A/N: Hello once more. Here I am updating. It took awhile because my internet wasn't working. Curse you internet!
Eponine: Kat!
Kat: What?
Eponine: Why can't I play Janet?
Kat: A: You don't look the part. B: You can't sing the part. C: You'd spend the entire time flirting with Marius.
Eponine: So?
Kat: So...it would make the entire production more than a little bit awkward.
Eponine: Fine. Well can I at least sing Science Fiction Double Feature?
Kat: Why?
Eponine: It's my song.
Kat: Since when?
Eponine: Since I said so.
Kat: That's a stupid comeback.
Eponine: I don't care. Can I?
Kat: No. I am.
Eponine: Why you?
Kat: Well, we wanted to get Richard O'Brien to do it, but I still can't violate my restraining order, so that makes it kind of hard.
Eponine: Who's we?
Kat: Me.
Eponine: Why say 'we'?
Kat: It makes me sound important.
Eponine: It makes you sound stupid.
Kat: That's what you think.
Eponine: Yes it is. (Begins to leave, but then remembers something and turns around.) You can take your show and stick it up your ass.
(Cosette overhears.)
Cosette: (To Kat) How dare you make this unfortunate young thing use such foul language?
Kat: Me? I didn't force anyone to do anything. (Pause) Yet.
Cosette: You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You are a very sinful person.
Kat: (flirtatiously) You have no idea.
(Cosette's face adapts a look of pure horror. She escapes.)
Eponine: What the hell was that for?
Kat: Do you think I would dote on that bubbly, happy, creepy, girl without some point and purpose? I would not have touched her with my hand...
Eponine: What?
Kat: Medea.
Eponine: What's that?
Kat: A Greek tragedy. Those silly Greeks.
Eponine: Indeed. I'm still not doing the show.
Kat: (Gets an idea. Gasp!) Will you at least look at the costume and set designs before you make your final decision?
Eponine: Fine.
( Kat leads Eponine to a room full of costume and set design sketches.)
Eponine: I can't wait to start.
(She bounds away.)
Kat: (chortles.) And my mother said I wouldn't learn anything by listening to the commentary.
Javert: (Enraged): KAT!
Kat: Oh shit. Yes Javert?
Javert: (Thrusts his costume sketch into Kat's face.) Look at this.
Kat: I see it.
Javert: How could you let someone draw this? This must be some cruel, sick joke! You can't expect me to wear this. I'd look like a common whore.
Kat: I drew it. In this world I have artistic talents. I do, and you will. And, that's the point.
Javert: What's the point?
Kat: You looking like a whore.
Javert: But why? Why would someone actually degrade themselves like this?
Kat: For fun.
Javert: This isn't my idea of fun. This is terrible. This is lawless. I don't understand.
Kat: You better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone, oh the time's they are a-changin'.
Javert: That's improper grammar.
Kat: Listen, Javvy, darling-
Javert: I draw the line at terms of endearment.
Kat: Listen the fuck up, you old son of a bitch.
Javert: Yes?
Kat: (Kat is having trouble explaining this to Javert.) Some modern people enjoy this sort of thing.
Javert: Like who?
Kat.: Well...there's me.
Javert: Who else?
Kat: I have a few friends who do.
Javert: A few?
Kat: Yeah. But there's tons of us on the internet.
Javert: I'm not going to do this.
Kat: Yes you are.
Javert: You can't make me.
Kat: Do you by any chance remember my Christmas party.
Javert: Up until I got some punch.
Kat: (grins) Would you like these to hit the streets. (Shows some photos to Javert.)
Javert: Is that me?
Kat: Yup.
Javert: And that's...oh, I'm going to be sick.
Kat: So. How do you feel about doing this?
Javert: This is blackmail.
Kat: (chuckles) It sure is.
Javert: I really hate you. You know that?
Kat: I do indeed.
A/N: Now that the Mizzies have aired their grievances, we'll start preforming next chapter.
