After breakfast this morning, Rebecca and Trisha wanted to go check out the rest of Midland. It’s not a very large city. New York is gargantuan compared to this place. But that’s beside the point. I gathered up all my photon friends, and together we all happily bounced out of the diner. We called information and got a taxi to come pick us out in the middle of nowhere, and it cost us an arm and a leg to get into town. The two of them heard that there was a Betsey Johnson boutique somewhere in Midland that they wanted to take a gander at.
I thought it was interesting that there was a Betsey Johnson boutique in Texas, let alone in Midland. It’s not exactly an apex of cultural…yeah, exactly. I know that she used to own a few boutiques in New York, but they came WAY before my time.
We found the boutique. They had some new designs and some older designs. Trisha wanted me to try on a pink tutu. WHAT. I just ate like twelve waffles and you want me to wear that? I wouldn’t be caught dead in a tutu. So I distracted her with flashing glittery lights. Trisha is easily distracted by flashy, shiny objects. That’s why she’s not allowed to wear any jewelry on stage. She’ll forget her lines the second she sees something shiny. I blame it on her being a blonde. The two of them tried on a few outfits. I was more than content to look around but not put anything on. Silver miniskirts — okay, maybe I’d wear one of those if I had the right pair of colored tites. I like bright colors.
Every time one of them came out of the dressing room, they’d have me change the lighting in front of the mirror to make them look less fat. Oh, please. If anyone has to worry about looking fat here, it’s me. And white light is so boring. At least I know how to change the vibrations of photons enough to change their colors. But I think the strobe light effect I was creating for one of Trisha’s outfits may have been a bit much since one of the salespeople started shaking and convulsing on the floor. Oops. Phear my strobolitic powers! I can make you have seizures!
After a few hours of the two of them trying on every outfit that the boutique had to offer, we called up another cab and had it drive us back to the motel.
Ty kept bothering me when the desklamp died in his room. He needed to go over a few blocking issues in the script and kept calling me over to be a nightlight. Or a booklight. Or just a general source of luminescent inspiration. Ever get the feeling that people are just using you for something? Yeeeah.
~Lana
Light bending powers, yo? That seems like something I could use. Er, I mean study. That’d be DA BOMB!
– Hank
Maybe next Ty bothers you about the desklamp, You could shock him.
Light bending powers, yo? That seems like something I could use. Er, I mean study. That’d be DA BOMB!
I’ll teach you how to use them if you make me a pretty dress. With sequins and leather. I want something I can wear when I marry Mohinder!
Maybe next Ty bothers you about the desklamp, You could shock him.
Great idea! Hmmm. Plasma energy sparks. Those sound pretty…
~Lana
Hey, there is nothing wrong with taking advance of your power.
I wouldn’t take advantage of my power. I’d take advantage of Mohinder with my power. There’s a difference.
~Lana
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Speaking of taking advantage, I gotta pick me some winning lottery numbers. I’d have bet on the Colts for the Super bowl but bookies are way too risky. Course the fact that, after I saw the Pats were gonna get beaten, I stopped reading for football would have put the kibosh on that.