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[tryit]

[Okay, kidnappings on top of kidnappings? Seriously? To say that wasn't cool would definitely be the understatement of the year. One she wasn't going to touch with a ten foot pole. It would, she told herself as she trekked from the edge woods to her building, be best to just forget the whole matter. Maybe pretend that the past month was just something out of a crazy, deranged nightmare.

Because, holy shit, had she really been dating Clint Barton?!? God, was it too much to just wish it was all a dream? But no. Those stupid purple wings had been there when she had woken up in the woods (again!). And plucking a feather from the wings had hurt far too much.

First stop, shower. Second stop, Billy and Teddy's apartment to play the good friend card and announce her return in person. Thirdly? Something - anything - to blow off some steam.



Later that day, Kate can be found at the Battledome shooting arrow after arrow at stationary targets. And missing every time. When she's finally had enough, she makes her way over to the coffee shop. It's there that she takes out the journal and begins to talk:]

Someone tell me they've considered revolting. Because I'm starting to get really tired of this place and our damned keepers. Y'know, I don't care if I'm preaching to the choir, but shifts seriously suck. Actually, everything here kind of sucks right now.

How long do these kidnapping effects last anyway?

[Because not hitting the target from five feet away? She hasn't been that bad since she was a child. Forget about the fact that maybe, just maybe, she shouldn't have met those robots that came for her with explosive arrows. Call it habit. Or something.]

Actually, forget that. If it's more than a day, I really don't want to know right now. Someone want to go dancing tonight?

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[tryit]

[A week. A week of being total crap at something that's been her hallmark for the past two years. She didn't have magic or alien abilities or any kind of superpowers. Archery was her thing.

And now, she was worse than a novice.

Fleeting constraint kept her from swearing aloud, limiting her response to a roll of the eyes. Focus on the good bits, Katie.]

I did.

[wildbluevagner]

What kind of dancing? What, was the cheesy 50s version a the other month not good enough?

[tryit]

[A snort.]

You're joking, right?

[wildbluevagner]

Am I ever not? [He says jestingly.] I mean, that dance wasn't really that lame when I think about it...

[tryit]

From what I was told, it wasn't exactly Dirty Dancing. Or Grease for that matter. Unless someone did try to put Baby in a corner and I completely missed it?

[wildbluevagner]

Someone did try to put Baby in a corner at prom. It was really messy. [He winces at the memory of his classmate Rapunzel's long-haired dad getting into an argument with her.] Aside from that? I'd color it Footloose.

[tryit]

[Based on what she remembered of this town gone crazy, Footloose does sound like an accurate enough description.]

Complete with the crazy minister?

[wildbluevagner]

That dad who made a scene at the dance could qualify. Of course, in terms of pure crazy, that Zompano guy would take all the cakes.

[tryit]

He was our "mayor", right?

[wildbluevagner]

That's right. And it turned out he was one of those Third Party guys all along. Totally bogus!