The Deck, Monday Morning

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Eggsy wasn't a smoker. If he had been, he'd at least have a reasonable excuse to be out on the deck.

Instead he was out in the cold to test his new, totally stylish to blind people, three wolf moon jacket. Thanks, Sparkle. Thanks for enabling this shit.

The testing mostly involved looking annoyed and cursing. Very scientific, that shit.

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5th Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

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Kathy had been responsible all morning, finishing up the last of her college applications before running off to class. So it wasn't until she got home and logged onto the net that she finally saw the news.

Oh. Oh damn.

There seemed to really be only one thing to do, once she'd gotten past the point of just staring at the screen and willing them to take it all back and declare it to be some kind of weird, tasteless, internet joke. And that was head to the common room and watch the fantasy movie he'd made what, thirty years ago now? Sure, as she'd grown up, she'd started listening to his real music; started appreciating his other roles, both on screen and on stage. But this flick, silly as it was (with a glitter budget almost the size of StuCo's), it was where it had all began.

Huh. According to the back of her DVD, the movie had had supposedly been inspired by "true events". Funny how she'd never noticed that before.

[Because method RP helps? Or something?]