Everything I own reminds me of something else.

What the fuck what?

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See: Icon

(Read: I am pink-ish. I am me, but pink. Why the fuck am I pink? I am not supposed to be people-colored.)

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What the fuck?!?!

You're pink-ish, and yet you're you... that's... what the fuck?!

Are you okay?

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Oh now you get on board with the what-the-fucking.

I'm pink. I hate pink. It's fine for a skin color for other people but I am not pink. I am blue. Though technically I'm still blue...if you count my eyes. And why the fuck am I blonde? It's like someone waved a wand and went "eh, we take back that whole inconvenient physical mutation bit...but we really didn't like her much as a redhead, let's try blonde, they have more fun I hear."

Fucking hell

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Well yeah, now that I know you didn't just use some random icon from a mimic you picked up, I'm on board!

This is incredibly odd. You feel okay physically? Can you still use your powers?

You're a very pretty blonde if that's any consolation, though I'm sure it isn't.

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Not really a consolation, no.

And, yeah, I feel fine. Everything works just as well as it did before I turned pink. I don't know how but somehow this is Garrison's fault regardless of his color preference.

Edited Date: 2011-11-17 11:02 pm (UTC)

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Hmm, well if it's Garrison's fault maybe he knows how to reverse it somehow?

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My normal response to this sounds far to incriminating. suffice to say it is doubtful.

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Hmm, well other than suggesting that the Professor try to figure it out, I got nothing else. Except for suggesting that alcohol fixes it ;)

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You know, I conveniently have a case of very good Scotch laying about. Sadly, I am currently working. Clearly I will need to make a date with it later. Particularly since I can better appreciate it with my own metabolism.

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I knew that case would be incredibly useful at some point!

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I agree, though that is probably not helpful either.

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You, sir, are biased in at least a half dozen different ways.

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I'm not sure I'm biased in that many ways. Though if we are talking about bias, I do prefer you blue to peach. But peach is an improvement over Laura.

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What is with guys having a hard on for me being blue? I prefer me being me to being Laura because she's short, though her mutation is dead useful, but everyone's got a blue fixation.

have I turned into a fetish in my natural form?

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You being blue is part of a larger package that is generally pretty amazing.

And you're also not happy being peach, which takes away from the appreciation of it.

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I don't think it's possible to be happy about something you have this level of WTF about.

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Precisely. "It's okay, you look hot anyway" is not exactly an appropriate response.

"Have you been to see Hank?" however, is.

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The first one is more likely to go over well.

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Perhaps, but the second seems more pertinent.

Besides, I can't say the first with any confidence at all unless I see you in person. Dinner, out, sometime soon?

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Sure, dinner can be had. Just admit it, though, you're just having a hard time letting go of your role as feeder of the wandering Nessa.

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Is it so hard to believe I might just want to spend time with you?

I have something I've been meaning to talk to you about anyway.

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Those are famous words of ominousness you're speaking there

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Oh.

Oh no, not ominous. Just some business stuff I wanted to talk to you about.

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That is only slightly less ominous.

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It's not just guys, Hollyhock.

And like the man says, it's because the blue is part of the package.

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At first I thought you meant actual pink. My girlfriend pink. That would have raised eyebrows. This does too.

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Yeah, no, not Anna levels of pink. God, I might actually take extreme measures in that case. No offense to Anna, she's lovely pink but me? Not so much. I've got no fucking clue how it happened either. I was blue, then I walked out my door and I was peach by time I turned to lock it. Hence the swearing you heard.

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Chinese, Mexican, or Swedish?

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I was assuming you meant food until you got to Swedish. Unless you were offering me meatballs. In that case I feel like we've crossed over a line that is not appropriate for public view.

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Indian it is. Your usual?

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You are the platonic love of my life, monsieur.

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The woman has given me more na'an than I think even I can eat. I hope you are hungry, mon ami.

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Did you mention me? Hell, they probably know I'm involved from the order. I asked once why they didn't give naan proportional to the amount of sauce in my chicken tikka masala. She's been giving me extra naan since. Usually there's four or five per tikka masala order. She's very considerate this way.

I am starving. All I've done for the past week is read files of cases from when I was gone and fix their reports and the filing and do annoying background check type work. Boredom makes me hungry.

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My reports, all two of them, were perfect, merci. Though I cannot say much for the filing system. Since Laurie has been gone, I think no one has paid so much attention to it. This is something, at least, that I can help with. I promise, I will not even go so fast that the papers fly out of their folders.

Et oui, I think the woman knew this order was partly for you, so it is good you're hungry.

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