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vanillajello) wrote2010-08-31 10:51 pm
vanillajello) wrote2010-08-31 10:51 pm
Room 324, Tuesday After Classes
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.]
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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