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The Roof, Saturday Night

No one had ever told Katchoo, explicitly, that the roof was the place to go for moping and emo and brooding and all of that; for one, she hadn't bothered to ask, and for two, the conversations she did have rarely lasted long enough to get to a point where the topic had a chance of coming up at all.

And yet, despite that, she found herself up here a lot lately, alternate superhero persona or not. Maybe it was the planter box full of cranky-looking plants; maybe it was the view. It was a nice change of scenery (and air) from painting in her room, that was for damn sure, and she'd lugged her easel and supplies up tonight.

Entirely unsurprisingly, she had a cigarette dangling out of the corner of her mouth as she half-blindly slapped paint onto whatever the hell this was turning out to be, painting more because the now familiar motion and feel of brush against canvas was comforting than anything else.

[OOC: I so meant to do this hours ago, but I conked out from a headache like whoa. Open!]

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Momoko wasn't moping or brooding today but she was on the roof anyway. Ah! Someone was up here! She stepped up and stood behind Katchoo, watching the paint cover the canvas. She bounced silently for a moment, then, "What's that supposed to be in the corner?"

Oh cripes, it was bouncy girl. One of them, anyway.

"Hell if I know," Katchoo answered, which was the truth, actually. She leaned closer and peered at said corner. "Could be some weird flower. Or for all I know, the symbol for 'go screw yourself' in some alien language."

Momoko tilted her head at that. "What alien language would use a flower to say that? Usually flowers say nice things, don't they? Unless the person sending them to you is someone you don't like."

Momoko leaned closer to the canvas. "If you're painting it, how come you don't know what it is? You are painting it by yourself, right? I don't see any numbers."

"Do I look like an expert on alien culture?" Katchoo griped. "Maybe they're aliens allergic to flowers or something."

"And I dunno," she added. "I'm not exactly painting with anything in mind."

"Ah! Allergies would be a good reason to send flowers to someone you don't like, alright. I mean, if the person getting them had allergies. If you had the allergies, though, it would be weird and kind of pointless to send them to someone who may not."

Momoko pulled back, rocking on her heels as she looked around. "So you're just painting for the fun of it? Do you always paint up here? I've only been up here that once, but it's really nice and has a pretty view. Do you only paint un-things?"

Katchoo kind of wanted to recoil in horror; maybe she hadn't been lying entirely when she'd told Kaylee she was allergic to cheerfulness. Speaking of allergies. "I usually paint people," she told Momoko. "Right now I'm just painting for the hell of it."

Momoko was impressed. "Wow! That's cool! It must be nice to be this good at something you like enough to do it for fun!" She waved at the canvas and smiled. "I doodle on my notes in class when I get bored, but the people always looks like little balloon animals in weird clothes. Not the robots, though - they look like robots. But that's probably because robots are easy to draw. And monsters are easy too."

She gave a V-for-Victory sign. "Ah! My name's Momoko, by the way! Momoko Akatsutsumi!"

Katchoo blinked a few times, trying and then giving up on processing everything Momoko had just said.

"Bless you," was about all she came up with.

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"Uhm." Momoko slowly dropped her hand and stared, confused. "Okay. Thank... you? Aaaaalthough I was kind of hoping for your name in return. Or I could just keep calling you 'smoking girl', but that may get confusing later."

"I've been called worse than that," Katchoo said. "Aw, fine, name's Katina, okay?"

"Okay! It's nice to meet you, Katina!" Momoko smiled brightly. "Your name is very pretty; I don't see why you don't like to share it!" She bounced away, humming, and leaned over the edge of the roof. "It really is a nice view from up here, Katina. Do you paint up here often?"

"Usually during the day," Katchoo answered, and it was really the more diplomatic thing she'd done by not commenting on whether the meeting was nice or not. (It wasn't bad, as far as meetings went, but she wasn't inclined to say such things.) "I just needed to get the hell out of my room for a while tonight."

"Ah. I see!" Momoko nodded. She took a deep breath of the night air. "And since you paint, it's doubly nice to be outside.The roof is good for that- the getting out, I mean. Much better than just going outside, since then you'd have to have an idea in mind of a place to go. And I suppose that's not always easy when it's night-time. Or safe."

"Seems pretty safe most weeks," Katchoo mused. "Except when we're all someone else, which, what the hell was that all about?"

"There doesn't seem to be much in the way of bad stuff, here, you're right." The superhero in her sighed at that, but Momoko simply shrugged. "I don't know what happened. This is my first time for that to happen - I'm told that it happens every year, though. Apparently it's like when we all switched genders? The island apparently likes to mess with people."

It didn't sound weird to her that the island did any of this on purpose. After all, she'd had to deal with a talking green monkey with a weird version of a Napoleon complex for over two years.

Edited 2009-02-16 01:10 (UTC)

"Arrrrrrrrrrrgh," Katchoo grumbled. "Don't remind me about the genderswap thing. I never want to get that close to a guy ever again, thanks."

Momoko laughed and, deciding to explore, moved to look over the planter box. "It was definitely different! And I learned things that I never really wanted to know, that's for sure! But at least then it was still me, with all my own thoughts and feelings and abilities. Unlike this weekend."

"Now I feel kind of ripped off," Katchoo said, setting down her brush and wandering over, hands in her pockets, to look at the plants too. Spiky little things -- she liked them, and had taken it on herself to tend to them. "I wasn't all that different from how I usually am, except for the stupid clothes."

"Lucky you! I was a bossy but otherwise almost perfect version of what I've always wanted to be. With laser eyes, even." She poked at one of the plants, not at all trying to hurt it, just wiggling a leaf. "And your clothes don't look stupid to me. Does someone have a garden up here?"

"Yeah, that's because I'm not wearing spandex now," Katchoo said, brushing a cigarette butt (not hers) out of the plant bed. "I don't know whose garden this is, but it's been here since before I got here. Don't know. I just take care of it."

"Spandex? I wonder if everyone was a superhero." Momoko raised an eyebrow at the cigarette, but said nothing. None of her business, after all. "It's good that you take care of plants! It's a sign that you think and care about things other than yourself! Or that you like plants. Or maybe that you like pretending you're making it rain when you water them. I used to imagine the water made them grow into monsters that I had to defeat and save the day." But didn't everyone?

Katchoo shrugged, reaching out to pinch experimentally at the leaf of a spiky succulent. Nice and firm; it was fine on water for now. "I just don't want to see things dying around me, that's all."

Never mind that she went through more cigarettes a week than should be even remotely decent.

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