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Tuesday February 28th || Assistant's Lounge

Phoebe opens up the lounge in a very good mood... even if she is trying to write a mid-term for a class to take on Thursday.

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She's still coming back from the discussion about what's on the other side after death and it's making her see her premonition again. She swallows, staring at the table as she listens to Kiki.

She looks up when Kiki mentions punishments and Phoebe's eyes seem to brighten with the karmic retribution idea. "I agree that there is something to that idea."

Kiki looks puzzled. "Ehr...yes, I mean, it is a sort of founding tenet in most magical systems and religions," she says slowly, "But it sounds like that's not quite what you're getting at."

"I just find it interesting that the punishments that fit the crimes... don't always have to be cruel or dangerous..."

"I...suppose not," Kiki answers, still bemused. "Do you have some crime you want to punish?"

Phoebe raises an eyebrow, hoping Kiki picks up on what she's thinking.

"Perhaps... and mirrors are such a lovely way to require retribution..."

Kiki's jaw drops. "You... you want to punish Mr. Crowley," she cries, agape. She pauses, considering. "You know... there's something to that idea," Kiki nods. "He did take our knickers, after all..."

A downright wicked spark begins to twinkle in Kiki's eyes.

Phoebe nods slowly as a matching spark starts taking root in her eyes, as well.

"Nighties of sinful slinkiness without underwear... I think that deserves some form of karmic retribution delivered by two witches who are such good students in Geoff's class..."

Bel looked up sharply at Kiki's outburst.

"We have to be creative," Phoebe nods. "What he did doesn't justify any sort of violence, not that we could anyway. But something that measures up to the embarrassment we suffered."

Kiki is nodding. "Right... right..." She nibbles on her knuckle a moment and then starts to snicker.

"Paisley."

"Paisley?"

"Paisley," Kiki repeats firmly, with a decisive nod. "A while ago, I was talking with Mr. Crowley, and he absolutely shuddered at the thought ot paisley. We turn his entire wardrobe to paisley print. And really horrible colors! Pastels and violets and lime greens. And each time he turns them black, they just go back to paisley again. For a whole day. Maybe a week? Sometime when he'll be out in public."

Phoebe's jaw drops and then she grins.

"Kiki, I think that would indeed be the most perfect retribution on him for the black satin.." Phoebe is looking positively impish.

Cole rolled his eyes.

"The annual Sunday townie picnic?" she suggests. "Out in public... lots of people... several places for us to blend in."

"Ooh, very good," Kiki nods, getting more excited about the trick. "I'm going to have to dig through my spellbooks tonight - doing the transmutation would be easy, it's the making it stick part that's tricky. Especially over his own powers."

Phoebe nods. "I have some notes on spells that I found when I was researching seduct --- things that I was convinced that a witch with grace would never attempt to do as it was wicked." She swallows, and then raises an eyebrow. "I know we can find something to make this work."

Kiki, cupping her fingers over lips dissolves into giggles. "Oh, this is wicked! But justified."

Phoebe is giggling as well. "Completely justified and not in the least bit dangerous!"

"Dangerous? Ohh, not at all!" Kiki laughs.

Phoebe falls back against the chair giggling. "We make a dangerous team."

"Woe and beware to all in our path," Kiki gasps, nearly crying now.

Phoebe is giggling so much that she has tears in her eyes and she almost tumbles out of her chair. ""For we bring upon you the Plague of Paisley."

Kiki's completely lost it now. "And if you really peeve us off, you are struck with the Color Clash Curse!"

"And after that we will follow up with the dread Curse of the Combative Fabrics! We will blend polyester and wool just to mess with you. We'll put you in leather pants and a lycra halter top."

Phoebe does fall out of her chair and hits her head. She'll have a massive headache later, but right now she is laughing too hard to care.

"Ow," she says before dissolving into giggles again.

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