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The Roof, Late Wednesday Afternoon

Kate didn't really know what to do with herself today. Not taking the weekend into account, Wednesday was the only day of the week that she didn't have either workshops or ballet class.

So she'd spent the first part of her day sorting out stuff for her online classes. Once that was done, she'd ended up here, although she wasn't sure why. Not like there was too much for her to do up on the roof, either.

She wasn't even smoking, although should any of her fellow Smokers' Club members show up, she thought might pester them for a cigarette.

But as she was alone, she was mostly just leaning against the railing and looking out over the town. Thinking about stuff. People. Herself.

For once, it didn't make her feel or seem too angsty.

[ooc: It doesn't get much more open than the roof!]

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"No one is wearing spandex," she said, pretty damn decisively. "We're obviously way cooler than that."

"I dunno, I bet you could work spandex," he said, looking her over. "Maybe even leg warmers. Hot, babe, hot."

"Well, of course, I can work anything. I mean, just look at me." Oh look, there was that humble streak in action again. "But I think that would depend on the kind of operation we'd be running."

"Well, would you wanna be on the good or the bad side of the law?" he wondered.

"Good," she decided. "Seems like less of a hassle."

"We could sell vacuum cleaners!" That was not a good idea, Hannibal.

"That's like, one step below selling Vita-Self."

Which apparently only existed in her world, but she didn't know that. Point was, she was not impressed with his idea.

"And I would off myself before selling that."

"Picky," Hannibal said, smirking nonetheless. "We could challenge random people to fights and beat their asses?"

"How's that staying on the good side of the law?"

"If they throw the first punch, we'd be retaliating in self defense." See, he'd thought about it!

"Your mind worries me, babe," Kate said, shaking her head. "Besides, I can't actually physically kick anyone's ass yet."

"We could offer to be babysitters?"

That would be...an awesome disaster.

"... I think you might be onto something there."

No. No no no.

"Hey, my kids from another dimension loved me so it's only logical that I'd be good with any kid!"

Yeah, that was not how it worked.

"And mine loved me! It was easy."

One of them compensated for Kate's lack of proper parenting skills by being an eerily intelligent six year old, while the other just took advantage of her willingness to throw unhealthy foodstuffs at them.

This was clearly not a good plan.

"Totally easy!" It'd been two days. They were clearly insane. "I mean, really, how hard could it be? You feed 'em, play with 'em, stick them in front of a tv and they sleep. Done."

"Exactly," Kate nodded. "I mean, it's just children. Man, some of them can even pretty much take care of themselves."

"Right, yes, that!" Yeah, they'd be dead before the third hour was up. "And it's not like we'd have to keep them. We'd have them for a few hours and then we could give them back."

"Which is about the best way to spend time with kids ever. I don't see too many flaws in this plan."

She really wasn't looking close enough.

"Well, if we've got the business, we'd just need a cool name," Hannibal decided. "Something catchy and flashy and all!"

"But professional," Kate added. "We should sound dependable."

"We probably shouldn't put our names in it because we'd just argue about whose came first," Hannibal suggested magnanimously.

"Mm, very smart of you," she replied. "We'd never get a business running like that. We need to put our differences aside."

"We'd have to avoid giving into our sexual tension too," Hannibal advised, nodding. "Wouldn't want to ruin the business by mixing it with pleasure."

Their non existent, non named business.

Kate seemed deal in half or entirely imaginary things a lot, these days. It was starting to be a thing.

"I'm not so sure I could do that," she teased. "And that would be awkward. There'd be complaints."

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