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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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Parker has downloaded the podcast of Saturday night's radio and is giggling herself to death.

Now she's listening to last night's, and hearing Barbossa call her a BOSSY BOSSY MEANIE HEAD over and over. "Mega-zap a pirate one time and he holds a grudge forever..."

She has, unfortunately, remembered what she discussed with Miho now. Oh, god.

... Quinn damn well better not try to date Jarod. Parker's alternately thinking about that and revising her Russian paper one last time.

Oh, you better believe the Library's closed with only the aides allowed to eat here.

Parker's gone for half the period to turn in her Russian paper, but she's back afterward, looking pensive and spinning on a spinny chair.

Parker is shelving books now, tidying the place up, as well as printing out the list of ~~malefactors~~ overdue book holders.

Last seventh period ever. Parker has her iPod on, and is listening to the podcasts again, giggling quietly.

After scrubbign her hair about ten times to get the dried cupcake batter out, ANgela is in the library.

She waves to Parker. "So did we all do a bunch of drugs, or were we five years old all weekend?"

Angela is still around, and is headdesking repeatedly over the weirdness of being married.

...And she's still there (the girl may need a hobby), but now she's trying to do some of that work stuff she hears about, sorting through old magazines.

She is not reading Highlights. Nope.

Broots came into the library and tried his best not to burst out laughing.

"I was almost five, does that count?" Parker shook her head. "Hey, there are still cupcakes in the common room! We never got around to eating those."

"Ohhh, god." Parker headdesked. "Broots. I think I owe you for a movie. Don't I."

Marty runs in looking he might have slept in his suit.

Well actually he did sleep in his suit. The fact that there might be dried cupcake batter all over it has escaped his attention.

As is the fact that he's still carrying a bottle of 409.

He stops when he sees Angela headdesking. Maybe the best option is humor.

"Hi Honey, I'm home." he says weakly.

"I know," Angela said. "I think I promised Cam a personal apology to go with the cupcakes, and I couldn't really write anything last night. Plus I was getting married." She made a face.

Angela's cheeks were scarlet. "Hi, Ricky Ricardo," she said. "Wanna hear about my latest wacky scheme? We both pretend to be real little kids..."

Parker started laughing at that memory. "Oh, God. At least I didn't do taht. You and Marty were so cute though. And sweet! The vows!" She put her head down on her arms as she continued to laugh.

It took Angela a moment, but she started to laugh too. "And he had to spray everything with 409 to kill the cooties!"

"I think everyone was pretty seriously cute. I can't believe Washburn and Freaser let Rory marry them, though."

"I'm pretty sure we weren't pretending," Marty said holding up the bottle of 409. "I still have this thing. And if I'm Ricky? Then you have some 'splanin' to do."

"I am a redhead," Angela said. And then she started to laugh because, really, what can you do?

"I wish could 'splain. That was almost weirder than being a boy."

"At least that could be explained but... geez we're married?" Marty said looking confused. "Does it count if you're under ten and it was officiated by a mountie? I don't think it does. Probably because we were minors. And not in Canada."

"God, I hope not," Angela said, and then realized how it sounded and totally tried to backtrack. "I mean, not that I don't want to marry you." Then she realized that might sound even worse."Or do want to marry you. Or ..."

She gave up. "Can we just revisit this whole subject in, like, six years, and hope we don't have to file for an annulment in the meantime? I'm guessing any wedding where the groom uses 409 to kill the cooties first cannot count."

Marty exhaled in a sigh of relief. "It's okay, I think we're on the same page."

He stops short a little and blinks a second before a small smile creeps across his face.

"So... you still see us together in six years or so?"

Oh, look. Marty found the one thing that would make Angela blush even redder, though she was relieved he wasn't planning a honeymoon. "Maybe?" she said. "Have you thought about after-graduation stuff at all?"

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