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[georgianosity]

Georgia is in Miz Land, the realm of the utterly miz. She is BORED TO DEATH. She misses her little pallies, especially Miss Huffmeister herself (Jaz). What she wouldn't give to see Jaz do her annoying flicky fringe thing!! It is so true what they say, absence makes the heart something something. And how. The only saving whatsit is that the library has about a trillion back issues of CosmoGIRL. Georgia is sitting cross-legged on the floor of the lounge closest to her bedroom, makeup and magazines spread around her, hair in curlers, letting her base coat of foundation dry and reading an article called "Would YOU be Leo's perfect date?".

At home, she would be doing this in her room, safely out of the path of elderly maniacs (and toddler maniacs, and cat maniacs), but there is so little to do here that she simply CANNOT be in her room a moment longer. Besides, there is no one here whose opinion she cares about. The only cute boy is Magnus, and not only has he got a girlfriend but he's about fifty (she may be misremembering his age). It only goes to show the utter futility of life, and so on. Anyway. Ooh, Leo likes Mexican food?

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[georgianosity]

"Well, that's actually quite fascinating to hear, scientific-wise. Because I would say I'm not interested in any of my mates because they're girls. But then again, there is such a thing as a boy mate, such as Dave the Laugh, but he is also my ex-boyfriend and dumpee, so I'm not sure it counts." She tries to steer her brain back on topic. "Oh my giddy god, I know, everyone here is so old. I thought Magnus was fit but he turned out to be practically a grandfather in disguise."

[tallyyoungblood]

"I did call him an ugly when I first met him," Tally admits. "He didn't know that we just call teenagers uglies in the future, so you can imagine it was not a happy-making thing to hear. The fact that he's actually almost a middle pretty is totally crazy!"

[georgianosity]

"I thought he was mad for having a serious conversation with my cat. Then he tried to tell me he didn't think it counted as just mates if you've snogged someone a lot of times." She rolls her eyes at this.

[tallyyoungblood]

"Surely, whether it's just mates is up to the people doing the snogging," Tally agrees. "I do think he can actually talk to animals, though, as sense-missing as it is."

[georgianosity]

"I know that now. And have you met the other kitty cat?" Georgia's eyes widen. "Tally, hang on a minute —have you met Angus??"

[tallyyoungblood]

"No, I don't think so! At least not for very long. He's always running around."

[georgianosity]

"Oooooh, let's find him! He is my true bestest pally."

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally nods and happily hops up.

"Where is he, usually?"

[georgianosity]

"Either tearing around the grounds, in the kitchen trying to get food given to him, or in my room. My room's closest." She grabs Tally's hand to lead her, something that would definitely make Rosie say something like "calm your tits, lez," but Georgia is embracing a gay-friendly attitude. Americans are all touchy feely with their mates anyway.

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally's pleased when Georgia takes her hand. It reminds her she has real friends here, a real clique. She follows Georgia to her room.

"I'm excited to see him. I think I told you, but my parents had a cat and I really miss having one."

[georgianosity]

"What's your cat's name?"

[tallyyoungblood]

"Daffodil," Tally says, smiling. "My parents named her."

[georgianosity]

"Maybe it's lucky she's not here, though. She'd only become one of Angus' girlfriends, and he already has a child with another woman. He's a bit of a rake, to be honest."

She pushes open the door to her room. It's almost exactly like her room at home, with a pink flower rug and mint duvet, only missing about three thousand of Libby's toys in her bed all the time. Angus is hunched underneath her vanity in what seems to be a nest of ripped-up toilet paper, chewing furiously on something. Georgia drops to her knees to say hello to him, and makes a face when she sees that what he's chewing on is half a bird. Oh well, a wild Scotsman (Scotscat?) like Angus must be free and unfettered by the laws of man.

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally drops to her knees beside Georgia, and also makes a face.

"Oh, the poor bird. I guess that's nature for you, though." As much as he's being totally disgusting, Angus is definitely a cute cat. "Can I, um, pet him? Or will he totally tear my hand off?"

[georgianosity]

"We simply cannot know such things. Hold your hand out and see if he comes over."

[tallyyoungblood]

"Um, not reassuring," Tally says, but she does it anyway, sticking her hand out and trying to hold still and look nonthreatening.

[georgianosity]

Angus gives Tally an inscrutable half-lidded look, regarding her for a long moment. Then he trots up to her, drops the half-eaten bird on the floor and ambles away.

"Oh, he likes you!" Georgia enthuses.

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally starts laughing. "Oh, well, that's a relief! I totally don't want to end up like this guy." She nudges the bird with her foot, which is totally a mistake.

[georgianosity]

Angus is not really any less likely to savage someone he likes, but Georgia won't mention that. "We should clean this up, I guess."

[tallyyoungblood]

"Ew," Tally complains. "I guess we should." She hasn't really had to deal with a dead animal since the Smoke, and there it was a much more... farm-y affair. "Does he make you deal with this all the time?"

[georgianosity]

"Sometimes, but he's in competition with Gordy and Libby for 'most disgusting items left in Georgia's room.' This place is a dream, really, in comparison." She goes over to the wardrobe to encourage the mansion to produce some kitchen roll.

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally laughs, though it makes her a little sad to think that she never had a sibling, and that Georgia can't see Libby any more. "Maybe we should bury the bird. That way the nutrients go into the soil and stuff."

[georgianosity]

"Ooh, good idea, very ecological." Having failed to find kitchen roll, Georgia instead grabs a pink satin scarf shot through with silver tinsel. As someone used to dealing with all the disgustosity of life (and a very kind and generous person), she picks up the bird with a scarf-covered hand and wraps it up. "In the garden, maybe? For the plants."

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally nods and wills the mansion to give them a trowel, too. "In case it's hard to dig," she says.