Aureus Canis - Monday Morning

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And life goes back to normal. Ish.



Marnie's eyes were comedically wide as Jennie recounted her weekend of harrowing peril and furrniess, clapping her hand over her mouth and shrieking "Oh my God! Seriously?" at all the appropriate moments.

"Yeah, so, thus is my thrilling and exciting life," Jennie said, lacing up her shoes. She'd edited for appropriate content, especially in regards to the X-men, but for all intents and purposes her best human friend had gotten the whole story. Her reaction was a refreshing one, too. An appropriate mix of sympathy and WTF?

"Never before I have appreciated the luxury of opposable thumbs. Or working vocal cords," the dark-haired girl added, stretching her legs out before her and knocking her feet together. "Our Miss Mariah will be attending classes at our esteemed institute a few times a week, so hopefully any and all future oopsies will be the kind that are easily avoided or fixed."

"And what about Whitney and Madison?" Marnie added as Jennie stood, hugging her bag to her chest.

"What about 'em? We convinced 'em not to press charges, as the world would discover what cute widdle puppies they make. And seriously, they provoked Mariah until she freaked, they admitted as much. I mean, there's the whole ethical gray line for everyone involved, but I think they're more than happy to pretend the last week never happened. Out of the goodness of my heart I even talked our medstaff into providing doctor's notes for the pair of them for all their classes and for Bill Evans. The official word is that they had a whopping case of pneumonia and couldn't call. Or something."

"Well, even so, they missed a week's worth of rehearsal and are getting bumped to ensemble. It's only fair," Marnie shrugged.

"Yeah, no kidding. This is the universe saying 'do not be a heinous bitch, or you will answer for it.' Often by becoming a bitch, literally." The weekend had also provided some insight into Jennie's own life. She hadn't missed the number of 'bitch' comments that were made her way as well. Maybe she hadn't been the nicest of people lately, either. Jennie slung her bag over her shoulder and followed Marnie out of the locker room into the hallway. "I on the other hand, missed no rehearsal and thus get to keep my coveted spot of 'Mechanical Doll #3' in the 'Where is The Line?' number."

"At least you're still above 4, 5 and 6?" Marnie offered. "And you get a neat costume. Mine's a t-shirt, pantaloons and a tutu."

"Face paint and body-hugging spandex. It's like being naked, only white and silver naked," Jennie said with a nod. The two girls ambled down the hallway, and as they rounded a corner, almost crashed into another pair of girls. Tall, blonde and willowy Whitney, and her brunette clone Madison. Whitney narrowed her eyes.

"Watch where you're going!" she snapped. Apparently, her own misadventure had not sweetened her temper any.

"Sorry, my hearing's not as strong as it was this weekend," Jennie said primly, rubbing her ear for emphasis. "Didn't hear you guys coming at all."

Whitney made a noise that sounded like a growl. Madison only shook her head and tugged on Whitney's arm. Jennie felt a little bad about the dark circles around the smaller girl's eyes. "Come on Whitney, we still have to talk to Bill Evans."

Whitney sighed, and shouldered in-between Marnie and Jennie. Madison threw them both apologetic looks before hurrying after her friend.

"And you gave them doctor's notes why?" Marnie said, looking over her shoulder before following Jennie.

"I like to think I've grown from this experience," Jennie said as she and Marnie headed down the stairs. Behind them, the strap of Whiney's bag broke, spilling it's contents all over the hallway floor. The girl's cry of frustration echoed down after them.

"Well, somewhat," Jennie added a touch evily as they pushed open the doors and out into a day with a sky as gray as concrete.