Fandom High Security Center, Thursday

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"Oh God, what fresh hell is this?"

You'd think Bo was watching the security feeds, given, you know, Fandom, but no. She'd just logged into her NotaBlog account. Shellac Error, refresh, Top Coat Error, refresh, Out of Cheese Error, refre-- SURPRISE! Whole new site design!

"What. The. Frak."

Sure, she only used the thing to follow the Angelica Demesnes anonmeme anymore, but seriously? Where were the shortcuts? Where was the header? Why was there a goat in a gimp suit on the sidebar? Despite every instinct in the world screaming at her not to click...

Baaa-aaaaa-aaahhhh!!

"Oh, that's just wrong. Why would you do that?"

So yeah, anyone passing by probably still thought she was watching the security feeds. Because Fandom.

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Vic blinked a few times as she tried to process that.

"Well... Okay," she said after a long pause. "Keep in mind... still skeptical here but between zombies, mist girls and flying jalapeno peppers that's kind of hard to argue against."

She groaned and rubbed her head. "I'm going to kill Walt. Kill him."

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"Your travel agent?" Bo guessed with a 90% chance of being wrong.

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She let out a snort of laughter. "My boss. This is his idea of protecting me."

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Bo glanced at the screen, paused on a close-up of a fireball-spitting vegetable, and appreciated the irony of what she was about to say. "That's not necessarily a bad plan? I mean, it depends what you need protection from."