Room 324, Tuesday After Classes

[vanillajello]

You knew you were in Fandom when a class where the room was full of bunnies was not the most insane class of the day. But that was all forgotten now, because Kate had to prepare for tomorrow. Because tomorrow, she had a job interview! And that trumped everything else.

She'd considered calling up Mitchell or Hannibal to gush, but what she really needed right now was someone to go over her outfit with her. Which meant that after a lot of persuading and general harassment, she'd managed to get her brother on webcam.

Her laptop was on her desk chair now, so Marshall got a full-body view when she finally emerged from the bathroom in her carefully picked job interview clothes: a black turtleneck shirt, black skirt, black leggins, and black boots. She thought black was a good color for the job. "So, is this serious enough?" she asked, stopping to pose with her hands on her hips.

Unfortunately, Marshall didn't seem to have picked up on his role in all of this yet. "What makes you assume I know anything about fashion?" he asked, slightly dubious, his voice sounding distant as it came through laptop speakers.

Seriously? This was not the time for him to be debunking any stereotypes. He dressed like a damn fifties movie star, he couldn't possibly tell her he knew nothing about clothes. "Touchy, Jesus," Kate said, making a face, "change your tampon, I was just asking a question."

Luckily, he relented. "It's very dark," he noted with a mild shrug. "Thought you hated those boots."

Kate looked down at her combat boots. Sure, they were a total bitch to get off her feet sometimes, but... "Well, I still hate them," she shrugged, "but I think they look like spy boots."

Even Marshall had to smile a little at that. "Really gonna be a spy?"

She thought so. Actually, she thought it was pretty obvious from the ad, which she had forwarded to him, too. What else could it be? "It says capital, as in state capital," she replied, rather excitedly, as she picked up the laptop and set it down on the table so she could sit in the chair in front of it, "and surveillance, and when I called them today they seemed very secretive!"

That made Marshall sound... mildly impressed? Not really. "Wow," he deadpanned. "Why would they want a spy who can only work part-time and whose only experience is in food service? I mean, what are you gonna do, spy on people with better jobs?"

Kate just made another face at him and muttered "no" as she started prying the boots off her feet. Stupid logical little brother, trying to bring her down.

[ooc: Door is closed, but post is very open for interaction of all kinds. Yep, still USoT S02E01, tweaked-for-Fandom version.]

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[longislandiceme]

After spaceships class (spaceships!) Bobby had gone out to pick up his textbooks for the self-directed (read as: boring) classes he'd signed up for in a fit of productivity (insanity).

"...Why are you dressed like a ninja?" he asked, after throwing his stack of textbooks on the floor near his bed.

[vanillajello]

"I'm not dressed like a ninja, I'm dressed like a spy," Kate said, clicking the connection with Marshall away before he had time to interject anything.

It was okay. Moosh was totally used to it.

Kate pressed the screen down and turned around in her chair. "... Do I look like ninja? Cool."

[longislandiceme]

The spies Bobby knew wore a lot more leather, usually. "Kinda," he admitted. "I mean, you'd need a sword or something but otherwise you've got the look right on."

[vanillajello]

"Ooh." Yes, that was something to look smug about. It was that kind of a day, and she hadn't needed all that much time to get over Marshall's doubts. "Too bad there wasn't a job ad for that."

Not that she really wanted to be a ninja. It was a bit too violent by nature for her.

[longislandiceme]

"They put ads out for spies now?" Bobby asked. "I kind always that was the kind of job where they found you." Half the time by kidnapping and brainwashing, but details. "I didn't think they'd put it on Craigslist or whatever."

[vanillajello]

"Craigslist?" Kate's brow furrowed for a moment. "Oh, that's the site that's like Benspot, right?"

Oh, the little things that set Kate's world apart from others. They did't have Google, either.

"Well, anyway, there was totally a spy ad, look!" She picked up the ad she'd printed out from her desk and showing it to him. "I mean, not like CIA spy work, but still."

[longislandiceme]

Bobby had to admit it did look rather spy-ish. "It sounds kind of dangerous," he said dubiously.

...Did you hear that, Kate? That would be the pot calling the kettle black.

[vanillajello]

Yeeeah. Kate gave him a look that said about as much. "I'm not the one who's gonna be coming home all beat up. Spies spy."

[longislandiceme]

"That hasn't happened in a while!" Because he somehow had managed to fix himself from getting blown up, the last time he'd gotten in trouble. "Just- if the guy holding the interview has a Russian accent? I'd get out of there." Apart from a few notable exceptions, Bobby's experience with Russian spies had not been good ones.

[vanillajello]

"I think that's prejudiced." Not that years of being occasionally exposed to bad action movies hadn't left her with the same reaction. "But noted."

[longislandiceme]

"Well," Bobby grumbled, "good." A pause. "I'd be upset if you got yourself in trouble and I ended up needing a new roommate." That would be Bobby's method of expressing concern, yes.

[vanillajello]

Kate gave him a good-natured eyeroll. "I'm not gonna get into trouble."

Well. Not like that, anyway...

"You'll probably be stuck with my fabulous self until I graduate."

[longislandiceme]

Suuuuure she wasn't. Bobby gave her a look that said as much. "Yeah, you and your dirty socks."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Hey, if she wasn't going to call Hannibal, he'd call her. He was bored enough and lazy enough. Currently floating around his parents' pool in a nice lounger would do that to a guy.

If she didn't pick up, she'd just get a rambling, twenty minute voicemail.

[vanillajello]

A rambly voicemail would have been fine enough, but she did pick up. Couldn't not.

"Heeey babe."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Hey yourself," Hannibal said, splashing some water around at no one at all. "Haven't forgotten who I am, I see."

[vanillajello]

Kate snorted. "No, actually I have, that's just how I greet everyone."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Way to just completely ruin my day!" Hannibal said, sighing longingly. "Now you gotta make it up to me. Somehow."

[vanillajello]

"I don't have to make up anything to anyone," Kate decided. "I had Mathematics of Quantum Neutrino Fields or something like that today."

It was kind of impressive that she even remembered the name of the class, when she didn't remember anything else about it.

"And I have a big day tomorrow."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Big day?" Hannibal repeated. "You're not like...eloping, are you?"

[vanillajello]

"Yes, Hannibal," Kate deadpanned. "I'm eloping. With Emma. To Vegas."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Hot!" Hannibal said, laughing. "Can I come and watch?"

[vanillajello]

"No. Emma would, like, brainzap you or something."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"She would not, I'm too adorable for that." Hannibal thought so, at least. "What kind of big day?"

[vanillajello]

It was such a shame that he couldn't see her grin right now. Because it was a bright one. "I have a job interview."