Interlude – Stay At Home PR Manager/GF

Interlude – Stay At Home PR Manager/GF

“Wow, there are a lot of haters out there,” Lucy said. She shifted, reaching down to rub at her calf where it was a little itchy.

The motion caught the eye of the other person in the room who looked, then immediately snapped her attention away. “Are they saying anything about Delilah?”

Lucy grinned. It was just her and Franny in her and Cat’s bedroom. Fortunately the room was massive, and they’d snuck a couch in next to the kid’s pool in the corner with a good view of a big-screen TV Lucy had acquired with her discretionary funds.

Those funds came from her efforts to fundraise and raise money for the Burlington branch of the Kittens, who were actually doing very well. She was slowly allowing the group to expand into New Montreal. That meant appointing managers–of a sort–and arranging both online and IRL meetups and discussion groups. It was fun busy work, and it was giving her a pretty nice chest of spending money.

A lot of corporations were willing to throw money at the cause. Lucy suspected that it was because they thought it would get them in Catherine’s good graces. She accepted the money and promptly forgot everything about those giving it to her. Morons.

“You wanna see if people are talking shit about your girl too?” Lucy asked.

Franny frowned. “No,” she lied.

Lucy smiled, all teeth. Their nun friends might have had a posh education in their little nun-house, but they lacked some vital skills, like how to lie or properly hide their feelings. “Don’t worry, they’re not being too mean. I saw her name pop up here and there, but not too much. I think people just associate her with Cat.”

“I suppose. They are samurai partners,” Franny said. She shifted in her seat. It was a simple single-person seat with a few plump cushions on it. Franny sat on it as if it was a pew while she worked hard not to look Lucy’s way.

If Lucy were a more vindictive, evil woman, she’d flaunt her stuff some more, but there was only so much teasing she could do before even she started to feel bad.

“Might you please consider putting something on?” Franny asked.

“Oh, fine,” Lucy said. She was getting a little cold. And while being all chilled and perky was fun for sending pics to Cat, it was less than comfortable after a while. She padded across the room and plucked a clean-enough shirt off the floor. It was her old Cat’s Got My Tongue shirt. One of her favourites.

She pulled it on, then returned to the couch, but not before grabbing a blanket from the foot of the bed to wrap herself in. “Omph,” she said as she flopped onto the couch. “Okay, did I miss anything?”

“In the thirty seconds it took you to cross the room?” Franny asked.

“Hey, this is the internet, shit moves fast.”

Lucy blinked, and with a small gesture she brought up a dozen screens across her vision. Without a Myalis to cheat for her, she had to arrange things on her own. She’d gotten a few programs to help sort and moderate chats, and now she was using those to pause the live feeds to catch a glimpse of what people had said.

It was thankless work, of course, so she didn’t plan on doing any more than the bare minimum. Honestly though, she didn’t expect that reading even a thousandth of what had been said would be necessary.

She was in the middle of said work (after teasing Cat with those bikini pics of course) when Franny showed up to help handle the media side of things.

There wasn’t really much they could actively do, but keeping abreast of people’s opinions might be valuable moving forwards. Lucy needed to know which memes to capitalise on for maximum success.

[User: Alia, Anxiety Prone]
THE ALIENS ARE COMING! 👽👽👽
[User: WakiestWombat]
Can a cow fit into the railgun? Cows a % of c please!
[User: Freija]
Why does Stray Cat have perfect hair? AAAAAA
[User: TwiTwiTwi]
#SpaceHair
[User: OneOfTheSols]
RIP Phobos
[User: Bobble]
RIP Phobos, you were a good moon
[User: FeralSlider]
Flung Phobos at Earth? How???
[User: BlazeBrightly]
Yooo, that’s a big gun!
[User: ShortFused]
Kilometre-long railgun? #WTF
[User: DiceyFrew]
She’s blushing!
[User: MythologicalSelkie]
Bets on what that message had?
[User: PrinceofHemlock]
Show us the GF pics!
[User: S’tella]

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Lmao, gay
[User: FanaticalFirefly]
“Big Gun.” Solid name. Very creative. Definitely didn’t name it last minute.
[User: WhoNow]
Aliens are coming and soon so is cat!
[User: HarpingLili]
I’m looking up and I don’t see aliens #AnotherConspiracy
[User: SaneMika]
I think it’s sweet that her GF texted her <3
[User: MamaGoose]
#CatforMayor
[User: Cammie D. Sprite]
One railgun Vs. One Angy moon?

“Hmm, yup, the people on the internet are all weirdos,” Lucy said.

“That’s not very kind to say,” Franny replied.

Lucy scrolled up a little. “This one here wants to eat Cat’s hair… and this other one wants to lick her toes. Even I don’t want to do that, and I’ve definitely licked her before.”