fandomhigh | The Library is Open (01/30)

She's right, of course. "I might take you up on that. I'd like to do something besides worry myself to death, you know."

To prevent Rory from having to talk about it out loud, John grabs a piece of paper and scribbles a note.

What kind of organization?

He slides it across.

Rory quickly wrote:

Medical supplies. They're going to come back with scrapes and stuff, you know. And food. And we're taking care of the cover story.

She slid it back.

[ooc: Am going AFK for an hour, oh noes!]

John reads the note before scribbling one back.

I can help with that. Let me know where you need me and I'll help.

He's about to slide the note back when he smiles and writes something else down.

I think coffee stunts your growth.

He slides it back over.

Rory smiled.

We're going into town tomorrow afternoon for stuff, if you want to come along. And then there's going to be a meeting in my room at 8, afterwards.

She frowned.

And I am not little! Thin, but not little, OMG.

John reaches for the note and smiles.

I can be there. For both things.

And again, he adds:

Little and liable to burn under halogen lights. Such a hard life, Rory.

Rory nodded, and pointed to the books she had been looking at.

Maps. Talk to Aeryn and see what they need. I've been getting my info from Angel and Anakin.

She rolled her eyes.

Woe. I am so frail and pale. Hey, it rhymes!

John's eyes scan the books before nodding.

Got it. I should see Aeryn tonight and I'll talk to her.

He laughs again.

Poor wee Rory, if only someone would love her.

Probably a good idea, yeah. Let her know you're doing this and all, since...well, if my boyfriend were going out there, I know I'd want to know everything that's going to be going on out there, and vice versa.

You know, if I had a boyfriend. Which I don't.

And on that note - woe again. I am so lonesome, loveless and pale.

She arched a brow sardonically before sliding the paper back over to him.

John reads the note and nods before starting to write again.

Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. She's going whether I pitch a fit or not so I'd rather her have everything she needs.

And I'm sure there's an equally as loveless and pale boy out there who will bring sunlight into your life.

Also, thanks for helping me out when I was a marmoset. The M&M's, I mean. That Professor Skeeter's a mean old witch.

He returns the note.

Rory nodded again, beginning to feel like a bobble-headed doll.

Well, they're not letting me go even though I pitched a fit, so yeah, basically.

And if I met a pale boy, can you imagine our children? They'd glow in the dark.

Prof. Skeeter is indeed mean. Or possibly, she just doesn't care. I mean, she sat there reading the paper while you were all monkeyish. Weirdo.

She danced it across the desk to him, for creativity.

John nods back and thinks his head might fall off.

No more vampire injuries for you, Rory. I think they had your bed bronzed the last time you were in the clinic with a vamp related hurty.

Well, if you and Mister Pale Boy had children who glowed in the dark, you would save a lot on electricity. And you could name them Blinding and Sunshine Gilmore-whatever Pale Boy's last name is.

Yeah, I think she and her husband might be having marital trouble which is why she gets testy when I bring it up.

Rory rolled her eyes yet again.

Darla and Drusilla didn't hurt me. Just saying.

And this is a good thing, with the glowy children. Though I'd never name them that. Bad enough *I* have a weird name.

And Prof. Skeeter's married? She doesn't wear a wedding band.

John just smiles.

Angelus did. Same species, bad injuries. I remember that time, you know.

Rory's not a weird name. But, okay, you could name your kids...Annabelle and Antoine? They're not so bad and they kinda sound bright and cheery.

See, trouble in the marriage. I hope they're seeking counseling.

Rory sighed.

Yes, but the other two didn't, and they had both opportunity and motive. So pff.

And you don't know my full name. There are numbers involved.

Hmm. Maybe you shouldn't antagonize her. She might be sad over it, or something. Maybe one of them is seeing someone else, or something

John tapped the pen on his nose.

Don't jinx it!

Numbers? Okay, I can't hold back. What's your full name?

See, I'm not antagonizing though. I'm doing investigative reporting as she taught us to do. And she's the one getting cranky over it.

Rory crossed her fingers.

May I point out that Logan's allowed to go, though?

And there is no way I'm telling my full name. It is secret.

I don't know if that's what she meant with the investigative thing. What are you writing your thingy on this week?

John reads the letter and tries to think of a good response.

Okay, point. Who exactly isn't letting you go?

I'll tell you my full name and maybe a nickname Aeryn calls me if you tell me your full name.

I think I might boycott this week's assignment on account that she turned me into a monkey.

Rory bit her lip to keep from laughing.

Anakin. Angel, too, but Anakin's the one who actually talked me out of it.

Lorelai Gilmore III. My middle name is Leigh, but it's said like "lay" and not "Lee" like it should be, because my mom is weird. Your turn.

And that's a good idea. But I think it might annoy her more.

John reads the letter and smirks.

Well, he's just being your friend. I think he's just concerned. You seem to attract vampires even if they didn't hurt you this last time.

John Robert Crichton, Jr. Nickname...if you tell her this, I will feed you to the local sea monster: Strech. And don't repeat that Lorelai Gilmore III or the radio will find out about that name!

Well, I think she already hates me so the worst she could do is turn me into a marmoset again.

Rory blushed.

Yes. I have good friends.

And...do I even want to know about 'Strech'?

Hmm. Do you really *want* to be a marmoset again? She might go for something worse this time.

John nods.

Maybe one of them is your fated Pale Boy, after all.

No. No, you don't. And I won't tell you. And if you tell Aeryn, I'm placing an anonymous phone call to that brothel in town and telling them you wanna volunteer.

What could be worse then a marmoset?

Rory sighed and facepalmed.

I don't know anyone as pale as me.

My evil twin owns the brothel, anyway, and she hates me.

Slug. Worm. Naked mole rat.

John drew a heart on the sheet of paper without any names inside of it.

So, maybe you're not met for a pale boy. Maybe a complete opposite?

So, even if she hates you, she'd pass up a volunteer?

Eh, true. But at least I know you and Chloe will be nice to me!

Rory eyed the heart before writing "John+Aeryn" in it.

I don't know any particularly dark people, either.

And she thinks I'm a good two-shoes. So...probably not.

I promise I will feed you gummy bears or whatever candy I have that day. It is my solemn duty.

John might 'awww' a little at the heart.

So, a middle of the road type person?

Rory's Perfect Man:

Not too pale.
Not too dark.
Must like caffeine.
Must not be afraid of vampires because they seem to like me.
Must not make fun of my name.
Must not make fun of my hats.
Must give me chocolate.
Must be hot.

Well...what about her silent partner person? The one I saw bossing the brothel women around during the snow monster thing.

You're so kind, Rory. I will so leave you stuff in my will.

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