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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Mar 7, 2013 0:16:13 GMT -5
It had been a long time since Caitlyn had seen that movie, so she didn't go on, just nodded in agreement, copying the solemn look on Nell's face. "Gretchen is definitely not as bad." She didn't think either of them were Regina George, though. They weren't nearly crazy enough for that! "Woah. That's impressive!" she said, blinking a little bit in sheer surprise. Some people were, apparently, really talented when they had alcohol in their systems. "I'm surprised he even noticed if he was so drunk, actually." Caitlyn was fairly certain that she was not one of those more talented drunks, but then again, she'd yet to try to play around with too many things when intoxicated. Besides that, it wasn't like she had either the time or money to spend on alcohol, anyway.
Knowing her friend was just kidding, she smiled. "It's an uphill battle, but you can do it!" she said, putting a hand on her heart as if feeling sentimental that Nell wanted to actually accept her and what-not. Hey, what were friends for, really? "I hope you can, anyway. For me?" This might have been a pretty depressing conversation if it were at all serious, but luckily it wasn't. "Nell," she said gravely, "I think you might be a lost cause with this studying thing. But it's okay. Because studying is really boring." She didn't like studying -- she just worried far too much if she didn't get it done, and she did need to do it, so she did. Cait had that kind of self-discipline.
This sitcom was now playing out very nicely in her mind too, and she grinned. "Dunno, but it needs to have a saxophone. Because everything in the 80s needed a sax." Plus, it would kind of fit because they both played, and now this was getting way too real for her to know what was happening. Their TV show would, most likely, still be extremely boring. "And hm... Sitcom names are important, y'know. But all the good ideas have been taken! Like, it's not like we can just call it 'I Love Nelly'," she said, teasing a little bit, smiling. This was even notwithstanding the fact that Nelly would probably make people think of the singer, too, and neither of them were anything like Nelly. Plus... that was totally not even the correct decade, she realized after a second. "Or like, 'The Dale and Sommerlot Show'. You know, instead of Cosby. That was from the eighties!" She remembered to use her friend's new last name instead of Shepherd; months later, it was still weird just because she'd been used to the maiden name.
As far as Cait had ever heard in her life, there had been no instances of kids having rabies, so she wasn't sure, but the thought was actually quite frightening if that were the case. "Then we pray they don't bite us," she said in a notoriously loud whisper, hoping that there were no parents nearby who would take offense or something. It didn't seem to be the case; even if there were parents around the place, they probably weren't venturing into the ball pit themselves. Actually, looking around, she realized they were the only adults in there, so far as she could tell -- of course, a good deal of the teenagers towered above both of them, but she was used to the height disparity. "Hey, clowning is a hot profession!" she said, laughing. "Can't go into it with just any name!" Most of them probably chose new, more clown-like names anyway, but that wasn't important.
She clapped her hands together in applause when Nell succeeded in juggling all of them at once. "Good job!" She stared in some slight awe. That took some serious talent. "Wow, like oranges and pineapples and stuff?" she asked, trying to think of fruits that would come up frequently in drinks; not being a bartender herself, she had no idea, to be perfectly honest. "Wait, maybe not pineapples," she added, realizing with a quiet laugh that juggling pineapples, or attempting to, would probably be highly dangerous. "I think it'd be fun, yeah! And you'd probably be good at it!" She smiled, nodding her encouragement. Would Nell be good at it? She imagined so, yes, and she would probably enjoy it too, since it seemed to Caitlyn that Nell enjoyed most everything she did. Whether it was a good idea for life was another story, but hey, she would be supportive of any of her friends' decisions. It did seem like a bit of a random use of her degree, but that was the way things were going with any study in college. "Oh, could you?! I want to learn!" she said excitedly, nodding a few times to show her enthusiasm. Cait picked up two balls and twisted them around in her hands absently, not quite wanting to make a fool of herself by going ahead and trying yet, but maybe it wasn't as hard as it looked... or maybe it was. She had never before tried.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 12, 2013 1:58:15 GMT -5
While studying may not have been the bane of Nell existence, she knew when she had enough of it for a day...or a week. Things that had to do with education enthralled her, and she liked finding new ways to help her remember things. Usually she penned her notes in little comics or pictures. Visual learning had its appeal. But at this point, she made an act of forgetting what learning even meant. "Now I know what boring is, and it is a banned vocabulary word. Illegal. No, taboo!" She lifted up a finger with her proclamation. Such words would forever be banned. In truth, Nell rarely ever got bored. It was something she was afraid of, actually, not doing anything though she envied people who could be comfortable with sitting around. Sometimes she wished she could do that!
A sage nod, and Nell felt as though truer words have never been spoken about the sax. "Everyone knows the soundtrack for that decade was Careless Whisper." No one could even consider contesting that, of course. Nell grinned when she mentioned a possible title that had been unfortunately snatched away from them. "You would give me the title? You're so nice!" Maybe an homage to I Love Lucy wouldn't be so bad. She really did love it, actually watched it when she could as a child. Lucille owed her name to Lucille Ball, as a matter of fact. However, she really did like the sound of the latter. "But we can both wear sweaters and eat puddin' pops. Why can't life be like sitcoms?" Who didn't like Cosby sweaters? In any case, with a title like that she had an image of a Dick Van Dyke style theme, both of them just tripping all around the place. Unfortunately, that was not so eighties.
Laughter came bubbling up with Cait's question of whether pineapples had been used. "Maybe sliced pineapples? You think that would be good?" It would still probably hurt. And bananas were definitely not good juggling produce. Or tomatoes -- they were for throwing at the juggler. As someone who spent a lot of her time tutoring people, it was nice to hear that a friend thought she'd be good at it. Someone who also did some teaching, herself. It meant a lot to her, as a mater of fact. "If I learn how to tell jokes while juggling, I can be your hot clown." She paused, thinking for a moment. "Four fonts walk into a bar. The bartender says 'Hey get out! We don't want your type in here!'." Nell made a rimshot sound. As if they didn't already have enough chemistry puns, she had to throw some bar related jokes in. When Cait picked up the balls, Nell told her, "Okay, yeah, two balls are great! First, toss one ball into the air and once it reaches the top toss the other one over. Like so..." Nell took two balls and demonstrated, passing them over. The thing to be most concerned about was balancing when it came to three balls.
Picking another up, she put it in her right hand. "Okay, so now put two in your right hand and throw one up first. When that one reaches the top, throw the one in your left hand up. The tricky part! When ball two is at the highest, you need to catch the first one in your left hand and throw the other in your right hand at the same time." She demonstrated just one pass. The simple act of it actually felt hard, now that she actually knew how to do it, so much so that she almost messed up. But she caught both balls and said, "One time I did this I played with beanbags and knocked over a vase, so...yeah. Don't be discouraged." She laughed after saying this. It had definitely been the classic vase-breaking scenario, except she had no parents to scold her. Thinking back on it, she definitely did not miss the days when she lived alone in her apartment.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Mar 14, 2013 22:57:09 GMT -5
For some reason the word "taboo" made her laugh a lot this time when Nell said it, and she just shook her head, trying to stop her giggles. "Yes ma'am," she agreed, biting her lip and nodding a few times to show that she understood. No talking about studying, got it. It would be hard, probably, because Cait really was worried about exams, but she knew that Nell was right and she would probably feel better afterwards if she did what the girl asked. It would be better for her mental health. "Any other taboo words I should know about?" She smiled a little.
She liked the sax, clearly -- her instrument of choice, much more than the piano was, unfortunately for her job teaching it and all -- but the eighties were totally way all over the saxophone. Caitlyn listened to a lot of jazz, actually, but she was pretty sure even she wouldn't be able to stomach so much sax all in one decade. It was a good thing she hadn't actually, well, been born. "Gotta love Careless Whisper. Not a real saxophonist if you can't play it, right?" she joked, grinning. It was one of those things that made her That Band Kid, but, like many saxophonists, she did in fact know how to play Careless Whisper by memory. "Of course I'd give you the title!" She hadn't even thought about it, really, but Nell deserved to be the title character much more than she did. "And gotta love puddin' pops. I dunno about your life, but mine is kind of like a sitcom sometimes. Except with a lot more work and less hanging out and making corny jokes," she said. "...So I guess not really like a sitcom at all." She did have some of those ridiculous sitcom moments, though, and a really douchey neighbour who could be the asshole of the show.
Caitlyn just laughed and nodded. "Maybe, but there'd be juice everywhere," she pointed out, wrinkling her nose a little. Apples and oranges were probably good, and about the right shape too, but Cait couldn't juggle. She actually had no idea if the shape made a difference or not. "Oh, do it!" she encouraged, laughing. "I can't think of anyone better to be my hot clown." Unfortunately she couldn't date Nell, but that was okay. Being best friends with a hot clown was still pretty darn good, if she could say these things with any semblance of seriousness (but she couldn't, really). She listened to the joke and then laughed, probably a little harder than she should have at that kind of joke. She was in a good mood, really, feeling lighter than usual. Nell had done a good thing in dragging her out here. "Too good," she said, still giggling a little bit and shaking her head at the ridiculousness of the situation. "Oh! I have one! E-flat walks into a bar... The bartender says, 'Sorry, we don't serve minors.'" Most of her repertoire was music jokes, funnily enough, but she was always looking to expand it further. It wasn't hard, when she was friends with Nell. At least she knew, since Nell did play an instrument, that the joke wasn't likely to just go way over her head.
She watched first and then did as her friend instructed, tossing the balls and trying to relax so that the movement wouldn't be overly jerky. It wasn't as difficult as she'd have thought, to be honest, though that was only with two. She may also have dropped them once or twice -- shhh. "Like this?" she asked, stopping to allow Nell to continue. Three balls?! Oh man. She watched with wide eyes, a little bit confused by the process. Clowning was, clearly, something that would not come naturally to her. "I think I might have to give up my dream of dropping out of school and becoming a clown with my hot clown boyfriend," she said, sighing wistfully, but then she recovered, picking up a third ball. "Okay, let's see..." Biting her lip in concentration, she threw up the balls, dropping them the first few times she tried, but by the fifth or sixth, she managed to get it for a couple of seconds. "Oh, hey! That's not so bad, actually," she said after she messed up again, but she was grinning now. "I mean... still pretty hard, but not as bad as I thought." She huffed a little when she messed up immediately upon trying it again, but then she dropped the balls. She would work on this later, maybe when she wasn't waist-deep in plastic balls and there weren't kids swimming around that she could possibly injure with her flailing arms "Was it an expensive vase?" she asked, cringing a little in sympathy. That couldn't have been fun.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 21, 2013 22:55:47 GMT -5
Nell gave her friend the gun and the wink, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Mention of the word taboo made her want to play the game Taboo with Cait, though she didn't think this would be the best place to do it. "Work, sad, and Beetlejuice, just to be on the safe side." Because if you didn't keep count, who knew what would happen? Though Nell was pretty serious about the former; when they had free time to goof off, work shouldn't be on the mind, right? Of course not!
Nell only played a little sax, never having time to practice. It felt kind of depressing, but she knew that she and Cait chose to focus their energies on different things. Cait had the ability to stretch herself so far, and Nell admired her ability in everything she put her mind too. "Hey...that means you need to teach me the ways of 80's sax." She liked to know a little bit of everything, after all, and her knowledge of sax only went as far as going off paper. But Cait was the nicest person she knew, it wouldn't be surprising if she agreed. Then it could really be like a sitcom, knowing how much she would be screwing up (if not to the sound of a laugh track). "I want to switch places with you. Like Freaky Friday. Except we're not mother and daughter, but you know, we could definitely be siblings. At heart? Nell believed it was possible; she would be happy to be Cait's sibling, even though she was too shy to admit she already thought of the girl that way.
If Cait hadn't laughed so hard, Nell might have been able to maintain her balance and kept up with juggling but she just couldn't take it as she laughed to and tried to keep up at the same time. "No, no, no, ahh!" She said as the balls fell, and she caught only one. "Joke was too funny." Nell shook her head. It was only worse when Cait told her own and she clapped a hand over her own mouth to stop the ugly burst of laughter that threatened to pass her lips. How come the worst jokes were always the funniest? She had no idea, but Cait was on a roll right then.
Nell nodded her head at her friend for encouragement, saying, "Yeah, yeah." Two balls could still be considered juggling, and it was the easiest part. Three balls was kicking it up a notch; hopefully not too much for Cait. She giggled. "Or attend Clown U." Was there a clown school? There should have been; this stuff was really hard. Patient as Cait made her attempts, she tried to be encouraging and not the type of friend that went "aww, you suck" whenever a ball fell. Her eyes lit up. "See, and with enough practice you can attract hot clowns of your own!" Wolves howled to each other, cats meowed, clowns juggled at each other. "Maybe you can learn to ride a unicycle." Another key factor in clown culture, she believed. She wondered if Cait knew how to ride a bike, because if so it would be up to her to do the clowning; Nell didn't think she was at all prepared for a unicycle when she had only recently learned to ride a regular bike.
Nell shook her head, smiling as she picked up more balls. "I don't think I own anything more expensive than....sixty bucks?" Especially back then. The most expensive things she owned now were the rings on her fingers. And her sewing machine was pretty expensive. "I mean, even though those infomercials can add up. Did you know they have this hose that shrivels up and you can carry it everywhere and it's really cool" One of her unfortunate weaknesses was infomercials, even though Josh had tried to steer her away from ordering from them before. She couldn't help it, she was a sucker for deals that said only $19.99.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Mar 27, 2013 20:22:25 GMT -5
She hadn't seen too many movies but Beetlejuice was just a classic, and she nodded her agreement. "And 'Bloody Mary', in case the lights go out. Can't take a risk like that," she added to the list. This was silly but she did always appreciate Nell's ability to just... let things go, without worrying about them. Cait definitely worried a healthy amount for both of them.
Cait grinned. "Of course!" she agreed, always willing to share the wonders of eighties-style saxophones. They had been the instrument of that decade, for sure, and it was disappointing that they were somewhat less popular now. Well, then again, synthesizer was taking everything over anyway. "We'll start with 'Careless Whisper'. And then we can move onto 'Who Can It Be Now' because that was definitely second best," she said, grinning. That sax line was also a hugely popular one, she was pretty sure, though nothing on the other one. Nothing could compare. "Hey, switching places could be fun!" she said, laughing, though she was pretty sure she could never allow anyone else to take over her life, because again, she worried. "But one of us better not make Chad Michael Murray fall in love with us, because I don't think that went too great in the movie." Well, there were other reasons behind that, anyway.
Caitlyn felt a little bad that she kind of made Nell drop the balls, but hey, the joke was funny and she couldn't help it; everything was hilarious when she had been doing work and what-not for so long. It felt good to laugh. "It's all the joke's fault!" she proclaimed, shaking her head at it as if severely disappointed. If anything, it was Nell's fault for being way too funny. "You need to practice juggling and telling funny jokes at the same time if you want to be a hot clown, you know," she pointed out, smiling. Hey, even being an attractive clown apparently required lots of extra training and what-not. Caitlyn wouldn't be cut out for it, probably, but mostly because she had so many other things she wanted to do with her life. Clowning was unfortunately not a priority. "I don't know, I hear Clown U is pretty tough," she said, trying for seirousness and smiling instead. There were clown schools, she was pretty sure, but not a university... that she knew of. She had never looked into it.
Actually, it wouldn't be so bad if she were able to really attract hot clowns that way, but she doubted they had a legitimate mating call like that at all. "D'you think so? Do you think they have online dating for clowns? Because then I just need to learn to juggle and then I can definitely register!" she said, grinning. "It seems really hard, though..." She frowned. Then again, riding a bike was difficult at first too, so maybe a unicycle wouldn't be that bad with some practice. Then again, probably not. It still looked really difficult. "Can't I just buy one of those tiny clown cars and call it a day?" That was probably more expensive but much less time intensive, if she could only find someone who sold clown cars. Did people do that? She didn't think it was a thing.
"Cell phone, even?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Phones generally cost a pretty hefty amount. It somehow surprised her to hear that Nell didn't really own expensive things, but mostly because Josh's money -- and his own material possessions -- were no secret. Then again, Cait thought it something to be admired. She giggled as Nell talked about this shrivelling hose. "Oh, kind of like those fold-up laundry baskets!" She didn't own one, but she also couldn't see the point of the fold-up laundry basket. She supposed it might make moving a bit easier. "But please don't tell me you bought the Shamwow."
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Apr 4, 2013 21:24:01 GMT -5
Nell didn't think she could be a very good authority on the eighties. Mostly because she couldn't consider herself an authority on anything save for origami and eating. But at Cait's request, she figured that she could find it in herself to do anything. "Key thing to remember. You must wear a leisure suit." If eighties movies taught her anything, it had to be the importance of the leisure suit. "That...that was an interesting movie," she said, recalling it in her head. Didn't Chad Michael Murray fall in love with the mom when she was the daughter or...something? Nell didn't know and she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to remember.
Blaming it on the joke? That was so rude. "Jokes don't kill people, Cait's with jokes kill people," Nell said, starting off matter-of-factly before she fell off track. In any case, she needed to kick up her own joke game. She wasn't especially proficient. "But I got the hot part down, huh?" she said, joking easily about that kind of thing. It was something, years ago, she wouldn't even have the guts to talk about. Giving herself a compliment? No way. Though she had said it as a joke, Nell did wonder whether or not Clown U was a thing since she had heard it mentioned before.
Hot clowns were such a thing now that Nell did not even question the existence of them in conversation. They simply happened, and that was the joy of hot clowns. "Clown Connection dot com," she said, rolling her eyes up as she thought. Never had she paid much attention to the world of internet dating, so she hadn't a clue about it. "How do those things even work?" Did she want to know. She hadn't had any desire to go near those things, not only because she had started going out with Josh before she even really used the internet, but because he warned her away from many things on the internet. When Cait asked if she could simply by a car, Nell scrunched her eyebrows together in thought. "I don't think that's gonna cut it. Clown's work hard for the money." Especially hot clowns. Then again, Nell really did acknowledge that clowns were really hardworking people. And talented, too! Unfortunately way too many people were afraid of them.
Nell had always lived humbly, not knowing any other way. Of course, her husband's spending tendencies frightened her. Especially since he had a sunglass collection and she really couldn't fathom why. "Free with my plan!" she said with a nod. She liked it now when she didn't have to be buying a new phone everyone now and then, since she had stopped asking Josh to dispose of them. Nell gasped at her friend's words. "I never saw those." Shame on Cait, introducing her to something new and potentially dangerous to her paychecks. "Yes I did!" she said enthusiastically about the Shamwow, moving her hands around the balls. "But it didn't work that well and I was very disappointed." That's how it happened sometimes, though she wouldn't lie, she had gotten some very good things from infomercials.
After spending a little more time around the fun time, Nell checked her phone for the time. "Ooh, we should probably go soon," she said, sounding a little bit disappointed. She loved this place, it brought out her inner child. "Gotta show you my stunts." She laughed a little bit. Of course, only if Cait was still up for that!
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Apr 11, 2013 18:32:46 GMT -5
Leisure suits were not particularly attractive articles of clothing, and Caitlyn wrinkled her nose. "In a tacky orange colour too, right?" She figured that would be the case. It wouldn't surprise her even a little bit, honestly. Cait was no authority on the eighties either, however -- she obviously hadn't yet been born at the time, and now that the references popped up all over the place in pop cultuer... well, she never paid attention to pop culture. The most she knew was Careless Whisper and a few sitcoms. "Heyyy..." She was smiling a little, however. "Nells with jokes are much more dangerous than Caits with jokes." Nell's jokes were lethal, even, though that sentence could be interpreted in many ways. Caitlyn only meant it in the best way -- Nell was one of her best friends in the world. She wouldn't have the girl any other way. "You do! Now just the clown part left." Nell was very pretty. The clown thing, however, was a different story.
As incredible as Clownconnection.com probably would be, she didn't imagine she would be visiting anytime soon, and Caitlyn just laughed. "I'll make sure to add it to my bookmarks! But I don't think I'll be allowed on until I'm a clown too." She was careful to use the word "until" instead of "unless" -- it was a dream that had to happen now. She wondered if one could become an officially certified clown but she doubted it -- there were so many strange things that could go wrong with this. "No idea, actually." She had never wanted to use an online dating site, and she had never been bored enough to fill out a profile for fun. "I think you just answer a bunch of their questions and stuff, and then they match you up with someone who fits." That seemed like a logical way to do it, but she wondered what some of the questions might be. "I'll... I'll try my best!" She tried to look determined but she probably just looked very confused.
Plans like that were nice, and Cait smiled and nodded. "Hm... what about your sax?" She knew from experience that musical instruments were definitely very, very expensive. It was the kind of thing that would make her cringe, but fortunately she had never had to purchase the actual instruments for herself; her parents had been very supportive of her musical endeavours when she was younger. Nowadays she had it all and didn't need to buy it, but she was glad for that because they really were expensive. "They're cool! I don't know if they're on TV..." She shrugged a little. "If I ever find one I'll show you!" They did look like they made laundry very easy. "Oh..." She wasn't sure why it surprised her that the Shamwow was ineffective, because it probably should have been obvious. "That sucks. Not absorbent at all?" It was extremely disappointing, in fact.
If Nell sounded disappointed, Caitlyn probably looked much more like it. "Oh... Yeah, I guess so!" She wasn't going to mope about it, of course -- there was no use in wasting her time and Nell's just moping around in the ball pit when they could be doing other things. She knew that she had to get back to studying eventually, but she didn't say this because her friend had made it taboo to do so. "Stunts, eh? Well... as long as we're safe!" She grinned, though it was a little uncertainly. She linked arms with Nell and climbed out of the ball pit together, nearly tripping over a small child that popped out of nowhere as she went. "Ready to go?"
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Apr 17, 2013 20:56:10 GMT -5
Nell nodded her head at the comment of the leisure suit. Did they come in any other color? "With a toothpick." For that loan shark, feel. But she didn't think Cait would look all that great with slicked back hair. She didn't think many people did. At her friend's next words, she did her best 'blue steel'. "I guess I have a...killing joke." All she needed were a pair of shades and The Who background music, and she would be set. References to 80's bands, as well? She had this in the bag.
The fact that Cait would have to be a clown made Nell think that really, a lot of people must have lied on those dating sites. She just hoped they didn't, letting her naive shell encase her in that belief. Though what the other girl said did make sense. "Wooww," she said, clearly impressed. "Technology." Thinking along the train of thought, she definitely would not have been matched up with her husband. That was pretty funny. In any case, she really believed that if Cait practiced enough she would be a pro juggler in a snap. It was pretty hard, but anything could be overcome with dedication! Sometimes she was a walking, talking motivational poster.
Nell blinked at her question. Her sax? Now how much had that been? "Oh!" she said, suddenly remembering. "Wow I didn't actually think of that because I paid it off in installments." But what it was worth is what mattered. She supposed she should count gifts, as well. She had gotten some pretty expensive ones over the year, which served to fluster her and make her shove it back into the arms of the gift giver. The Shamwow had not been a gift, but she definitely wished it was. "It's the opposite of absorbent. ...Unobsorbent?" said the ex-English major. In any case, it was just not what it had been advertised to do and that was the first time Nell had ever been let down by commercialized products.
She could have gone on about just how safe the would be. Airbags in the doors. An e-brake that actually worked, instead of just serving its purpose as a "make the car smell funny lever." And as long as it was a wide-open space, there wouldn't be any danger. "Safe as a spongy room!" And quite literally, as well. Nell had some nice upholstery, and she got her shoes back on as quickly as possible, still with as much energy as she had in the first place.
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