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The Library is Open (03/02)

Rory came into the library after ACJ, and took a seat behind the desk with her iPod.

[Minor RL crisis - my apologies for not getting this up MUCH sooner]

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"Well, and I'm not exactly sun-friendly. John made me wear sunscreen when we were playing with a slip 'n slide on the first floor because of the fluorescents," Rory said.

Peter laughed. "Poor, pale Rory. You're almost as bad as the vampires."

"The freckles help!" Rory said, flailing a little. "Of course, most of them aren't visible unless you're up close and staring at my arms, but still!"

"Well, now if you want to show the freckles, you can pull your arm off and shove it in people's faces," Peter said. "Um. Don't do that to me, though."

Rory already had a good grip on her wrist, and made a sad face. "Woe."

"I'm sorry but thankful," Peter said.

"I have one of the useful powers," Rory pouted. "And no one lets me use it."

"You can use it. Just don't wave it around in my face or make me pick up your detached limbs, please. Keep your distance while doing it," Peter pleaded.

'Yeah, but I could totally show it off. But noooo, everyone says that's creepy," Rory said.

"Well, it is creepy. But I've fought guys who turn into big gobliny things, a guy made of sand, and a guy who shoots electricity from his body, so I think I can deal with it. I just don't want to," Peter grinned.

"...I know a guy who holds like eighty different jobs a year," Rory said. "And he also does interpretive dance and does strange things. He's pretty creepy."

"Does he have metal arms fused to his torso?" Peter inquired.

"No, but he looks like a Who. Like you know how they're sort of concave, and then paunchy?" Rory asked, motioning a hand down her body as though Peter might not know where one's torso was located.

"Okay, that's kinda weird," Peter admitted. "But the fused arm guy has a bowl cut."

"Kirk lives with his mom," Rory challenged. "He's my mom's age."

"Bowl-Cut McMetalArms has almost killed me a few times. That's gotta be worse than living with your mom that far into adulthood," Peter asserted.

Rory thought for a moment.

"Kirk befriends old ladies so that when they die, they'll leave him their estates," she said.

"~~In a different universe, Bowl-Cut tried to do the same thing. But with marriage. TO MY AUNT.~~ I suppose I'm not going to win with the story about how Bowl-Cut incapacitated me, hijacked a plane and tortured me on it for several hours while we flew to Brazil, and then I finally had to beat the crap out of him and had to sneak back home - which was tough because I don't speak Spanish and didn't know for a good while where I even was - in the luggage compartments of planes for a full day."

Rory stared.

"Kirk once played the town whore in a reenactment."

"Yeah, okay, you win," Peter said. "Was he a Crazy Hooker?"

"By default," Rory nodded. "But in color."

"Did he shoot anyone?" Peter asked.

"No, but sometimes he throws things," Rory said.

"I had hookers shoot and throw stuff at me here. Think I can at least pick up the medal for Weirdest Experience With a Town Whore?"

"Is there one who looks like you?" Rory replied.

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