fandomhigh | Wednesday, 4/12, Library is Open

"Promise not to laugh?"

Parker raised her eyebrows. "I promise to try?" A couple hits came up, Venice Beach, the surrounding areas. "Well, it's at least possible to get something that will only cost a thou or so a month...."

Angel nodded since that was a fair promise, after all.

Then he got totally distracted with prices.

"A thousand a month?"

"Yessss." Parker folded her arms. "And that's not taking into account different pricing schemes for combined commercial/residential. Owning might be smarter than renting, with these prices. At least a landlord can't kick you out of your crypt that way."

Angel buried his head in his hands. "Gimme a minute. I'm feeling very, very old right now."

[ooc: must run to dinner, back later tonight!]

Parker snickered. "Okay, if this keeps up? I may not be able to keep that 'don't laugh' promise."

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"Do you know what a thousand dollars would buy in my day?" Angel replied, looking pained.

"Small counties?" Parker suggested. "Possibly with people attached?"

"You're not half wrong."

"And if you know where to shop in the world, it still can," Parker says grimly. "So, getting back to the point, which is-- what business are you going into? Should I be looking for something in the retail district, something closer to the beach...?"

"I was thinking maybe a detective agency." It was possible he moved a half inch back, just on the odd chance this declaration earned him a thwapping.

This is in no way something that Parker expected. She folded her arms. "Hunh."

At no insta-thwap, he relaxed by a hair. "You know, as a way to help people?"

Parker nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing. "Without the difficulty of oversight from an official local government agency. And as both an excuse to help people, and an advertising of your availability to do so, it's got definite benefits... again I say, hunh." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "How did you come up with that, exactly?"

Angel shrugged. "Been pondering it. Seems like a good way to try to do what I want to do. Not like I can actually hang a shingle that says 'Hero for hire'."

"That has gone out since the Middle Ages. Unfortunately." She cocked her head. "The only problem I can see is your tendency to get in over your head because you leap without thinking. And oh yes, your planning abilities. Okay, two problems."

She glared at the search engine which is coughing up garden apartments and condos in the $2000/mo range, and on a whim, enters another name. Then blinks. "Okay, that's just weird."

Angel looked dubious. "What?"

[ooc: *scoots you quick email*]

"That hotel you were drawing is still standing. Hyperion, right?" Parker frowned. "Built in 1927, and-- that's it for this site. I wonder if they give tours? You should check it out, see if it matches your memories."

Another quick search, and an elimination of anything too far from the main business districts-- defined by "no sewer access" -- and Parker hit one more button. "It could be worse. The L.A. subway system is supposed to get expanded in the next ten years. You might have more options then. As it is? For a combined business/res place, you're looking at $1200 a month, if you don't actually want to sleep in your office chair."

"Slept in worse places," Angel pointed out. He mentally filed away what Parker said about the Hyperion. Part of him wondered whatever happened to the demon that had once lived there, but he didn't give it more thought than that.

"Is there any way I can get a printout of this heart attack you're calling a real estate section?" Angel asked. "I know by the time I get home they'll probably be gone, but at least this way I'm getting an idea of where to look."

"Sure." Parker hit PRINT, and the computer started spitting out a dozen pages of listings. "There's a place in Costa Mesa for $750. And one in Inglewood for $875. But I think the Inglewood one is too small for a business, honestly. And Costa Mesa's a ways to go. You'd have to get a car, and they don't have parking." She frowned. "Do you have a car?"

Long pause.

"I could get a car," Angel said, in no way sounding defensive except for the part where he totally sounded defensive.

"Okay, you know that it has to be able to run, right?" Parker suddenly glared. "Do you even have a driver's license?"

"I know cars," Angel said, folding his arms and giving her a Look. "I am a guy, you know."

Parker rolled her eyes. "Like I could forget. But it's L.A., you can't drive a junker. And you're going to need a P.I.'s license."

"I like the old classics," Angel said with a smile. Then he looked thoughtful. "I.. could get a P.I. thing. Right?"

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