[ The call from inside is annoyed too, and if sound traveled better through these doors (thank god it doesn't) she'd hear Kate fumbling around putting on pants and bumping into things as she's rushed. She'd meant to get in touch before now-- she feels like she owes Johanna an apology, maybe an explanation, or god forbid a conversation-- but there've been Things to Do. Meetings to attend, boggarts and pirates to hunt.
She answers the door with wet hair still half-wrapped in a towel, but dressed, and already asking ] What? [ before she's really gotten it open. ]
[As soon as she's got the chance to, Johanna grabs hold of the door and shoves it the rest of the way open. She's quick at observations; she takes stock of the towel, the damp hair.
They're about of height, so it's easy to step in close, and take Kate's chin in her hand--and lean in to kiss her, without so much as a second of hesitation. Her mouth is surprisingly soft, for all the tightness in her jaw. Even the press of her fingertips feels a little soft.]
[ Kate wasn't expecting that, and it's clear in the second it takes her to react, the instinctive flinch toward her bow that starts when Johanna shoves the door open but is cut off when she's kissed instead of punched. (She'd have felt like she maybe deserved it but that doesn't mean she wouldn't fight back.)
The softness is noticed, such a contrast to the usual. It makes Kate a little wary, makes her expect a trap. But she doesn't pull away, returning the kiss in that same almost-gentle kind and reaching around Johanna to touch the panel to shut the door behind her. ]
The kiss stays as soft as ever, even if the grip of her fingers tightens just a little. She lingers against it, just a little longer, and when they do draw apart, that's slow, too. Her eyes flick over Kate's face, a quick study, and she lets her thumb slip up to push against her lower lip.]
Kate lets the kiss taper off and draws back when Johanna does, though no further. That study finds her making one of her own, a hint of confusion in her eyes that's chased by embarrassment (but no anger) at that comment. ]
I won't. [ She lets lips purse slightly against the tip of Johanna's thumb, and lifts a hand to tug on a lock of hair near her jaw, only enough pressure to make her attention known. ] You fixed it.
[And she sounds less than impressed with that. Impatient, she shakes her hair free of Kate's little grip, and drops her hand as she takes a step back, to put her own fingers in her hair, fluffing it out. It really does look better this time, far less brutal of a bob than she's been wearing it.]
Think it's really me?
[As in her style, don't make this deep or anything.]
[ Kate's arm drops easily when Johanna pulls away. Her mouth has been set at neutral, a mild absence of expression, but it widens into a smile now, nothing huge, but definite. She shrugs, head bobbled in a nod. ]
I like it. [ That's what's important, right? Reminded, she lifts a hand to pull the towel loose, ruffling at her hair again before tossing it aside. ] I was surprised you didn't shave it all off. Or go mohawk.
No. I can cut it straight but that's about it. I need to give in and do mine.
[ Not a mohawk, presumably. Could she pull that off? Kate's kind of absently wondering just now, trying to visualize it before she pushes her attention back to Johanna and the tilt of her head. She takes a step back to the edge of a bed and takes a seat, reaching for a comb. ]
[Ask Johanna, Kate. She'll tell you, in no uncertain terms, that no, you can't pull it off. :) ]
There were two of them. There's this real drag of a girl named Eponine. She did the first part. And then there's this kid named Newt--he and his little friends used to run around in a maze getting chased down by monsters, or something--but he was in charge of cutting everyone's hair, too. He did the fine work.
[She fluffs it again, experimentally, as she sinks down to a crouch on the floor.]
[ Or she doesn't even have to ask. Thanks, Johanna.
Kate pulls a little bit of a face at her. ] I don't know, I think I could pull off a mohawk if I wanted to. Or at least an undercut. Just shave one side, maybe? [ She lifts up her hair so it's nearly all combed over to one side, and presses what's left flat against her skull. Just for a second, and the nshe shrugs and lets go. She could, but she's not going to. ]
I just need it shorter. Back to shoulder-length instead of this. Maybe I'll look Newt up. Ask him how he had time for hair cutting while running from monsters.
[In a tone of, are you sure those suggestions are good ideas? Just because she came here and gave you a sweet little kiss doesn't mean she's going to start being nice and supportive, Kate. Sorry (not sorry).
Truth be told, Kate would probably look pretty cute with one side of her head shaved. Very hardcore-style Capitol. But Johanna isn't about to say that. Instead, she lets herself sit, back pressed to the wall, legs crossed and knees dropped open. She leans her elbow against one, chin propped in her hand.]
He's got this dumb word they made up. Shanky. It means fancy, I guess. I guess people will do anything for entertainment when they're bored. Between running from monsters.
[ It was kind of sweet, wasn't it? Don't think she didn't notice.
Whatever, Kate's not serious enough or insecure enough to be offended by Johanna's skepticism. She rolls her eyes and lets her lip curl a little in silent nyah before going back to combing her hair normally. ]
Shanky sounds like the opposite of fancy. But otherwise I guess that sounds a lot like here. Speaking of, I was going to go do some more pirate hunting today but Jay's busy for a while. Want to come?
[ Kate sets the comb on the bureau before tipping forward until her hair falls, nearly to the floor, and she can shake fingers through it. ]
It'll probably be boring [ she admits while upside down ] it's just wandering through the halls forever searching and checking the surveillance we set up on the places we've done. Trying to see if there's any pattern to the weird problems in the lifts. But you should come if you want.
[ Like she said. Kate shrugs. ] Never going to find him if I don't keep at it.
We've got bugs and cameras in the bars, since that's where it looks like he is in the videos where you can see anything. We've been talking about something more...experimental, but Jay's still working out with Fitz whether it's even possible.
[Technology isn't Johanna's area of expertise, not in the least bit. Her impatience with Nuts and Volts pretty much covers her level of patience with technology itself, which is best summed up in a single word: nonexistent.
But she can appreciate traps, and she can appreciate the thought of catching one of these assholes. That part gets her to smile.]
Experimental like what.
[Don't ask her to join a department, but don't ever say she's not interested in cooperative activities. She's just very selective.]
[ Johanna sets a nice low bar that Kate makes it over easily, but in reality it's not her area of expertise either. So if it sounds like she's dumbing this down for her audience, she isn't; this is just as much of it as she really understands herself. ]
We're thinking he might be caught between worlds somehow, so we're wondering if there's a way to measure the energies produced during the jumps and compare with what's around normally to locate him. Since during the jump people are moved between worlds, so it ought to be the same type of energy. We think. Fitz will probably know better whether that's crazy or not.
[ And so off they go. Hours of fruitless searching later.... ]
Why would you even throw the axe then? They're almost within reach anyway, you could just chop them!
[ Kate makes a noise of disgust, but amused disgust, because critiquing terrible horror movies is apparently a thing she really enjoys. She's sprawled out across from the rigged-up screen in her room, good posture abandoned in favor of lounging back into her hoarded pillows. It's gotten still worse as she's tipped into Johanna as the movie's gone on. It was unintentional at first but then it turned out to be kind of nice, the casual warmth and contact of sitting so close together, so she just went with it, letting her weight tilt and press them lightly together.
By now she's let herself slide down so low that she's barely propped up enough to see the screen at all, and when she yawns her temple leans against shoulder. Fun new game: how long can she leave it there? If she were a betting woman her money'd be on Johanna objecting before she can fall asleep. ]
[The search was stupid. The movie? Stupider. But here Johanna is, slumped on Kate's bed, her chin practically resting on her chest. Kate's cheek is somewhere in the same region. It's a strange and warm contact. It shouldn't be. She's seen just about every inch of Kate's skin, but this is different. More intimate, somehow.
What a stupid thought, Johanna thinks, and rolls her eyes at herself.]
Because they're idiots. They're not even good at throwing axes. Did you see that? They threw them like they were-- tree branches, or something. Like he's going to trip on them.
[The killer does not trip on them. Onscreen, the teenagers all scream, and Johanna rolls her eyes.]
Idiots.
[And while Johanna can put up with this for a little while, she's now fast approaching maximum toleration. She'll have to shrug free, if only to reset. Kate gets five seconds more, to move her head on her own. Four seconds. Three...]
Going for the ankles is so stupid. If you have to throw them badly at least aim for center of mass. Oh look a dark hall, there couldn't possibly be anything waiting at the end like there was the last six times.
[ Kate does not move her head in time, but she's also easily dislodged by Johanna's shrug. She lets her head loll back the other way like she's barely noticed the shift, though really it's mildly disappointing, if not surprising. That sort of intimacy might be more for her and Johanna but mostly what she's thinking of is Teddy's arm around her shoulders in the booth at breakfast or Billy's feet in her lap while they watch a movie. Leaning into Noh so they can share headphones, him tapping out the rhythm on her knee.
She lets Johanna have her space back, tipping onto her side and curling up a little further, arm beneath her head keeping the screen just in view. ]
Unless you're cutting off his feet at the ankles. That's how I'd have started.
[Which she says with a certain pride and relish. The thought is a deeply satisfying one, and a threat that she'd dearly like to make good on. Maybe on their disappearing pirate, if they ever track him down. Definitely on someone responsible for this whole bullshit mess.
The comfortable sharing of space is not something that Johanna is good at. Add that to the list. She's pretty much forgotten how, and she never really liked hugs to begin with. The easy duck in for a peck on the cheek, a hand on her shoulder, on her arm--on the small of her back, guiding her around--it's all got connotations so negative it makes her skin crawl. And then there was the torture. No set-up for success in casual intimacy.
And Kate doesn't bitch when she's dislodged--which is good. It means Johanna is quicker to get to that point of reset, as the prickling of her skin dies down to a feeling that's next to nothing.]
They're getting farther than the last six times. [Not that that's saying much; she conveys that by her tone. Idly, she reaches out to trap a strand of Kate's hair, and starts to twine it around her finger, her eyes still fixed on the screen.] Why didn't they take the axes with them if they were going to run? God, it's painful to watch people this stupid. Do people actually enjoy these movies?
Yeah, but you have aim. [ And these poor stupid teenagers have whatever the opposite of aim is. Kate glances at Johanna's hand but doesn't mind the idle toying with her hair. She's got so much of it, might as well be good for something. ]
Since they're still making them however far in the future this is, yes, people enjoy them. I like them sometimes as unintentional comedies. And teenagers like them because being scared's an excuse to hold hands with the person next to you. [ She makes a very fake noise of surprise and clutches at Johanna's arm in demonstration. ] Katrina Harrison got all four of her boyfriends in middle school that way.
[ She lets go of Johanna's arm, but slides a hand around her side instead, palm flat across her stomach, fingers curling to ruffle at the hem of her shirt like they might just slip under. ]
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[ The call from inside is annoyed too, and if sound traveled better through these doors (thank god it doesn't) she'd hear Kate fumbling around putting on pants and bumping into things as she's rushed. She'd meant to get in touch before now-- she feels like she owes Johanna an apology, maybe an explanation, or god forbid a conversation-- but there've been Things to Do. Meetings to attend, boggarts and pirates to hunt.
She answers the door with wet hair still half-wrapped in a towel, but dressed, and already asking ] What? [ before she's really gotten it open. ]
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They're about of height, so it's easy to step in close, and take Kate's chin in her hand--and lean in to kiss her, without so much as a second of hesitation. Her mouth is surprisingly soft, for all the tightness in her jaw. Even the press of her fingertips feels a little soft.]
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The softness is noticed, such a contrast to the usual. It makes Kate a little wary, makes her expect a trap. But she doesn't pull away, returning the kiss in that same almost-gentle kind and reaching around Johanna to touch the panel to shut the door behind her. ]
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The kiss stays as soft as ever, even if the grip of her fingers tightens just a little. She lingers against it, just a little longer, and when they do draw apart, that's slow, too. Her eyes flick over Kate's face, a quick study, and she lets her thumb slip up to push against her lower lip.]
Don't freak out this time.
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Kate lets the kiss taper off and draws back when Johanna does, though no further. That study finds her making one of her own, a hint of confusion in her eyes that's chased by embarrassment (but no anger) at that comment. ]
I won't. [ She lets lips purse slightly against the tip of Johanna's thumb, and lifts a hand to tug on a lock of hair near her jaw, only enough pressure to make her attention known. ] You fixed it.
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[And she sounds less than impressed with that. Impatient, she shakes her hair free of Kate's little grip, and drops her hand as she takes a step back, to put her own fingers in her hair, fluffing it out. It really does look better this time, far less brutal of a bob than she's been wearing it.]
Think it's really me?
[As in her style, don't make this deep or anything.]
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I like it. [ That's what's important, right? Reminded, she lifts a hand to pull the towel loose, ruffling at her hair again before tossing it aside. ] I was surprised you didn't shave it all off. Or go mohawk.
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I like my hair. I don't want it going anywhere.
[But she tips her head to the side, a thoughtful lean against her hand, or maybe like the weight's gotten just a little too heavy, wide-eyed and coy.]
Maybe a mohawk. Are you any good at cutting hair?
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[ Not a mohawk, presumably. Could she pull that off? Kate's kind of absently wondering just now, trying to visualize it before she pushes her attention back to Johanna and the tilt of her head. She takes a step back to the edge of a bed and takes a seat, reaching for a comb. ]
Who helped you? Maybe I'll call them.
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There were two of them. There's this real drag of a girl named Eponine. She did the first part. And then there's this kid named Newt--he and his little friends used to run around in a maze getting chased down by monsters, or something--but he was in charge of cutting everyone's hair, too. He did the fine work.
[She fluffs it again, experimentally, as she sinks down to a crouch on the floor.]
Don't hack yours off. You wouldn't look good.
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Kate pulls a little bit of a face at her. ] I don't know, I think I could pull off a mohawk if I wanted to. Or at least an undercut. Just shave one side, maybe? [ She lifts up her hair so it's nearly all combed over to one side, and presses what's left flat against her skull. Just for a second, and the nshe shrugs and lets go. She could, but she's not going to. ]
I just need it shorter. Back to shoulder-length instead of this. Maybe I'll look Newt up. Ask him how he had time for hair cutting while running from monsters.
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Really?
[In a tone of, are you sure those suggestions are good ideas? Just because she came here and gave you a sweet little kiss doesn't mean she's going to start being nice and supportive, Kate. Sorry (not sorry).
Truth be told, Kate would probably look pretty cute with one side of her head shaved. Very hardcore-style Capitol. But Johanna isn't about to say that. Instead, she lets herself sit, back pressed to the wall, legs crossed and knees dropped open. She leans her elbow against one, chin propped in her hand.]
He's got this dumb word they made up. Shanky. It means fancy, I guess. I guess people will do anything for entertainment when they're bored. Between running from monsters.
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Whatever, Kate's not serious enough or insecure enough to be offended by Johanna's skepticism. She rolls her eyes and lets her lip curl a little in silent nyah before going back to combing her hair normally. ]
Shanky sounds like the opposite of fancy. But otherwise I guess that sounds a lot like here. Speaking of, I was going to go do some more pirate hunting today but Jay's busy for a while. Want to come?
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It sounds a lot like a lot of places.
[Dry observation. Johanna drums her fingers on her cheek, managing to pull off the thoughtful-and-yet-still-bored look.]
Pirate hunting how. Like tracking them down? [But in case Kate revokes the offer, she drawls:] Probably. I'm not busy today.
[And clearly that fact makes her better in all things.]
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Yeah, just looking for him.
[ Kate sets the comb on the bureau before tipping forward until her hair falls, nearly to the floor, and she can shake fingers through it. ]
It'll probably be boring [ she admits while upside down ] it's just wandering through the halls forever searching and checking the surveillance we set up on the places we've done. Trying to see if there's any pattern to the weird problems in the lifts. But you should come if you want.
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It sounds boring.
[No 'probably'. But!]
What kind of surveillance do you have?
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We've got bugs and cameras in the bars, since that's where it looks like he is in the videos where you can see anything. We've been talking about something more...experimental, but Jay's still working out with Fitz whether it's even possible.
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But she can appreciate traps, and she can appreciate the thought of catching one of these assholes. That part gets her to smile.]
Experimental like what.
[Don't ask her to join a department, but don't ever say she's not interested in cooperative activities. She's just very selective.]
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We're thinking he might be caught between worlds somehow, so we're wondering if there's a way to measure the energies produced during the jumps and compare with what's around normally to locate him. Since during the jump people are moved between worlds, so it ought to be the same type of energy. We think. Fitz will probably know better whether that's crazy or not.
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Whatever.
[None of it means anything to her, and so she very quickly does not care.]
Let's just go and look for him. We can leave the rest of that up to Fitz. [Scornful, but not necessarily mean.]
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Why would you even throw the axe then? They're almost within reach anyway, you could just chop them!
[ Kate makes a noise of disgust, but amused disgust, because critiquing terrible horror movies is apparently a thing she really enjoys. She's sprawled out across from the rigged-up screen in her room, good posture abandoned in favor of lounging back into her hoarded pillows. It's gotten still worse as she's tipped into Johanna as the movie's gone on. It was unintentional at first but then it turned out to be kind of nice, the casual warmth and contact of sitting so close together, so she just went with it, letting her weight tilt and press them lightly together.
By now she's let herself slide down so low that she's barely propped up enough to see the screen at all, and when she yawns her temple leans against shoulder. Fun new game: how long can she leave it there? If she were a betting woman her money'd be on Johanna objecting before she can fall asleep. ]
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What a stupid thought, Johanna thinks, and rolls her eyes at herself.]
Because they're idiots. They're not even good at throwing axes. Did you see that? They threw them like they were-- tree branches, or something. Like he's going to trip on them.
[The killer does not trip on them. Onscreen, the teenagers all scream, and Johanna rolls her eyes.]
Idiots.
[And while Johanna can put up with this for a little while, she's now fast approaching maximum toleration. She'll have to shrug free, if only to reset. Kate gets five seconds more, to move her head on her own. Four seconds. Three...]
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[ Kate does not move her head in time, but she's also easily dislodged by Johanna's shrug. She lets her head loll back the other way like she's barely noticed the shift, though really it's mildly disappointing, if not surprising. That sort of intimacy might be more for her and Johanna but mostly what she's thinking of is Teddy's arm around her shoulders in the booth at breakfast or Billy's feet in her lap while they watch a movie. Leaning into Noh so they can share headphones, him tapping out the rhythm on her knee.
She lets Johanna have her space back, tipping onto her side and curling up a little further, arm beneath her head keeping the screen just in view. ]
Total idiots.
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[Which she says with a certain pride and relish. The thought is a deeply satisfying one, and a threat that she'd dearly like to make good on. Maybe on their disappearing pirate, if they ever track him down. Definitely on someone responsible for this whole bullshit mess.
The comfortable sharing of space is not something that Johanna is good at. Add that to the list. She's pretty much forgotten how, and she never really liked hugs to begin with. The easy duck in for a peck on the cheek, a hand on her shoulder, on her arm--on the small of her back, guiding her around--it's all got connotations so negative it makes her skin crawl. And then there was the torture. No set-up for success in casual intimacy.
And Kate doesn't bitch when she's dislodged--which is good. It means Johanna is quicker to get to that point of reset, as the prickling of her skin dies down to a feeling that's next to nothing.]
They're getting farther than the last six times. [Not that that's saying much; she conveys that by her tone. Idly, she reaches out to trap a strand of Kate's hair, and starts to twine it around her finger, her eyes still fixed on the screen.] Why didn't they take the axes with them if they were going to run? God, it's painful to watch people this stupid. Do people actually enjoy these movies?
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Since they're still making them however far in the future this is, yes, people enjoy them. I like them sometimes as unintentional comedies. And teenagers like them because being scared's an excuse to hold hands with the person next to you. [ She makes a very fake noise of surprise and clutches at Johanna's arm in demonstration. ] Katrina Harrison got all four of her boyfriends in middle school that way.
[ She lets go of Johanna's arm, but slides a hand around her side instead, palm flat across her stomach, fingers curling to ruffle at the hem of her shirt like they might just slip under. ]
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