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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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Back in Sunnydale, Buffy had a group," Angel said. "Watcher, witch, Slayer, vamp with a soul - " he pointed to himself " - and Xander but what can you do? Point being, shared resources. That's exactly what Angelus was trying here. As soon as he came to Fandom he knew the smartest thing he could do was gather up the best of the evil and make them work together. Why can't good do the same thing?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Because we're less obsessed and socially deficient? And half of us seem to be dating the bad guys?" Parker said, then reluctantly nodded. "But I see your point. Angela and Marty and I were so busy not getting caught, we didn't think of looking for other help.... Maybe that was a mistake." Her face went grim. "Okay. I have some people in mind. I'm sure you do too. Marty probably does." She flicked a narrow glare his way. "You're still being watched. But...." She shrugged. "Again. Might as well make lemonade."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel's mouth curled into a half smile. "If evil's going to try to make our lives interesting, least we can do is say thank you."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I think we should say it with firebombs instead of flowers." Parker smirked.

"Later, then. You know where to find me." Her eyes narrowed. "Unfortunately."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel couldn't help but give a teasing grin. "Parker... are you going soft on me?"

[ooc: need to scoot for class soon, back later]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's glare was uncompromising as she spun herself off her chair. "I pity you. You aren't the guy who's making Rory cry in her sleep." She took a few steps away from him. "But I don't do soft."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel winced. "I didn't know Rory was... I mean I can guess but... I'm sorry."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker nodded. "Yeah. Well. As long as she's still dealing with it...." She shrugged uncomfortably. "You see my point, I hope."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"What? That I should suffer for all eternity for the crimes that I've done?" Angel asked. "No offense, Parker, but I'm already on that page."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No, you moron," she snapped. "The page I'm on is the one where people can't forgive and forget immediately while the victims are right *here*. You got your second chance. Congratulations. You've got John and Aeryn and Cameron and tons of people helping you in spite of what happened to their friends with Angelus. Just don't expect every single one of us to feel like we can sing Kum-ba-ya and the Who-ville Song with you. It was only two weeks ago, damnit!"

She lets out a slow breath. "And I'm a vindictive bitch. Angelus knew that, so you should remember it too. Wrong person for sympathy. I pity you about the soul. But I *can't* trust you. Doesn't mean I'm *right*. I'm hoping I'm not. Otherwise we wouldn't even be talking."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Don't trust me," Angel said. "You never should. Don't like me, don't forgive me, don't feel sympathy for me, don't do any of it. I never asked for that and believe me I'm not going to. Now as I have a photographic memory can we please take all of this as a given from now on so you don't have to keep slapping me in the face with it?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Photographic memory?" Parker's momentarily distracted, then shrugs, her jaw hardening. "Sure. Just remember the part about the second chance, as well as the no-trust. God, you're depressing," she mutters under her breath.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You wouldn't be the first to point that out."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Utterly frustrated, and a little spooked that he heard her, Parker snapped, "Great. Good to know I'm with the crowd. So? Go wear bright red spandex or something, will you? Save the world without dragging down the room, buzzkill."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You know I don't make fun of your hobbies."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker stared at him a moment, then palmed her face. "Shoo. Scram. Split. Manic-depressive vampires, whose good idea was that?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Told you," Angel said as he got up to leave. "Gypsies. Weird bunch of people."