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[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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There... should be! That place called "Cloud Nine" was a thing, but I've not been in months. Failing that, the goth woman at the Item Shop normally rocks out and failing that, I'm willing to whip out a boombox.

Okay, I don't know what kind of hokey dimension you come from, but general stores are so not dance clubs. And boomboxes are so 1990s.

[But she's amused. And not exactly all that dismissive of the ideas. Are there seriously no places to go to get your groove on here?]

Tell me more about "Cloud Nine."

I come from the world of "improvisation" - though that's more of a learned origin than anything!

[Hah.] - As to Cloud Nine, we have drinks, dance, and of course music. Mostly live before now, keeping an old school vibe of class. Second floor of that Seventh Heaven place - it used to be banging but these days, you don't hear a thing from it.

Clearly, something needs to be done about that.

[And if you ask Kate? She's just the girl to do it.]

Ooooh. What good samaritan will be able to handle that one?

[A shrug. No school, no superhero extracurriculars? It's not as if there's a whole lot to do here.]

Why not? I've watched my dad run his publishing empire for years. The premise can't be all that different.

It's true that they are both a "service" actually.

And both a business.

Oh, so are you going to charge?

I want to.

[But, well, there doesn't seem to be a monetary system in place here.]

Who thought of this crazy communist set up anyway?

Probably those brave, first pioneers who arrived in a world much harsher than this one with only free supplies to have respite.

Yeah?

[Do go on.]

Well, electricity had been in for a few months when I arrived, but there had been a lot of people who'd been in way before that. That Battle Dome came a month into my stay, and experiments used to be more frequent, from what I've heard and remember. Also, more kidnappings.

...shit.

Y'know, that makes me a little happier to be here now rather than then.

Same, honestly - even I've gotten used to things which went up during my time here, like the Rec Center. What'd I do without it?

Go truly insane?

Naaah, it'd have to be a total sausage fest for that one.

I wouldn't mind that one so much.

We can't all have the same tastes.

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