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[does_not_pine]

An optimistic person might say it only takes Scott four hours to show up at the abandoned building, but Kim’s pretty sure optimists don’t get kidnapped by psychotic Japanese twins at four in the morning, strung up in a cage in a condemned building and left to stew until drunk on way too much tequila becomes still drunk and kind of hung over, still

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[little_moons]

She's got her back to me, slumped against the opposite wall of bars, but I can tell that she's small, redheaded and mightily pissed off, which I can't really blame her for.

What the fuck is up with people in cages around here, lately? I mean, seriously. It's well over my head, swinging from a sturdy limb. God, this is gonna be a pain in the fucking ass.

"I guess it'd be pretty fuckin' stupid to ask if you know where the goddamn key is."

[does_not_pine]

Kim turns her head just enough to catch sight of the guy below. "Yeah," she answers, dragging the word out until it fades into the humid air, "it would." At least she actually has his attention, key or no key, and the way this day is going whatever key the twins have would probably turn into a sword or a pony or an elf hooker or something retarded for Scott to collect with his coins, if he ever even managed to beat them.

They're clearly gone now, and Kim kind of hopes he doesn't, except not really. Sighing, she opens her purse and starts digging through it. "I might be able to get it, I just don't want to start off the day with a broken leg."

[little_moons]

"Well, lucky for you, I'll try not to drop you," I say, walking around so I get a look at her. That's a pretty fucking impressive scowl she's got going, I've gotta admit.

I make a half-assed effort not to grin. Not too much, at least. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that it'd just piss her off, but honestly, I don't really give a shit. "Rough night?"

[does_not_pine]

"Lucky me," she deadpans, picking the thinnest barrette from the bottom of her bag and kneeling to get at the lock. And she is pretty lucky, since the dungeon-crawler cage is complete with a nice big keyhole instead of a padlock or number key or something.

Knowing the wonder twins (which, honestly, she doesn't), the combination would probably be their birthday, but she'd still have to sit around guessing it. "I think I've got another half-hour before drunk and hungover turns into just hungover," Kim tells her audience, stuffing the barrette in the keyhole and wiggling it around until it catches something. Angling it better and levering a bit, Kim grabs the bars to keep from falling as the door swings open under her weight. The cage swings, her heart (or just her stomach) lodges in her throat, and she holds completely still for a moment.

"Ignoring the sun," she says, waiting for the cage to level out, "let's just say the night's not over yet."

[wallace_wells]

All things considered, Wallace supposes the island gods could have bestowed him a worse gift from home. Kim has always been more of a friend of a friend, but she gets points for never taking any of Scott's shit. At least, not recently.

"Oh," he chirps, and settles down onto the sofa beside her, cup of coffee in hand. "Did you come alone?"

[does_not_pine]

Looking blankly up from her own coffee, held close and warm in both hands, Kim doesn't glare so much as offer no expression at all when she sees who it is. Wendell? Waldo? Wallace?

Only two of those are gay enough. She settles on Wallace, and has another sip of coffee before answering. "Sorry, your little butt-buddy couldn't make it."

[wallace_wells]

"Presuming you're talking about Scott, wouldn't he technically be your butt buddy?" Wallace blithely asks with one slow blink Kim's way. "Since you lacked the foresight to know better than to date him and all."

[does_not_pine]

The only dignified response to that is none at all, but Kim rolls her eyes anyway. It kind of hurts her head to do, but she's a big girl.

Six-year-old-girl pajamas notwithstanding. "He didn't even punch a hole in the moon for me," she agrees, "just some kid's face."

It takes a few minutes, and she doesn't exactly smile or anything, but she returns to her coffee and stops trying to will Wallace into nonexistence with her tequila-soaked brain. "So how long have you been gaying up the place," she asks.

[not_the_s]

The clothes box has been mocking him for the last two days. When he doesn't feel like doing laundry, his dafault reaction is to grab some clothes from the clothes box and he'll return them later. He definitely hasn't been in the mood for laundry.

Of course that does mean that he has to put up with what the clothes box and, so far, it's given him nothing but S shirts. In fact, it's given him nothing but a blue shirt with Clark's standard symbol instead of his own red and black take on the symbol.

He wandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and closed it again when he didn't see anything he felt like having. About a minute later, he opened it a second time and peered in. Yet again, he closed it when the thought of juice again didn't seem at all appealing.

Wasn't it Zesti time, yet?

[does_not_pine]

"Is the fridge magic too," Kim intones from one of the tables, leaning over her coffee and glowering at pretty much everything. Especially the asshole who won't stop opening the fridge. "Do the contents change every time you open it?"

Anyone else might sound genuinely interested: Kim doesn't do interested, especially when she's pretty sure he's just being stupid.

[not_the_s]

"You know, it'd be nice if it did. I'm hungry, but not for anything in here." He checks out the fridge one last time and shakes his head. "I'm going to have to wait until...New Years' I think. Then...pizza. Soda. Zesti." Oh, he couldn't wait to hand Bart a six-pack of Zesti. Of course, they might never pull him back down from the ceiling, but...

Well, it'd be worth it anyway.

[does_not_pine]

"And here I thought starving yourself for months for a slice of pizza was something only teenage girls did," Kim drawls, wrapping her thin fingers firmly around her cup of coffee and adjusting her posture so she can lean and glower more comfortably. "You know you could just learn to make it from scratch."

[thethirdwonder]

It was Cassie's turn to come to the Compound for food and Iris' was in a protective mood so she had an almost full grown Golden Retriever tagging along at her heels. Seeing Cissie in her uniform on Halloween had made her a little nostalgic so she was wearing, not her uniform, but a red t-shirt with Wonder Woman's logo on it. It was either this or the many shirts with Supers and Bet logos and she just wasn't in the mood.

She swung the basket in her hand as she walked in and set it on the counter before giving the girl a wary smile. "You look like you've had a long day." She said as she started pulling out things out to make sandwhichs, Iris settling down by the counter, watching the other girl.

[does_not_pine]

Kim doesn't smile back, but she lifts her brows in an awkward acknowledgment and pulls at the sleeves of her pajamas like her hands are cold. It's not like there's anything particularly offensive about random blond chick or her dog, but Kim kind of doesn't know what to do with someone who isn't offending her.

She settles for the shirt. "So are you really Wonder Woman or do people just use comics to babysit their kids on this island?"

[thethirdwonder]

Cassie couldn't help laughing as she pulled out a knife to cut some veggies for the sandwhichs. "No, I'm not Wonder Woman. She's my big sister." She moved to raid the fridge and asked, "I'm making dinner for me and my friend, want me to make you one too?" She didn't comment how the girl looked like she could use it.

[does_not_pine]

"Oh," Kim says, at a loss again and thinking, yeah, okay, of course she's her sister. Wallace made out with Superboy who seems to spend more time contemplating pizza than his burgeoning gayness, and she's bumming a sandwich off of Wonder Woman's sister.

Wonder Woman is pretty cool. She can live with this. "Sure, I'm actually pretty hungry," and she manages to lift a corner of her mouth this time. A sandwich deserves that much. "So what do you go by, if Wonder Woman's taken?"

[fears_nothing]

Niko had seen his share of odd things since arriving on the island, dinosaurs still topping a relatively-shorter list than other people had, but he had yet to encounter someone strung up in a cage. Seeing as how the cage hadn't been there when Niko had his run a few hours earlier, he deduced that it had come with someone and, by the sound of it, a very vocal someone.

"I would normally make a remark about impatience and it's lack of usefulness, but I don't think anyone could be patient in that situation. I assume it's locked?"

[does_not_pine]

Kim doesn't know why she even leaves the house anymore, considering the string of winners she's met in the last twenty-four hours. She really shouldn't expect any better of Julie's parties, but at least this one had just been a party, no theme, no costume required.

Someone could have mentioned the island getaway she'd won. "No, I've just spent the last four hours hanging out in here of my own free will," she answers archly.

[fears_nothing]

Sarcasm was familiar, if still grating, and Niko nodded once. "If you can pick the lock, I'll let you down. Otherwise, I'll climb up and pick it myself, but that might take much longer. I'll leave it up to you."

It seemed the island yet again was displaying its own macabre sense of humor when it came to arrival.

[does_not_pine]

"Thanks," she says blearily, pulling herself up with the bars, "so glad to finally have some say in the whole mess." Digging through her bag, she blinks at her dead phone and pitches it irritably out of the cage, not really caring where it lands.

There are some barrettes floating around in there, might be worth a shot. "I guess I'll try it myself, sorry if you end up hanging around bored for a small eternity," except after the last few hours, she's not going to be sorry about anything pretty much ever again.