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The Library - Jan. 11th

Climbing down from his hammock early this morning, the Librarian opens the library for the morning and sits as best he can on a chair behind the circulation desk. He peeling a banana carefully with his feet while keeping a close, supicious eye on the library and, particularly, the books.

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"Heh." Parker grinned as she walked in. "Me neither. Yay, Wednesdays!"

Wednesdays are the best!

"I hope some of the clubs I'm in are going to meet on Wednesday. Hmm. I should send out a flyer for Gun Club, and leave it open next week for a new kid orientation on Wednesday." Parker twirled on her chair. "Oh, and I'm putting up posters for the dance today. Do you have any pictures of Dusted Bunnies you want me to use?"

Angela overhears this. "Hi, Parker. Dance?"

"Welcome-Back-Welcome-to-Fandom Dance, it's on Friday. I'm late putting up posters ~~because my mun lost track of days~~ but hopefully people will feel like attending anyway." Parker grinned. "Zero's band is playing."

Angela looks disappointed by this. "And I have to miss it," she laments. "I'm going home for the weekend early Friday. Making up for being all old on Christmas."

She turns to Zero. "I really wanted to see you guys play sometime, too."

[OOC: Family thing, gone for the weekend.]

"Damn, that sucks. We can get you a copy of their CD if you don't already have one, though." Parker shakes her head, then blinks. "Hmmm. New StuCo idea. Heh. And a way for you to possibly get to see them later." She scribbled in her notebook, smirking.

"I hope you have a good time this weekend, though. Did you parents ever find out exactly what happpened to you?"

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"I got the CD after Thanksgiving break, I think? Whenever you went to see them," Angela says, playing with a piece of hair. "It's good."

She shakes her head vigorously at the question about her parents. "It would be way too weird for them. I left it at, "emergency, I need to be here." I know my mom is completely curious, but she won't quiz me unless I let on there's more to the story. I hope."

"Right. I'm in New York this weekend myself-- I need to check with Lorne and find out when we're leaving on Friday." Parker bit her lip. "Well, if you need back-up on whatever story you tell, give us a call. Maybe we could even force Dr. Pierson into corroborating whatever we come up with."

"Oh, thanks for offering. I think she thinks it's some teen angst drama thing. I don't know. I'm sort of hoping it gets forgotten, 'cause I'm a really bad liar and I don't want to start babbling about gremlin spit again."

"Sure. If it doesn't, you've got my cell number. Maybe something about how you had to stay and help a friend? Subtract a month or so, and it wouldn't even be a lie." Parker shuddered at the mention of gremlins. "God, don't go there. *Please*. I am so going to Marty's meeting tonight. I had no idea how nasty those things were until I got bitten."

"True," Angela says slowly. "God, I can't believe Angel's only been here a month and a half. Angelus is starting to feel like this really strange, really ugly dream."

"Marty was telling me about that meeting. I'm actually happy I'm not in the -- wait, when did you get bitten? Was that what was going on during Homecoming?"

"I know. Except for the parts that stand out like technicolor sense-surround hell." Parker sighed. "All things considered? I'd have to say that worked out... okay."

"Sunday night. Only Krycek, Bridge Carson, and Broots's new roomie were around." Parker grimaced. "And Broots. We ended up thinking we were each other. Watching Broots snap his fingers at people is not something I'm going to forget soon. Or how I was petting his computer. Gahhh."

Angela blinks, then attempts to stifle a giggle.

She is not especially successful.

"teehee. heh. heh. heh. heeee."

Then, recovering. "I'm sorry, Parker. I just got this mental imazge of you petting a computer, and Broots ordering people around and ...hee. hee. ... it's not actually funny, is it?"

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"Yeah, they're back in the room. I'll go get them later."

((Plz hold for scouring of the intarwebs))

"No problem. Will they bring copies of their CD's, like they did at the Crash?"

_{[holding and ready]}

"I'll call Emma tonight and tell her to throw some in her bag." Zero leaves the library and returns a few minutes later. "Okay, I found this one and this one. I think either one would work."

"You look really cute in the first one. Who's the guy with the tie? He's sort of hot."

"Aw, thanks. Never been called 'cute' before. That's Toby. He sort of belongs to Emma."

Angela tilts her head at Zero. "I guess the earrings and the boots scare people off or something, 'cause you're totally cute. And yeah, they looked couple-y."

"Perfect! I'll put these up on the posters as soon as I'm out of here." Parker grinned. "This is going to be great. Oh, that reminds me-- do you want to take a trip to New York with me and Lorne, and the other Caritas employees this weekend? We'd be leaving Friday night, so I don't know if that works for you."

"Yeah, I can't. If it gets cleared, the band's gonna be crashing on my floor Friday night before they fly back. Ditching them would be pretty scuzzy."

"Nuts. Oh, well. Hey, have you even met Lorne?" Parker frowned. "I know you've sung at Caritas a couple times, but I can't remember if you ever got read or talked with him."

"The green guy, right? Beyond ordering a drink? I don't think so...'got read?'"

"Yeah, right, the owner. He's got this thing, where if you sing and he listens, he can sometimes read your aura or your future. Or both." Parker crossed her arms and leaned back. "He was actually on-target about Jarod coming to town, and a couple other things, which was why I dragged Angel to his place to get confirmation that he wasn't Angelus any more. You could try it sometime, if you want some advice. He's pretty good. Nice guy."

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