"No, it was Candy in Central Casting," Fruitbat replied, eyes flashing. "He sent me to her for some new dresses. Not only did she not have anything even remotely resembling a dress, but look what one of her damn t-shirts did to me!" She hefted her now-massive mammaries to call DJ's attention to them.
DJ smiled slighly. "I can fix that, if you want, as well as whipping you up a proper wardrobe. Shall I?"
"Would you, please?"
A moment later, Fruitbat's knockers had been knocked back down to normal, and she was once more clad in the maroon business dress DJ had clad her in earlier. "You'll find more clothes back in your bedroom," DJ told her, "some suitable for your job here and some--" she wrinkled her nose -- "for your other position, as well as casual wear for when you're off duty. I've designed them to respond to your desires, so if you don't like something just imagine it the way you would like it, and it will change."
Fruitbat let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Deej," she said.
"Stick to DJ, if you please," her supervisor reprimanded her primly. "Oh, and by the way, since you did such a great job on the Remote assignment I wanted to express my appreciation. Have a look at the front door and tell me what you think."
Perplexed, Fruitbat went to the door, where she found that the business name on the glass had been changed. It now read:
E.D. Fruitbat
Backstage Troubleshooters
Fruitbat's red face went even redder, if possible. "Thanks, DJ," she said. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."
DJ shrugged. "If we're going to be partners there's no point in not acknowledging the fact. What, is there a question?"
Fruitbat was looking at her like there was.
"Yes. What's the 'E.D.' for?"
"Oh, that. I didn't want to just write 'Fruitbat' -- didn't seem very official, somehow. So checked my DVd clipboard for your full name."
"I have a full name?" Fruitbat asked, confused.
"Apparently. Elizabeth Drake Fruitbat, according to Deja Voodoo."
"Huh," said Fruitbat, as the information sunk in and she realized that really was her name. (Hey, we Authors are good at fixing things like this.) "So that's why Candy called me Lizzie," she want on. "And I thought she was just making a 'lizard girl' crack!"
"No, that girl tends to pick up on things like that, even if when they don't happen in her own personal timeline. In fact, I gather all the Central Casting girls have that extra-perceptual sense -- helps them in their job, I take it. So! Like your name, Lizzie?"
"Stick to Elizabeth," Fruitbat corrected her, grinning. "And hey, while we're on the subject, what does 'DJ' stand for?"
"Disk Jockey," DJ replied, a note of indiference in her voice.
"No, really?"
"Dow Jones," DJ went on.
"Come again?"
"Died Jumpsuit."
"Oh, I get it, you're not going to tell me, are you?"
"Nope!" DJ smiled. "Have you ever considered it might not stand for anything?"
"No," said Fruitbat. "C'mon, tell me..."
"Look on it as a challenge," DJ teased. "Wanna be a troubleshooter? Well, troubleshoot! Find out!"
"Maybe I'll just do that," Fruitbat replied. She made a mental note to steal a glance into DJ's notebook sometime. Or maybe she could hunt up Ghost Hand and ask him. After all, he was responsible for DJ's current name; bet he'd know...
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