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The Library

Janet unlocked the library and walked in, setting her laptop down warily behind the desk and trying not to think about ~~Hathor~~ the last time she was in here. She took a drink from her extra-large mug of coffee and started working.

ETA: She popped out a moment later and stuck a note up on the door: "New teachers need to check out the Rules of Conduct and fill out a library card application ~~in blue or black ink, damn it~~. Please come inside for a form. Thank you."

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"Got to Liam." Parker was still very, very tense. "Couldn't get much else, what with everyone who ever knew you when you were alive dying shortly after you did. That's where I got the 'dick' definition, by the way."

She smiled back. "Soul curse? I didn't have to bookmark that. Everyone who saw that tape was happy to share info on it. Pity I never got a copy. So, really awful for you, was it? Saving puppies instead of vamping them?"

"Not awful at all, Park," Angelus leaned forward even more, motioning for her to come closer as though sharing a secret. "'cause, here's the thing: That curse? Doesn't do a damned thing to me. All it does is make people stupid enough to believe that Angel's somebody safe to be around.

"But he's not, though," Angelus said. "Because deep down inside, there I am. Whispering in his ear. Reminding him of all the horrible things he'd love to do and how they make him so hot and so hard until one day he can't stand it and - " Angelus snapped his fingers. "Ooops. There goes that pesky hotel filled with innocents. Hyperion, by the way. You can look that up too.

"So go ahead," Angelus shrugged. "Soul me. Heck, maybe doing so is all a part of my evil evil plans. Assuming I have evil plans. I'm a busy guy. Hard to keep track."

Parker sighed. "You make my head hurt. Truth and lies, and we both know the best lies are the truth."

Disgusted, she backed away a step, then straightened. "Do I look like the shining knight? The hero? The good witch? Why are we having this conversation? You've offered the carrot: join you and know all. And frankly, it's got the appeal of a moldy turnip. If the stick is just the threat that I'll be waving to you through the prison of soul bars, waiting to kill me-- well, that's not new."

"So congratulations, you got what you wanted with the election. Way to go, you're so smart. Fooooooled me. Oh, no, you know I'd like to curse your ass to the horizon. So what?"

"Join me?" Angelus shrugged. "I wasn't offering that. Park, I really am being honest. I like your brain. I'd have liked it more if that fuckup with the ad had been a deliberate ploy but you're young, nothing wrong with that."

He smiled at her. "I just wanted to talk is all. You were so interested in me it seemed a shame not to at least say hi."

"Hi." Parker bared her teeth.

"And the brain? Is not to be served with a nice Chianti. I think we've said it all, don't you?"

"Park, if I wanted you dead you'd know that by the floor being painted a new color called 'inside of Parker's spleen'," Angelus smiled, friendly as anything. "But I don't do that anymore. I'm reformed. Fandom High is a new slate, and I intend to take full advantage of my chance to be one of the good guys."

Parker slowly clapped, eyes wide. "And the Oscar for gee-shucks charm and amazing bullshit ability goes to.... Right. You know, I grew up with bullies and psychos. And I actually believe you want me alive." The smile disappeared. "So this does not reassure me. At all."

"So sorry your guys lost the election. And on some level? I actually mean that." Parker picks up a book and finds what she's looking for. "In all fighting, the direct method may be used for joining battle, but indirect methods will be needed in order to secure victory." Flipping it shut, she says, "Round one to you. Whatever it was about. Take your time coming out of your corner for the next one."

"See?" Angelus said, pointing at her. "Moxie. I like that, I really do. Won't say I wouldn't rather you and me were on the same side, but if you don't want to be I like that you at least provide a challenge. Anyway, the thing to remember is - "

Angelus stopped, distracted by something that he saw on one of the open magazines in front of him. He pulled it towards him, so distracted that he didn't even drop the other hand that was still hanging in the air. He did lift the magazine up, though, which blocked Parker's view of what it was he was looking at.

Softer, his voice more distant, he asked, "Can I borrow this?"

Okay. Whaaaa? Parker blinked, feeling the whiplash of surprise, then said, "It's library. If you've got a card, you can check it out. It has to come back, though...." She tilted her head, trying to at least see which magazine has him so interested.

"I - uh - don't," Angelus said, finally dropping his hand down to hold the magazine with both hands. It was one of any number of tabloids that someone had left spread out on the table before he'd gotten there. "What's the fine on destroying a magazine?"

[ooc: Giving you this moment on a silver platter, btw, as thanks for putting up with his monologuing ;) ]

Parker noted the title, and took a step back. "We can get you a card," the surreality was becoming stronger, but so were the screaming of her instincts. Another step back. "And the fine is usually up to Dr. Pierson, something like replacement cost--"

_{[ooc: gracias and de nada, right back atcha]}

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*as if on cue, Zero comes out of the stacks, carrying an armful of books on dog breeds*

Parker, Angelus. *nods*

Angelus nodded to her, giving her a friendly smile. "Hey, Zero. I sent off that email to you-know-who, by the way. I'll let you know how it goes."

Swerval. So, what do you think of bassets?

"Might be a little too flappy in the skin," Angelus said, thinking of what the breed's gameface would look like but not wanting to say that out loud for fear of ruining Rory's surprise. He grinned, a thought occuring to him. "Hey, what about terrier? Sounds a little like terror. Could be funny."

Terriers have so much energy, though. I'm afraid it might go vicious.

"Good point," Angelus cocked his head to the side, thinking it over. "Papillons could be cute. The ears sort of look like wings. Don't know if they're yappy though."

Papillons, papillons...*attempts to flip through book on top of stack, nearly drops whole pile & catches them with her knee against a chair*

"Happy, alert and friendly. Neither shy nor aggressive." That could work.

"And see what I mean?" Angelus said, pointing to the picture. "About the ears?"

Parker is watching this, not sure which one of them has lost it. Or maybe it's her.

Hey, Parker. Everythin' all right here? *significant glance at tall dark & evil*

Parker cracks her neck, lips thinning. "It's all fine. Just... don't go anywhere, okay?"

Yeah, sure. I need to talk to him anyway.

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