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Library [5/1]

This is the last day Parker's going to be opening the Library. She has really mixed feelings about that. Partly because she'd like to hide under the Circulations Counter after some of the things she did this weekend.

The Library is open for all your research and book-return needs, 'cause today is also the last day of amnesty before Zero and her mallet are on a quest tomorrow.

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Sam stalked into the library and went straight to the counter. She was too confused to be embarrassed. "Heavy drinking tonight at Caritas. Anyone with me?"

"SO there. I have to see if Jarod's recovered from having to deal with a teeny itsy-bitsy girlfriend this weekend." Parker shook her head. "I didn't see you once, but I did hear you on the radio. Sounded like you were having fun then, but I assume it got stranger from there."

"Yeah," she smiled, "the radio was fun. And the podracing was awesome. It's just been a ~~long~~ long time since I was six. Suddenly being back to, this," she gestured at herself, "it's throwing me a little."

Especially considering where she'd been when she was readultified. Not that she was going to mention anything about that to Parker.

"I heard about that from the podcast. Along with what a mean, mean bossyhead I am, thank you, Barbossa. I'd love to see what you and Anakin made. If he's speaking to me, after the fight we had." Parker's grinning, and not too worried. "And yes. As glad as I am that I can leave Esme in her room, it's-- disorienting. To say the least."

Sam started giggling. "If it makes you feel any better? I called Da--er, Doctor Jackson a meaniehead yesterday."

"I haven't seen good old Bananakin yet today," she said, laughing outright now, "but did I hear the radio right? People got married?" She snickered, "and you? Did you get married to your knight in shining armor?"

"Idiot Boy probably had it coming. Heh. God, I think I'm really glad I didn't run into many adults while teeny and bossy." Parker facepalmed. "And I owe Professor Tick an apology. I ran away from Detention!"

"Lots of people got married. Rory's idea. She got Constable Fraser to marry the principal!" Parker snickered wildly, then said, "No, not me, since it was here, and thus no Jarod to marry-- and oh, god. I told Quinn Morgandorffer she should date him!" She thumped her head on the Circulation desk, looking traumatized.

"He wouldn't let me have coffee," Sam snickered, "and I really can't blame him. Actually, good for him not giving me any."

Sam patted Parker's shoulder. "It could have been worse?"

Very good for him. I take back my last Idiot Boy comment." Parker sighed. "Yeah, I could've gotten married to any of the boys milling around the ceremony, or bit someone. Or woke up somewhere worse than Angel's room with half our friends. Heh. I didn't spend one night in my room. Saturday I was in a fort with Alanna."

Sam very definitely wasn't going to mention where she'd spent last night. "You woke up in Angel's room?" She also wasn't at all upset that she'd missed sleeping in a fort with Parker and Alanna. Really.

"We were playing tag last night until we all collapsed-- Angel, Alanna, me, Callisto, Logan, Marty, and Belthazor. Top that for weird. Half of them can't stay in the same room together as adults. I think we were just having too much fun." She grinned. "Callisto and Angel are married," she sing-songed. "Because he kissed her on the cheek!"

"Wow. I guess it does take being an adult to really mess things up," Sam mused. A weird expression probably crossed her face, "and is that all it takes to get married these days?"

"If you're five. Or seven. Heh. Although I bet Constable Fraser and the principal are wondering the same thing this morning." Parker chortled. "I feel exhausted, honestly. I almost want to take a nap."

Sam may have let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "It's not like there's a lot left to do, right? Go sleep in the stacks or something."

"Mmmm. I probably will. I turned in my Russian paper, the only thing left is my Criminal Justice final, and I just can't seem to care. Either I know it by now, or I don't. Same with History." Parker sighed, then grinned. "Caritas, then? Tonight? Lorne will be sad he missed the teeny versions of us. Maybe he'll give us free alcohol."

"Yes. I'll be the drunk blonde at the bar. Or under it."

"I'll be the brunette hitting on the bartender. See you there."

Sam grinned. "Later."

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