Not the girl next door or a girl from France (Open RP)

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

It was early in the morning, perhaps an hour or so past sunrise (two hash marks on the Fantasyland sundial), and Miss Mrs Una Persson was out looking for ... something. She'd woken up from a vivid dream with the conviction that she really needed to find a Royal Albert gent's bicycle. Of course, as the dream faded, she couldn't remember why that could possibly important. But by then, she was already halfway across the park.

Well, sod.

Nothing for it, she decided, but to get something to eat and figure out what to do with the new day.

((Any and all are welcome to chat with or bother her at any point in the day.))

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[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

((Guess who's finished her last essay of the year? XP))

Kitty was as usual, out on one of her wanders. It was what she liked spending her time doing, now there was little else to do with her life, wandering around the park, humming songs to herself and trying to think things through. Which she had quite a few things to think over right now, what with Percy and his...almost knowing conversation, and Arachne and how not to flirt with a pretty girl who doesn't know she's a woman too etc.

She walked along and tossed her pocket watch, now rendered useless, from hand to hand, singing 'In my Father's Footsteps' underneath her breath and not paying any real attention to where she was going.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

Una rounded a corner and stopped just short of flattening Kitty.

"Whoops! Damn, sorry. Oh, hello, Kit."

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

Kitty looked up in surprise herself, and juggled the watch for a second to stop herself dropping it, "Morning. Haven't talked to you in a while. And it's alright, I was paying as little attention as you were." She shot Una a wide smile, more to be polite than anything else, and it made a welcome distraction from thinking about other people in the park, as she was reasonably sure Una knew and she was alright with that.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

Una didn't know, exactly, but she was about 99% certain. Still, she was also too polite to bring the matter up first.

"How have you been settling in, then?"

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

Kitty shrugged in a rather non-committal fashion, "Not so bad, really. Found my way around splendidly by now. And The Doctor, I think that's his real name, I don't exactly know, was kind enough to lend me some different clothes." She presumed Una knew who the Doctor was, as if you've been here a while, it can't be too difficult to know most people, right?

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

Una chuckled. "Yes, he's very helpful that way," she said. "He let me raid the wardrobe a while back, and I'm afraid I went a bit mad in there. I'm glad you've met him; he's a good friend."

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid I was rather too in awe of his strange police box to raid a wardrobe, at the time. But he did seem like an awfully nice gentleman." She smirked, as it was entirely true, "Do you have any idea how that might work? I just sort of shrugged and accepted it." Or...why he might need snow globes, which was the one thing confusing her.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"The size of the interior, you mean?" Una shrugged a little. "Frankly, it's a bit baffling even to me. Shrugging and accepting it does seem to be the easiest approach, unless one wants to let oneself in for a lecture that one most likely won't understand the half of."

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

"Mm, you mean like the one I got when I asked him what he wanted snowglobes for?" That was still baffling her to a great extent. She shoved her hands in her pockets and shrugged, "I wondered if you might know, being a time traveller too." She still wasn't quite used to that concept either, but she was getting there, the longer she spent here.

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[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Ran off to join the circus, as it were," Una said, smiling. "Touring the provinces, then?"

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

"In a sense, yes." She laughed at the idea, simply because it wasn't quite a circus, but the more she thought about it...the more it was, really, "That's where we started, yes. Took a long while to get to London."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"It usually does. But it's worth the effort, of course. Although you play to some hellish little audiences along the way, don't you?" There'd been the time she'd ended up in Brighton in midwinter, due to bad planning on someone else's part. Although the fact that it was during the American occupation in that one time stream probably hadn't helped. "And your own act? Song and dance, or—?"

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

"Oh, of course. You'd be surprised the abuse you can get. For no real apparent reason, sometimes. But you have to stick with it, win them over, and so on." She'd done that enough times. "Song, dance...I used to have a partner once." She thought for a second, then added with a smile, just to see if she did know like she'd presumed, "Oh, and a little drag." Let her make what she wants of that.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Oh? You strike me as rather young to be doing the Widow Twankey sort of role," Una said, not quite innocently.

Yes, she was blatantly lobbing the ball back into Kitty's side of the court.

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

Kitty inwardly swore, as she'd hoped that would be enough to get her point across, or at least get the whole thing clearer, "Well, not quite that sort of drag, really. You should know, I do look rather good as a girl." Hinthinthint. She gulped down some coffee and threw it back to Una.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

Una hadn't exactly meant to be cruel or deliberately dense; she'd hoped perhaps to draw Kitty out a little more directly. But it was increasingly clear that obliqueness was the order of the day, and really that shouldn't have been a surprise.

So Una gave her a knowing smile and said, "I imagine so. A natural, as it were."

[kit-invelvet.livejournal.com]

Kitty was just trying to avoid saying it outright, because she felt awfully bad for lying, but she didn't see she had any other choice. It was just terribly awkward and she didn't know how to approach it, rather like she didn't know how to approach explaining other things to Nan and had just ended up snapping at her. "Very much a natural. As I'm sure you know just what I mean."

Finally. Christ. She took a long sip of coffee and thought she better explain somewhat, "Sorry. It just wasn't as easy to get that off my chest as I thought it would be. Even though I presumed you knew anyway." And now she was rambling, and just told herself to shut up.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Sunrise was long gone, but if Ms. Persson were still looking for something to do with the day there was always the option of a smart-alecky California boy sloping around the park. Logan had dragged himself out of his nest about a hash mark before midday, and was presently in search of something breakfasty, humming "Lust for Life" a little tunelessly under his breath.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

After breakfast with Kitty, Una went on her way vaguely in the direction of Toon Town, not that she was entirely sure what she planned on doing when she got there. The result, however, was that her path intersected eventually with Logan's, and she greeted him with a wave and a smile.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Hey there," he called out in a pleased voice. "And how are you this exactly-the-same-as-yesterday day?"

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Much the same as yesterday myself, in fact," she answered, grinning. "And yourself? Staying out of trouble, then?"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Me? In trouble? Perish the thought." He gave his head a thinky tilt. "It's kind of depressing, actually."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Trouble, or the absence thereof?" She fell into step alongside him.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Kinda both, I guess." He stuck his hands in his pockets. "I think I'm getting soft...although that makes it sound like I'm normally a swordfighter or an Arctic explorer or something, and now I'm eating Cheetos and hanging out in boxer shorts. Cheetos and boxer shorts would be completely reasonable in my life, but, like, I've practically forgotten the way the inside of a lockup smells."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"And the mock-prison in the Pirates of the Caribbean ride doesn't really cut it, does it?" she said. "Feel like I'm losing my edge a bit myself, sometimes. Trying to keep my hand in with a bit of target practice every now and then, but it's not quite the same." She chuckled. "Jerry's probably going to be terribly annoyed with me when I get home—tanned and rested and all while he's been trying not to get blown up. Assuming I end up back more or less where I left off."