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]

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.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grimaces, and rests her head on the counter. "I'll try to believe that. I just wish he would call again. The brat. He sent an email virus to a mutual friend a day or two ago, but that's it." She straightens. "At least he's not back where he was. That counts for a lot. So. Yes. Optimism. Or something."

[swerval_zero]

*frown* If his home life was that bad, is it really surprisin' he bolted?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No. But he's been too sheltered. I always wanted to get him out of there-- but to somewhere I could keep an eye on him." She shrugs, making a face. "The next time he calls, damnit. I'm getting a phone number and a location."