Raven was kind of in love with Nightvale, actually.
"I could totally just walk around here blue all I wanted to," she said. "People would just say, 'oh, there goes that blue girl, did you hear she made the honor roll?' They wouldn't even blink. Did you hear there's a girl here who was born as just a hand?"
The babbling was a good sign. The babbling meant she wasn't yet planning to shapeshift into a strange, hooded figure and try to infiltrate the dog park, yet.
"Or spritzing them with a spray bottle," Kenzi mused. "Nah, but you know, stripes would be pretty cool. Or tattoos that change every day." She shook her head. "This place kind of pushes the limits on what anyone would think of as normal. Mostly in a good way..."
And then there was the thing about wheat, for crying out loud.
Raven tilted her head, considering. "I don't know. I always figured after school Charles and I would settle down some place, but I'm not sure he'd like Nightvale as much as I do."
"Awww. Fuddy-duddy." Kenzi wouldn't want to move here either, not without Bo. It was just a leeetle too dangerous for someone without extra limbs. "Move to New York. Or hey, Miami. Somewhere warm. That, I like about this place. Just not as much as Cecil does."
"Does it really make that much of a difference?" Raven asked. She was pretty much impervious to extreme temperatures. There was a remote possibility she was cold blooded. "Being hot or cold?"
"Hells yeah." Kenzi stopped, then said, "Well, it especially makes a difference if you've ever been homeless. I moved into the subway tunnels in Toronto to keep from being freakin' miserable all winter. And let me add: rats." Shudder. "At least with hot all you gotta do is find water and shade."
"I never thought about it like that." Despite having even been homeless, herself, once upon a time. "But if you knew you wouldn't have to live outside in it all the time, which would you like better? Still hot?"
Kenzi considered, laying back on the hood of the car. "Naah, I'm good with cold, as long as I have enough stuff to bundle up in. And good boots." She patted her skin. "I burn easily." She grinned at Raven. "What about you? Where are you thinking you and Charles will end up in 1950... something?"
"I don't know. Wherever his job takes him." That sounded a little pathetic to her now, in a way it never had before. "I mean, I suppose I could meet someone wonderful and go off with him instead, but -- women don't just live on their own, in the fifties. At least, I don't think. I don't really care about climate, though. I only really notice it because of how much people wear."
"What, women don't get roommates in the Fifties?" Kenzi was frowning. "I mean, it's not like mom was any kind of model of ... anything." And was thirty years too young to be from the fifties, but, details. "Don't like, flight attendants get to go off and do stuff?" Another frown, and then a little more hesitantly, "Aren't you going to get a job?"
"Well, I mean, yeah, of course I will." Probably. Maybe. "I could be a waitress or something." Such grand plans. "It's all really different in the future. I mean, sure, there are no moonbases or anything, but there are women everywhere, doing everything. You just don't see that when I'm from."
"Didn't that all start in the Sixties, though?" Kenzi waved an arm. "I mean, that's what, less than ten years away. You could totally make plans. Take advantage when that whole feminism thing kicks in. If you wanted to," she added hastily. "I mean, I guess being a housewife is okay too."
Well. Not for her. Bo could barely nag her into keeping their own place clean, never mind keeping house for some guy.
"I could totally just walk around here blue all I wanted to," she said. "People would just say, 'oh, there goes that blue girl, did you hear she made the honor roll?' They wouldn't even blink. Did you hear there's a girl here who was born as just a hand?"
The babbling was a good sign. The babbling meant she wasn't yet planning to shapeshift into a strange, hooded figure and try to infiltrate the dog park, yet.
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"I did not! Man, I feel boring by comparison. Do you think I could get gills or something if I hung out here long enough?"
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"Maybe? Do you really want gills? You'd probably have to be underwater all the time."
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And then there was the thing about wheat, for crying out loud.
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Like the sheriff's secret police, for instance. Or the vague, yet menacing government agency.
Or Strexcorp.
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"I still want to go search out the baristas in their caves. They're like my people. My adopted people. Living in weird places."
She grinned at Raven. "Would you want to move here, maybe?"
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Well. Not for her. Bo could barely nag her into keeping their own place clean, never mind keeping house for some guy.
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