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MCA #5, Thursday Morning

This week could just go bum itself, for all Sarah cared. As if it wasn't enough to be moping about personal reasons anyway, of course she had to feel twitchy and restless for a fucking week too. And to top it all off, this morning she was woken up by her phone ringing across the room, and she'd had to stumble out of bed, and of course it was a bloody telemarketer because she wasn't annoyed enough already.

So as she made her way to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice (because surely that would make things a little better), she was giving the telemarketer a piece of her mind (in words not fit for anyone's ears, ever). She was actually almost starting to enjoy it, in a perverse way, when she opened the fridge door.

She was out of orange juice.

And the telemarketer was still trying to prattle in her ear about something she didn't want.

And she was just so frustrated, and annoyed, and angry, that without her meaning to, her voice went electronic.

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, |SHUT UP!|"

And then the light in the fridge went out, as well as the one on the ceiling, and it got really quiet in her apartment. Her phone was silent too. Because she'd just short circuited everything in the whole damn flat.

As well as probably various other parts of the building, to varying degrees.

Whoops.

"... Great."

[ooc: Annnd there is electrical trouble at MCA! Open both for bitching at Sarah as well as general directions elsewhere in the building, should you wish!]

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Sarah considered that.

And then she decided it couldn't possibly make her day worse.

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

With the bare minimum head movement necessary to constitute a nod in the direction of her apartment, April started in that direction. "This dumb week," she muttered as she did. "'s fucking stupid."

Again, she'd had the best breakfast ever, so she really shouldnt be complaining right now.

Sarah grabbed her key off the table by the door before stepping out of her apartment and closing the door so she could follow.

"It's the fucking dumbest thing," she agreed. "I don't know what I expected. Everything's been fucking idiotic for weeks now."

"Might've missed the 'weeks' part," April commented dryly. "Something else weird going on?"

"Does 'boyfriend left you for another galaxy' count as weird?" Sarah drawled back to her.

"...Yeah, that's pretty fucking not normal," April decided. "What the fuck. What an ass."

Was it possible that sex pollen was subconsciously having an effect on her choice of curse words? Because... well, it was on her mind.

"Bet he feels like an moron now if whatever's going on here's affecting him in space too." Though admittedly the timing was equally crappy on Sarah's end.

"I don't care what that pillock feels." That was such a lie. "I just want the island to stop being such a pain in my arse."

"Yeah," April said, fishing her keys out of her pocket to unlock her door, then pushing it open for Sarah. "Join the club."

And that would be a friendly three-legged pit bull bounding over to inspect April's guest.

"What I wanna know is if this island is full of astronauts and, like, wizards and whatever, why can't someone make it stop being so fucking annoying?"

"Because that would be too fucking easy," Sarah decided as she was stepping in. And glancing at the dog, yes. "That dog has three legs."

Astute observation there, Sarah.

"Yeah, he was like that when I got him," April disclaimed at once, heading toward the kitchen to fish some ice cream and out of the freezer, along with a pair of spoons and some frisbees to serve as bowls. It was a thing. "His name's Cliff. Thinks everyone who comes by here is the coolest ever, so he won't bite you or whatever."

"Good." No seriously, you probably didn't want to bite Sarah. Especially when she was already in a mood.

She was also not great with dogs, although she did awkwardly crouch down to pet him a bit. "Hey."

Sarah, Cliff wanted to be your best friend now. All panting and smiling (well, as much as a dog could) and ignoring April.

"Yeah, Cliff, you're a friend ho, we get it," April pronounced fondly before heading over to the kitchen table to dump down the armful of ice cream and cutlery. That did get his attention, so Sarah was saved from pit bull hand-kisses and whatnot, at least for now. "Cherry Garcia," April announced as she claimed a chair and a frisbee to eat off of. "Rock on."

Sarah straightened up and wandered over – only to flop down into a seat, yes.

"... Frisbees. Okay."

She wasn't exactly judging.

"Yeah." Mmm, delicious Ben & Jerry's. "When my parents gave me money to move, it was plates and bowls or a slightly better couch."

And she fell asleep on the couch a lot, so...

"Oh. Yeah, I would've gone for the couch as well." Because she had a similar habit of passing out on hers, too. Especially lately. "This is still pretty... teenaged of you."

Ahahaha maybe she was only saying that because April hadn't really gotten a good look at her apartment.

"Hey, I'm almost twenty." 'Almost.' She still had six weeks of adolescence left. "And it's convenient this week. I can, like, throw frisbees out the window to get out energy instead of taking an axe to a fuse box like I'm assuming someone did." Uh, close, actually.

Sarah paused in her ice cream consuming.

"... Almost twenty?"

Was everyone in this town basically a child?

"Yeah, well, my name's April. Guess when my birthday is."

May, actually. Plot twist!

"What, how old are you?"

"Thirty one."

Thirty two at the end of April!

"Huh." April considered that. "You look younger."

Oh hey, slight instant smugness. Maybe the ice cream was helping her mood there.

"Well, thank you."

Ice cream was known to do that, it was true. Consider it a belated post-breakup caloriefest.

April shrugged one shoulder. "I told my friend the other day you were one of the hottest chicks on the island." Because it was true, and besides, she was just... really noticing it now. Like, hello, boobs.

Ahem.

Okay, so apparently Sarah's smugness could actually be a little surprised, too. Good to know.

"Uh huh."

Well, April lived to surprise smug people. Or something.

She shrugged. "I dunno," she said, feeling a little weird now. "It's an attractive town and everyone's horny. There was ranking to be done."

"I haven't felt the need." Wait. "Y'know. To rank anyone based on whether I want to shag them."

But maybe that was mostly because she'd been moping alone.

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