spin_kick_snap | Isle of Ikea, Tuesday

Kathy and Raven had a new apartment in need of decoration and furnishing and they also had a lot of things to not think about and/or work their way through, depending on how they were feeling at the time. Conveniently enough, both of those things worked with the other. Kathy had spent her sleepless hours the night before making lists, flipping through magazines for inspiration (seriously, how many Williams-Sonoma catalogues did you need Eliot?!), and doodling layouts to try to figure our furniture arrangements. Then, once it had gotten bright enough outside that it wouldn't be weird to be up and about, Kathy had put together a trip to the Isle of Ikea. Because what could be better than combining a caffeine buzz, a ridiculously generous budget, and four teenage girls?

You were welcome, Ikea employees!

"So we need pretty much everything," Kathy said, as they landed on the shores of the isle. "Two bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and our bedrooms. Pretty much the sky's...the..." She trailed off, looking at the building in front of them. She'd known the whole island was devoted to the store, but she hadn't really thought about how big that store would be. "And this looks like it has everything," she added. "Okay then."

[For those invited, and I have no idea whether the Isle has squirrels or not! Also open for phone calls]

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Raven had adopted her formerly habitual blonde look for the trip, not being sure how many non-Fandom civilians might be there, and not really wanting to deal with stares today.

Also, she hadn't done it in ages, and she kind of wanted to practice.

"I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that you could actually live in one of these stores," she said. "Like . . . comfortably."

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spin_kick_snap

"I'm pretty sure this store could comfortably house an entirely neighborhood comfortably," Kathy declared, trying to find the back wall and failing. "Wanna skip the apartment and just move in here? Meatballs for life?"

Which she wouldn't be eating, thanks.

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tigerundercover

"I do like a good meatball," Raven said. "But it'd get pretty irritating, after awhile, constantly having all these house guests wandering around and trying to test the sturdiness of the furniture."

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spin_kick_snap

"Having to swap beds whenever they decide to change out the floor models," Kathy agreed. "I read a book like that once where the mannequins came alive or something. Which is definitely something we'd need to worry about in an Fandom-affiliated store."

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tigerundercover

". . . I would be so surprised if that never happened on Fandom before," Raven said. "Were they evil attack mannequins? Because in Fandom they'd definitely be evil attack mannequins."

Which would probably then turn people they bit into evil attack mannequins and oh my god Raven was so sorry she'd started thinking down that road that was horrible.

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Kathy appreciated her not going into additional detail about bite spreading the evil mannequin disease. The original image was bad enough.

"Not in the book. They were just kind of dicks in the book. But on Fandom? Absolutely," Kathy said. Fortunately, her mind had gone to Doctor Who and not zombie mannequins.

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tigerundercover

So they'd just abduct people and replace them with mannequin doubles. Less body horror, but still potentially extremely traumatizing.

Sounded like Fandom.

Raven leaned in closer to Kathy, giving the ferry dock a suspicious look. "Do you think Fandom can hear us from here?"

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spin_kick_snap

Well the was horrifying and now the narrative well never get any sleep again. Thanks for that.

"Do I think that our island across the inlet there can hear us talking about potential ways to terrify us for funsies?" Kathy gave Raven an incredulous look. "Umm, obviously."

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tigerundercover

"Then stop giving it ideas," Raven said. ". . . So, what color kitchen towels do we want?"

See, Fandom? Their conversation was totally boring. 100%. Nothing to see here!

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spin_kick_snap

"Depends on if you're going to let me get away with painting it yellow!" Kathy asked. "A nice, sunshiney yellow with white trim and accents? Or, at least the back walls. We may need to find another option for the long wall that it shares with the living room, because having the living room yellow would probably be too much."

Probably.

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tigerundercover

Raven had totally never thought this much about wall colors in her entire life. She didn't get to pick them growing up in New York or in the dorms at Fandom. And she didn't even have walls for a lot of the last year.

"Wait, how yellow is yellow here?" she asked. "Like, pale yellow or mustard yellow? We are not making the living room mustard yellow."

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spin_kick_snap

Neither had Kathy. That was one of the reasons she wanted to paint so badly. Because she'd never had a space of her own before, not like this. Not a place where she could make her mark and claim it as her own.

"Ew. Definitely not mustard," Kathy declared. "Hmm, maybe a purple for the living room? That's across from yellow on the color wheel. They'll contrast nicely if we get complementary shades."

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tigerundercover

"Lilac," Raven suggested. "With the white trim running all the way through to tie the rooms together."

She didn't entirely know what 'tie the rooms together' meant, but she'd read it in one of the many home decor blogs she'd ended up reading last night.

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