"You can't go wrong with the Prince," Cayce said, strolling on board. She had 16-ounce soda bottle half-full with part of her remaining supply of Crichton and Jackson's Disneyland Special. "I see I'm unfashionably early."
"Well, clearly," said Logan, beaming. "The music's hacked through the office in the Gag Factory, if you feel the need to mess with my playlist." He swooped on the bottle. "Also, you are a goddess and an angel of light."
"It's not much, but dude, a little of that stuff goes a long way." Case in point: how quickly she and Crichton had gotten schnockered the other day. Which reminded her ... She shot a nervous glance in the direction of the Town Hall and went over the advice she'd rehearsed.
"You, uh, met the guys across the way there?" she asked.
"Yeah, well ... I hear that the one in City Hall -- is kind of an ass. Sort of enormously so." She'd chosen her words with the idea that they might communicate the message without stoking any contrary impulses. "Might want to watch yourself."
Hopefully the music won't piss him off, either, she thought.
"Yeah, but --" Cayce began, but then she was distracted by the music.
"The Monkees by way of J-Pop," she said, looking mildly stunned. "That's something." She grinned. "Righty right. I need to find something to top that."
"Oh, wait, though. You didn't ask for your shiny prize." Logan rummaged through his pants pocket, then cocked an eyebrow. "And it's not what you're thinking. Honestly, you and your dirty mind."
He presented her triumphantly with a small duck made of tinfoil.
Cayce accepted the duck with a laugh. "I shall treasure it always." She held it aloft. "I'd like to thank the Academy -- and whatever entity out there who thought it'd be funny to put me here for making this award possible."
She put the duck down carefully in a spot where it hopefully wouldn't get stepped or leaned on, and where she could get it later. "I'm gonna go check out the music situation. Back in a bit."
Logan bopped and danced around with his new friend the bottle in a way which would be embarrassing if anyone else were there. Or if he were a completely different, more easily embarrassed boy.
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"You, uh, met the guys across the way there?" she asked.
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"In the suits? I've seen them around. Snarking and playing in their blue box thing."
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Hopefully the music won't piss him off, either, she thought.
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The music switched to Shonen Knife's cover of Daydream Believer.
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"The Monkees by way of J-Pop," she said, looking mildly stunned. "That's something." She grinned. "Righty right. I need to find something to top that."
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"Oh, wait, though. You didn't ask for your shiny prize." Logan rummaged through his pants pocket, then cocked an eyebrow. "And it's not what you're thinking. Honestly, you and your dirty mind."
He presented her triumphantly with a small duck made of tinfoil.
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She put the duck down carefully in a spot where it hopefully wouldn't get stepped or leaned on, and where she could get it later. "I'm gonna go check out the music situation. Back in a bit."
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"I'm expecting a sudden Bowie outbreak..."
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What came up next was not Bowie, but instead the Scissor Sisters' cover of "Comfortably Numb".
*((When her mun gets home from work and back to her main music library. AND STOPS FAILING AT HTML.))
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