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Repel wore off! A wild Catch-All appeared!

WHO: Freya and various others
WHERE: Also varies
WHEN: Late July and onward
WHAT: Vaaaries
WARNINGS: Violence in one thread when dragons get involved

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This time, Lucy does an odd thing.

She starts to laugh, though it was short-lived and closer to a cackle.

"You're serious?"

The teenager didn't wait for an answer; she lifted one down off the shelf without hesitation. Sure, the one in her hands looked less impressive all deflated and wrapped in plastic, but. It was still a duck face.

Freya watched her younger roommate laugh, feeling a grin spread across her face in return. That was a rare sight, and Freya was glad she had a hand in it.

"That was easy." And, officially, it was all they needed. There was still one more task, and Lucy was going to balk—so was she. Freya couldn't believe she was doing this.

"C'mon, there's one more thing I've got in mind, but let's get these paid for and in the car."

"Fine." For once, there was no suspicion in her voice.

Lucy was still cackling to herself, a sound that never properly left her chest. The cashier looked at her a bit oddly, but Lucy paid no mind whatsoever as she picked the bagged items up after they were paid for. Some of those stupid bingo squares weren't so bad after all.

Some of them weren't.

Some of the very much were.

As Lucy was about to discover, when Freya led her into the mattress store after dropping off their purchases. She stopped in a particular aisle after waving away an associate, turning and giving her roommate a very serious look, hands propped on her hips.

"I need a big favor."

Lucy was...slightly confused when they walked into a mattress store. Freya's car wasn't really big enough to fit a mattress and they weren't going to buy anything else for Jim, what were they here for? Her roommate seemed a little unsettled about something.

"What?"

Was it that paisley set? It did look kind of ugly.

With a deep sigh, Freya's hand snapped out to the side to pluck a pillow off the rack. "Last square I need. I want you to race me. In a pillow sack. Here. In the store."

Christ, she couldn't believe these words were coming out of her mouth. Freya was not vulnerable to embarrassment, but she did draw the line at sufficient ridiculousness.

They passed that line quarter-mile ago.

There wasn't any laughter this time; Lucy just fixed her roommate with a bewildered stare.

"What," she repeated, voice flat. "Is this a joke?"

And in return, she fixed Lucy with her flattest look. "No," she said, equally flatly.

Today was sure a roller coaster.

"Am I allowed to say 'fuck off'?"

Look, at least she asked. And didn't move from where she's standing.

"You can. I won't. I'll buy you food if you do it."

Lucy huffed out an agitated sigh, rubbing at her temple.

"...seriously."

"I'm not any happier about this."

Freya really didn't sound like it, still standing there with a pillow dangling from her grasp.

"I can trust you to never mention this again."

Lucy's shoulders were all huddled and unhappy, posture resembling a cat being dragged around in a harness it didn't like. She looked around, checking for observant employees or possible cameras.

That done, she snatched the pillowcase out of her roommate's hand.

"...give me that."

"...Thanks," Freya muttered as she snatched another pillow off the shelf, shaking it out and stepping awkwardly into it.

"On three."

It was surprisingly difficult not to buckle under the weight of this regret.

Lucy didn't have much to say, this time.

"We're never talking about this again."

***

The sand crunching underfoot wasn't nearly as unpleasant this time. There were fewer seagulls, for example. It was hot, but there was a brisk breeze going; enough that they had to put the kite together in the car to keep the instructions and fabric from blowing away.

Most of the tourists were clustered further up the coastline, but there was a stretch of relatively uninhabited beach in front of them. The shells and driftwood may have had something to do with that. It was flattest towards the water, but Lucy was eying the waves suspiciously while holding the kite and its spool of string.

"Have you flown one of these things before?" Lucy called, slightly louder than usual.

Lucy wasn't the only one watching the water. Freya hardly took her eyes off of the waves, considering what her last trip here was like.

"Never. How hard can it be?"

"I don't know. Harder than throwing a paper airplane?" In fact, Lucy does so!

...the kite rather sadly nosedived into the sand. The teenager retrieved it with a mutter, brushing sand off of the fabric again.

Freya couldn't stop the snrk from bubbling out of her throat. She didn't see it, but the sad little sffft of the kite biting into the sad was distinctive.

"Apparently. Try lettin' the wind carry it out of your hand, or something."

Lucy glowered over her shoulder at her roommate, straightening up with the kite in hand and bristled shoulders.

"We could go back and get that stupid DVD if you want," she grumbled.

The teenager held the kite while facing the wind this time, turning away from Freya and the sea. The kite caught the breeze! ...for a hot second. Then the kite drooped, and Lucy scowled at it again.

The instructions said to run, didn't they? Something about lift? Lucy hesitated a moment, focusing on that little triangle of fabric under the keel. A shimmer curled over her shoulder, setting translucent fingers into the fabric. It hefted the kite with no issue, but Lucy kept glancing at it over her shoulder to make sure it was still there.

And then she broke into a sprint, suddenly and not checking where her friend was.

"Why? We've got youtube." Freya's briefly distracted by wondering if any of them in the apartment owned a DVD player. Pen was surely bound to have something, littered as her place was with gadgets, but most laptops these days didn't have a disc drive.

And so, thinking about DVDs and the suspicious ocean before her, Freya was quite literally blindsided by her roommate.

And toppled into the edge of the waves with a startled sound.

"Because it's—" Lucy didn't finish her sentence, glancing back over her shoulder too late. She smacked into her roommate's back face-first, and the kite didn't go anywhere but back into the sand. Let alone Lucy, who was lighter and smaller and still on the top of the pile, but not enough to get away from the waves or the damp sand.

Freya simply laid there a moment in defeat, giving a frustrated sigh before she started lifting herself (and Lucy) up.

"Christ, Lucy. One concussion this month's enough." Not to say anything of frigid ocean water now soaking her front and the sand clinging to her face.

"You weren't there when I last looked!" ...which was an afterthought. Lucy's protest might have had more of an impact if she wasn't shouting into her roommate's shirt and shoulderblades too. Instead it just sounded like another grumble. A tickly one.

She started to wriggle and lever herself back up when she felt the ground (mostly Freya) move, at least aware enough not to sputter. Lucy didn't get that much sand on her in comparison, and Freya was probably a bit pissed. Best not to keep rattling the cage.

The teenager dished the kite out of the way of the next wave; it was damp, but water-resistant enough that it didn't matter. Still no closer to being airborne, though.

Edited 2017-07-28 02:48 (UTC)

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