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[pretty_canary]

“Be nice to the clothing box, he said. Talk sweet to the clothing box. This is so ridiculous!” She’d tried being nice to the damn thing and all it had done was smart-ass her in return. Dinah threw aside yet another superhero t-shirt and was about three seconds away from screaming. What did it think she was? Some kind of Justice League groupie

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[unextrordinary]

"It looks like someone else seems to have the same sort of luck that I do."

It could be worse and I know that. After two years of being stuck here and getting items like crinolines and leather and lace I know that it could be horrifically worse. However I do have a nice collection of "Trust Me, I'm A Doctor" and several dinosaur tee-shirts to show that it can be just as cruel in another. Toeing the box with my sneaker, I smirk. "Doesn't seem to like you much either, huh?"

[pretty_canary]

"No," she replied with another sharp kick. "It really, really doesn't." Huffing a very annoyed sigh, Dinah pushed her hair back over her shoulder and turned to look at the commiserating woman. "I just arrived and I've got nothing to wear, and this stupid thing just keeps tossing out these ridiculous novelty t-shirts. I tried being nice to it, I swear. It's just not returning the favor," she added, turning back to get in one more kick.

[unextrordinary]

"If it makes you feel better, when I first got here I only got things like frilly pink dresses better suited for five year old's birthday parties for about a month."

It didn't help matters much that the more angry I got with the box, the more I had stomped and growled which I think only gave it more satisfaction in hurling ugly masses of frilly ugliness in my direction. The box was like that. "So you're new then? I'd offer you a welcome, but that makes it sound like this place is just so awesome."

[pretty_canary]

"Yeah, very new. And not exactly making friends with the natives apparently," she added with a scowl in the box's direction. "But I guess it's nice to know I'm not the only one it hates. I'm Dinah, by the way. Nice to meet you."

[polly_okeefe]

I plop my bundle of dirty laundry on the floor and gave the woman at the clothes box a quick, rueful grin. "The good news is, you eventually build up a collection of clothes you like and wear over and over again. The bad news is, if you take this approach, despite having a magical clothes box that can produce just about anything, you still have to do laundry."

[pretty_canary]

"Laundry I can deal with," she replied, giving the box one last extremely satisfying kick. "It's getting attitude from a magical box that's making me want to pull my hair out. Does this stupid thing actually give anyone decent clothes?"

[polly_okeefe]

"Some people," I replied. "It's erratic. Sometimes it plays nice, sometimes it torments. I'm actually on better terms with it than the jukebox. So if you're having difficulty finding clothes, maybe I could loan you some of mine."

I looked over at the woman, really looking at her for the first time. and checked that thought. We... weren't the same size. In any direction. In fact, I felt a little bit inadequate just standing next to her.

I coughed. "Um... I'm Polly, by the way. Polly O'Keefe."

[pretty_canary]

"Huh." She gave that some thought and tried to puzzle out where she'd gone wrong. Dick had told her to try and make friends with the thing and she really had. Lot of good that did. "Haven't met the jukebox yet, but I'm not gonna hold out much hope if this experience is anything to go by."

Having given up and thought of finding decent clothes for the moment, she turned her back on the box and gave her full attention to the other woman. "Dinah Lance," she said, holding out a hand in greeting. "And thanks for the offer. You never know, I might actually have to take you up on it."

[missingthekeep]

Sean can't help but smirk at the woman going to town on the clothes box. Not that he'll ever admit to it, but he's tried a similar tack on a few more frustrating occasions.

"I ne'er bought into that garbage 'bout speakin' friendly to a heap o' cardboard, either," he says, smoothing his expression into something more aloof.

[pretty_canary]

"Ugh," she replied, throwing up her hands in disgust. "I tried! I really, did. But it's refusing to give me anything I would be caught dead in and I've absolutely had it. If this stupid box doesn't start playing fair, I swear I'm going to take a torch to it." Dinah narrowed her eyes and gave the box her sternest expression. Just so it would know she was serious.

[missingthekeep]

"You too? I've had ta slightly amend the list o' things I'd be caught dead in, meself," Sean admits, distastefully toeing at the pile of shirts and noting the X-Men one with some amusement. "Ne'er had quite such a iron-on problem as ye seem to, though."

[pretty_canary]

"Oh, great. So this thing just has it out for me then. Lovely." Dinah scowled at the box one last time before turning away from it in disgust. There was no point in wasting any more time with it today. It certainly wasn't going to all of a sudden toss her a couture gown or anything.

"Hey, if you need any t-shirts, take your pick," she added, pointing to the discard pile he was looking at. "They're really not my style."

[not_the_s]

"You try seeing him as a red-headed woman and you'll never think he's a joke again," Kon muttered under his breath, ducking his head in when he heard the familiar voice. He'd been folding clothes to bring home and he'd come across...a bra. How in the hell had a bra gotten into his laundry?

He wondered vainly whether Dinah would notice if he threw a bra in. Of course, what was he thinking? She probably could just see him holding it.

"Not going to punch me, right?"

[pretty_canary]

Dinah gave the box one last kick before crossing her arms in absolute frustration. Giving up any hope of wrangling something wearable from the stupid thing, she turned away from it and gave her attention to the cute guy with the bra. "Kon! Right. Ummm...I'd been meaning to talk to you. About what happened in the treehouse."

Talk about awkward. She couldn't have felt more self-conscious if she was trying to sing in public. But she really did owe him an apology. Biting her lip, she twirled her hair a bit and tried looking anywhere but at Kon's face. "So, do you think maybe we can still be friends, handsome?"

[not_the_s]

"I don't know, beautiful." Kon winked at her. "You never did answer my question." Well, that was a relief. She didn't blame him for telling her about the 'no powers' thing. Whether she'd made up with Dick was another thing completely. "But if you're looking to punch something, I'd suggest that you start with that box."

After all, it still didn't like him and he wasn't sure what he'd done to piss it off.

[pretty_canary]

"No way, Kon. I'm having way too much fun kicking it." Dinah gives it one more go with her boot for good measure before turning her attention back to him. Smiling, she crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head. "And what question was that?"