Lottie had been in a weird mood all day, after strange dreams all night full of aliens and hunters and chicken-faced beasts that called her "mommy".

And onions. So many onions ( Read more... )

"How does a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower
Somehow defeat a global superpower?"

"We weren't really into it!" Lottie told the stereo. "Seriously, we had, like, fourteen bazillion wars going on, mostly with France, and nobody really cared about the colonies except George! Who we hated, too! He was well bonkers!"

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The sky was clear and the temperature was nice, and the park was once again filled with tables and, hopefully, parents. After all, there was so much brunch food waiting for them, it would be a shame to let it go to waste. There was also a table exclusively for mimosas. Thanks, Frank. Also on that table were cards reading "If You Know How To Banish ( Read more... )

The store's stereo was playing patriotic country music. No matter what Lottie did. Including unplugging everything she could find.

The cash register was going to finish rebooting any moment now.

Lottie was lying on the counter with her leather jacket pressed over her ears, moaning. It was all pretty melodramatic.

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The store's stereo system was back to playing 90s German techno again. Lottie was not really amused by it.

"You couldn't at least make it Ramstein?"

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So apparently there was a metal band based on an ultra-christian cartoon character.

"Truly," Lottie told Pepper, "metal has EVERYTHING."

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Lottie hadn't been quite as affected by the recent alien abduction as a lot of other folks. Honestly, she'd mostly had fun with it. Which was probably why her idea of an appropriate way to unwind from it was to spend her day at Groovy Tunes listening to songs about shipwrecks and shootings.

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There seemed to be a CD stuck in the stereo, which was giving it fits every time it tried to play any other CDs ( Read more... )

Today's music was a little too intelligible to be properly metal, but it did involve some nice discordant yelling at each other, so Lottie was still digging it pretty well ( Read more... )

Lottie had accidentally stayed up too late last night regaling her friends back in Tackleford with her Conspiracy Theory class speech. As a result, she was currently lying flat out on the check out counter at Groovy Tunes, pondering taking a nap ( Read more... )