Morning - Pangolin B

[notcalledlizzie]

Marty woke up, desperate for a cigarette. She reached out for the packet on her bedside table only to discover that they weren't there.

Five minutes later, a fruitless search turned up no cigarettes and also no Pink Ladies jacket.

Marty resisted the urge to stop her foot as she delved back into the clothes, returning with a pink shirt that was perhaps a little too low cut and a little too tight. But hey! They were seniors now.

She fluffed up her curls confidently. Hopefully she'd be able to bum a cigarette off someone.

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"My mind is fine. There's been no whammying of any kind," declared Marty.

[janet_fraiser]

"Your name is Elizabeth Weir, your parents live in Connecticut, you don't smoke, we're dating, and you've lost your mind," said Janet. "Hopefully on a temporary basis."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"You're cracked," declared Marty, shaking her head.

[janet_fraiser]

Janet crossed her arms and glared. "Then why did you wake up in this cabin instead of at your mom's house?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Hey, how should I know? Some weird Rydell back to school thing?" Marty suggested, twirling her hair around her finger.

[janet_fraiser]

"Does Rydell even have cabins on the school grounds?" asked Janet challengingly.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Maybe? I don't know. Maybe it's like the carnival we get at the end of year? Here one day, gone the next," suggested Marty.

[janet_fraiser]

"Did you even notice these foundations?" asked Janet, scuffing the floor. "They don't move. Look, what are Rydell's school colors?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Red and white. Duh," said Marty. "Everyone in town knows that. Boy, you're really</> new, aren't you?"

[janet_fraiser]

"Look, I'm a cheerleader," said Janet, going into her alcove and grabbing the uniform. She held the blue and yellow uniform out on its hanger to show it to Marty. "Fandom's colors aren't red and white."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Well you're from a different school," protested Marty. "A school of sluts looking at that uniform. You know that slut ChaCha?"

[janet_fraiser]

Janet's expression turned to stone and her voice was icy. Her fists were clenched. "Of course I don't," she said, slowly and very, very calmly. "Because none of the people you're talking about exist on this island. And you're very, very lucky right now that I know you're not in your right mind, Elizabeth."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I am not Elizabeth," cried Marty. "I don't even know any Elizabeth."

[janet_fraiser]

"You'd better remember before we move back into the dorms on Monday," snapped Janet. "Or you're going to be awfully lost."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Rydell's not a boarding school. My mom threatened to send me to one last year, but she didn't mean it," said Marty.

[janet_fraiser]

"Guess what?" Janet gestured around the cabin. "Boarding school. On an island. Where you have to get a pass to leave. Apparently full of people like me who aren't up to your standards."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"No way," said Marty confidently. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta go find Rizzo and the rest of the girls before first bell."

[janet_fraiser]

"It's summer!" yelled Janet. "School's not even in session! Fine, go be delusional. Enjoy yourself. And don't give yourself cancer with cigarettes."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Whatever," snitted Marty, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she stalked out of the cabin.