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Fifth floor common room, Sunday night

The strangest thing had just happened. One moment, Nadia had been with Pippi in the stairwell headed back to her room and it had been sometime around noon, and the next, they'd walked into her room to discover it was actually late evening.

Weeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiird.

So now, Nadia was chilling on the common room couch, pondering the mysteries of the universe and trying to figure out if she could improvise something for her shoulder, or if she'd have to go back to the clinic for a new brace.

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And Billy was looking for a distraction from his problems. Which, Nadia might provide. She at least might make his problems, depressing holidays, girlfriend leaving and turning out to be maybe the daughter of the leader of an international biker gang that occaisionally helped try to take over the world, seem small and trivial.

"Hey." he said.

Nadia looked up from her universe pondering. "Hey, Billy."

"So, there's a big tree in the lobby."

"Is there? I hadn't noticed."

She wasn't being snarky, she actually hadn't. Side effect of having come back late enough to fall asleep in the stairwell.

"Yeah. Thing is, i'm not sure if someone put it there, or if through the weird of fandom, it grew there really quickly."

". . . Does it really matter?"

"Not really I guess." Then suddenly he remembered. "Aw man you guys had a gig last night didn't you. I wanted to go." Damnit. Stupid CIA.

"Yep. It's okay, you'll hit up the next one. Maybe Bigfoot will make it, too."

*blink*blink* "Bigfoot?"

"He's a fan, apparently. He fixed our van."

That bigfoot exists? Not that big a fan. That he'd know how to fix a van, was. "Where would Bigfoot learn how to fix a van?"

"No idea. I didn't get a chance to ask."

"Hope no one thinks weirdness is exclusive to fandom." billy said.

"No, just more densely packed in."

Billy nodded. "So other than the van breaking down how'd it go? No jail this time?"

"Nope! No jail. Just a creepy little critter with claws ripping up our shirts."

"At the concert?"

"Nope. When the van broke down."

"Your shirts? Was it being pervy?"

Angela mopily stomped -- she could move that way -- up to the common room and started poking through the cabinets in search of chocolate. "Hey, Nadia."

Nadia blinked a bit before answering. "Hey, Angela. You okay?"

"It's not you," Angela said, as she grabbed a packet of hot chocolate mix and tipped it into a mug. "Your pseudo-brother is just a total idiot."

Nadia sighed. "What'd Marty do now? Should I hit him with my mallet?"

"Thwack away," Angela said.

She stuck the chocolate in the microwave and sat down near Nadia. "Okay, so last week he did something dumb and dangerous and didn't tell me ahead of time. I found out, we argued about it, whatever, I thought we were getting over it. But then at the pageant he started up with 'Jingle Bells, Angela smells' and I just don't know how to even react to that." She made a face. "I spent most of the weekend kind of hiding in my room avoiding everyone."

Nadia scowled. "We'll get to the dangerous stupid thing in a minute," because she wanted ALL the details on that, just so she could rub it in that she wasn't the only one who did dangerous, stupid things, "but, what is he, four? Are you sure he didn't get bit by a gremlin again?"

"I'll tell you all about it," Angela promised, because really, what did she care about keeping Bel's secrets? "And four? I would say two and a half. I don't think it was a gremlin, I saw him backstage after and gave him the evil eye and he seemed normal, just pissed off." The microwave beeped and she went to get her drink. "I wonder if I could find the taser Veronica gave me ..."

"I have mine in my closet. Seriously, what's his problem? I might have to go find him or something."

"I don't know. I've been dating him forever and half the time I have no clue what's in his head." Angela took a scalding sip of hot chocolate. "Maybe Bel said something to set him off. Or he's just a jerk who can't admit he was wrong."

"Or a combination of the two, probably. So, what'd he do? What was the dangerous and stupid?"

Angela sighed. "He got some magic juice to zap the demon in Bel from Piper Halliwell and used it. He says he saw Bel doing something, but the way he's acting, I don't know if that's even true."

She frowned. "Is it weird that the thing I'm most mad about is that Veronica Mars knew the whole plan and I didn't?"

Nadia stared at Angela for a long moment, her mouth open.

". . . He did what?! And Veronica knew? And they didn't tell me?! And is Bel okay? Oh, that's it, I'll mallet him for sure. . . ."

"I don't really care how well a demon, ex-demon, is doing," Angela said, a little sourly. "Sorry, Nadia."

"And now I'm mad they didn't tell you either. If Marty's right and Bel was dangerous, he should have let everyone know. So yeah, mallet away."

That particular detail, Bel being dangerous and Veronica and Marty not letting people know how dangerous, was one of the things that had started the pseudo family.

Nadia was pissed.

"Oh, he's getting more than just a mallet." And Veronica would be getting a mouthful, too.

Then she let out a breath. "Well, he's at least going to get me yelling at him." Because she wasn't sure if this was just her over-reacting because of her issues.

"Good," Angela said. "It was like everything I said to him just sounded like ... I don't know, typical whiny girlfriend stuff. Like he'd messed up a midterm or something and I was overreacting. He might actually listen to you."

Angela might have a few issues of her own.

"He'd damned well had better." Nadia stood. "Sorry, Angela, I have to call Veronica. This is totally stupid and dumb and all those other english words that mean that they both were doing the same thing they ALWAYS do and being idiots and keeping secrets."

Yeah, yeah, things about pots and kettles, she'd worry about that later. "You going to be okay, though?"

Angela gave a half smile. "Yeah, fine. I called Parker for help planning my revenge. Tell Veronica I said hi and to make Marty tell me stuff."

"Will do. Talk to you later, though."

Billy waved. He always appreciated and respected bad moods.

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