Library (11/16/05)

[janet_fraiser]

Janet unlocks the door, sits down behind the Collections Desk, and starts entering books.

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[swerval_zero]

I was songwritin' until four AM.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinks. "Really. I thought you said you weren't musical? And what kind were you writing?"

[swerval_zero]

*frowns* When'd I say that? My parents are both singers an' I'm in a band back home. Y'know, punk, like.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Well, yes," Parker says, rolling her eyes. "But you never mentioned... oh, wait." She smiles. "You wrote a song for your boyfriend once, didn't you?" She leans forward. "So I ask: what brought this sudden songwriting urge on?"

[swerval_zero]

*rolls eyes* It's grindin' stupid. Band drama. Apparently my e-mail to the others tellin' 'em I was goin' to Europe for Thanksgiving finally went through. They had a gig lined up Saturday night, so now they're mad. So I was writing peace offering songs.

I think they'll especially like "Blondes Are Dumb (so I dye my hair)". Not sure how they'll feel about the six songs about how evil boys are...

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ouch. Got it. Extra work so they don't kill you." Parker grins at the song titles. "I have to hear these sometime soon. When are you out of here for Thanksgiving? And where is your band playing?"

[swerval_zero]

I'm leavin' Wednesday morning for Austria. Then I fly back on Saturday--dependin' on Arsenal's driving, I might actually make the gig. It's at The Crash, in Flange City. D'you know it?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Never been there. Although it sounds much more fun than the corporate shindig my dad is going to drag me to over the weekend." Parker sighs. "I'm not looking forward to Thanksgiving as much as I was a few weeks ago...."

[swerval_zero]

Well, look, I'll call you if the gig is on, an' you can tell your da one of your friends called with an emergency or whatever. I'm sure with the weird dimensional portals here you can get to Flange in no time. Swerval?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker smirked. "Swerval it is. Give me a map and I'm there, damnit."

[swerval_zero]

Great! *pulls her laptop out of her bag and starts looking up Mapquest* Do we have a printer?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Behind the card catalog, I think."

[swerval_zero]

Swerval. *blinks at driving directions, which read:

1. Drive off causeway onto Highway 1337.

2. Arrive at destination.*

Um. I don't think you'll have any problem findin' the place.

(ooc: The causeway needs a name.)

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Good. As long as the limo driver can find it...."

_{[ooc: Hmm. You're very right. Think we could get away with naming it?]}

[swerval_zero]

A limo in that part o' town. That'll be...different.

(ooc: I want it to be the 'someone' Memorial Causeway, for some reason. At the moment I'm leaning toward James T. Kirk.)

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"If I don't take the limo, my father won't let me go. It has bulletproof glass."

_{[ooc: Do it! Do it do it do it!]}

[swerval_zero]

It's not that bad.

(ooc: I did!)

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I wsan't implying that it was. That's just standard procedure *whenever* I'm out of Blue Cove for my father."

_{[ooc: *hee!*]}

[swerval_zero]

Your father is very strange, Parker. Not that there's anythin' wrong with that.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'm not denying that it's... different. But he has his reasons." Parker shrugs. "Either way, I think I'll be able to make it. I just wish...." She sighs. "I was supposed to see one of my friends when I was home. Now I don't now where the hell he is, so, that's not happening."

[swerval_zero]

Swerval. It'll be fun. Did your friend run off or somethin'? So close and yet so far.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much." Parker looked glum. "He called once, but I haven't heard from him in almost a week now, he could be *anywhere*.... Anyway. Yeah. We'll have fun in-- Flange City?"

[swerval_zero]

Don' worry, Parker, I'm sure he's okay. I mean, as long as he doesn' get mixed up with the dealers or, like, prostitutes, what's the worst that could happen? Any friend of yours is sure to have better sense than that.

Yep, Flange. Home sweet home.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Right," Parker said in a hollow voice. "Bound to have more sense." She knocks her head on the counter a few times.

[swerval_zero]

*pats Parker sympathetically on the back* I know I told you my brother ran away once. We got him back. An' my mum had it rough for a while, but if she'd never run off in the first place she'd never have met my da. All that is meant to be will converge. Or some bollocksy nonsense like that.