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]

"Oh you're kidding right," said Marty, starting to panic. "This is all a joke. Did Rizzo set you up to this?"

[janet_fraiser]

Janet was starting to feel sick. "It's not a joke," she said. "I don't know Rizzo, so no, he didn't put me up to this."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"She. Rizzo's a she," Marty corrected automatically. "And speaking of her, I think I'm gonna go and find her and the rest of the girls. I need a smoke. Rizz'll have some for sure."

[janet_fraiser]

"Do you know what that's going to do to your lungs?" asked Janet. "Liz, will you just can it already? Come down to the clinic with me and let me run a few tests."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"What do I need to go to the clinic for?" asked Marty, frowning. "I'm not P.G. or anything."

[janet_fraiser]

"No, you're just delusional," snapped Janet.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I'm not the one going around kissing other girls!" exclaimed Marty.

[janet_fraiser]

"And you'd better not be kissing anyone other than me!" exclaimed Janet. "Since you're my girlfriend!"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I'm no girl's girlfriend," squeaked Marty. "And don't you be spreading rumors like that about me around Rydell."

[janet_fraiser]

"It's not Rydell, it's Fandom!" Janet nearly shrieked. "And you're the one who's been telling people about us!"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"There is no us!" cried Marty, panicking now.

[janet_fraiser]

"There is an us!" Janet's glare was going full force at Liz now. "You've just gotten mind-whammied or soething!"

[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."