Room 424, Friday

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Wendy's side of the room was packed up, she'd made sure certain photos would be delivered to Edmund when he got back, and sent anything that wouldn't fit in the car on ahead. She wasn't sure how exactly she'd explain acquiring as much stuff as she did while on a "short retreat in Nepal", but she'd manage.

[Wendy's going awaaaaaaaaaay. Open.]

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No one Wendy knew.

"If you count the part where you imagine throwing thing at them to get them off stage."

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"No actual throwing things, though?"

She had to ask, okay?

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"It'd be rude," Wendy said. "And against the whole spirit of the thing. Tempting though."

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"Eh." Katchoo tilted her head slightly. "After the thing, though . . ."

No, Chewie.

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"If they aren't the son of the owner of the building you're illegally sub-letting, the temptation can be overwhelming."

Pip was lucky there.

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"Of course there's a catch. Of course," Katchoo snorted. Without batting an eye at all about illegal sublets.

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"Of course witnessing their humiliation when a truth-bomb exposes them as a plagiarist makes up for it some." That had been sweet, sweet revenge courtesy of her boss, indeed.

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"Nice," Katchoo said admiringly, although she was firmly mentally resolving to stay the hell away from any truth bombs. (If she knew what they looked like, she'd probably do her best to avoid thermal detonators too, although that'd be a wise idea in any case.) "No worries about you going back to a boring life, then."

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"That's pretty much the one thing I don't have to worry about," Wendy said. "I'm not sure whether it's comforting or scary."

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"Well, maybe it's both," Katchoo remarked. "I mean, why the hell not? Long as you're not getting shot at . . . unless you get an adrenaline rush that way."

She'd been in Fandom long enough to know that hey, you never knew.

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"Maybe a little one," Wendy admitted. "Sometimes."

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Tambi was happiest when she was getting shot at, so it wasn't like Katchoo could judge. Okay, she could, but she was electing not to.

"Well, good luck with that." Damn, she sucked at small talk when she was being nice.

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"Thanks," Wendy said. "I'll probably need it."

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"Avoiding the hentai tentacle monsters, maybe?" Katchoo guessed. "Hey. You were pretty cool. Take care of yourself, 'kay?"

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"That or the trout zombies," Wendy replied. "I will. Same goes for you though."

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"Will do," Katchoo agreed, then shook her head. "God. It's sad I can hear 'trout zombies' and not blink now, innit? Aw, whatever."

And then one last time for good measure, "Art Crawl!"

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Fist-pump. "Art Crawl!"