33 Apocalypse Ave, what do you mean it's Friday morning again?

[existencemisspent]

Eliot stood in the kitchen window, watching the marshmallow snow and enjoying a hot cup of coffee. And a sense of nearly overwhelming deja vu.

"Seriously," he muttered. "I thought these things were meant to change every day."

The oven timer dinged. Eliot frowned at it, then looked over at the stairs.

"Really, Bambi? Leftover pizza for breakfast two days in a row?"

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[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo opened up the oven door. “Friday, you dick. Sit down, I’ll get you the hangover cure.”

[existencemisspent]

Eliot set his coffee down with a long sigh.

"I'm in the world's stupidest timeloop."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“What?” Margo retreated from the oven with her plate. “. . . fuck, tell me we haven’t been Chatwinned again.”

[existencemisspent]

"I don't think so," Eliot mused. "Jane's work was much more subtle. I'd guess this was a Fandom deal."

But why the hell was he awake in it?

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“And why the fuck do I think it’s Friday and you don’t?” Margo asked. “. . . no, don’t answer that, I need a bite to eat.”

[existencemisspent]

"Because Fandom hates me," Eliot guessed. "Nothing even exciting happened yesterday. Today. Whichever."