The Library (Thursday)

[swerval_zero]

Around ten, Zero comes by the library and, realizing it's still locked down, sets about opening it up. The first person to enter will find that half of the lights are still off and a very pissed-off pink cat is sitting on the Circulations Desk.

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[swerval_zero]

*POP!*

*Congratulations! Ten is now holding a very pissy girl! In a kilt!*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Holy mother of GOD! [The Doctor drops her unceremoniously to the floor.] Ms Hopeless-Savage, why are you in a kilt?

[swerval_zero]

*bangs her head on the desk* OW! Mind the brain!

I dunno; it fell out of the closet this morning? You speak Cat! Why didn' you tell me you spoke Cat?!

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

...you never asked? And I don't speak it well.

[swerval_zero]

*under her breath* I noticed.

*out loud* I'm sorry, Professor, I've been a bit preoccupied with--KEEP THAT DOG AWAY FROM ME--calm, calm, I'm calm. May I help you?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He looks bemused.] Just getting a book, don't worry on my account. Do YOU need any help?

[swerval_zero]

*Stands up, brushing herself off.* I'm fine. If you need any help, just call. And, sorry about the, er--*vague wavy hand gesture*--pink. On your shirt.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

It'll wash. [He picks at the pink cat hair.] Thank you, Ms Hopeless-Savage. [And he wanders off to the card catalogue, looking for Memoirs of a Geisha.]

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron feels guilty now for charging after Zero. This instinct thing is starting to worry him. He gets up and pads over to Zero, pushing his muzzle into her hand.

/I'm sorry./ He whines softly.

[swerval_zero]

*Zero pats Cam and leans over to whisper in his ear.*

Look, I know it's hard, but you've gotta keep it under control, yeah? You're Cam. You're a person.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He nods and licks her nose.

/I know. It won't happen again./ He replies even though he knows she won't understand it.

[swerval_zero]

*giggles* Okay. I think we still have some tuna back in the office. Do you like tuna? Or d'you want to play with Marty?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Food. Ball. Food. Ball. Cameron looks from Marty to Zero and back again. He kinda wants both. Wagging his tail happily, he barks at Zero.

[swerval_zero]

Okay, let's see if I can find a can opener. *Ruffles Cam's fur and heads for the office.*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron pads after her, bouncing along the way.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ow," Parker tells Zero, pointing to her own scalp. "And are you okay?"

[swerval_zero]

I think you can spare a bit of hair more than I could've handled bein' gnawed on. But, sorry.

I'll be fine once my heart rate goes back to normal. SQUALL.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker shakes her head. "No problem. I know it kind of takes you over." She scowls at Cam, shaking her head. "Case in point." She cocks her head at Zero. "Do you need to go chill out somewhere else?"

[swerval_zero]

I'm fine. He doesn' want to eat me now.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"That's really really reassuring. Really."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron whimpers and whines as he's being scowled at.

[swerval_zero]

*Looks worriedly at Cam and sets down his tuna.*

Parker, does he seem more...regressed than I was? Usually?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron huffs at being called regressed and starts gobbling down the tuna.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Maybe a little," Parker admits, ending the scowl because it's sad when a wolf-cub whimpers. "I could be wrong, but I think it took you longer than this to go all instinctual..."