Though She Is But Little, She Be Fierce

"WHEEEEEEEEEEE!"

That would be one Miss Skank Zero Hopeless-Savage, dancing around holding her phone. "I got the jo-ob, I got the jo-ob! I start tomorrow, I got the jo-ob!"

And that would be the 'I got a job' song, as styled by Miss Skank Zero Hopeless-Savage. Creative, not really. But it had heart!

((Open to phone calls, e-mails, and fellow apartment dwellers.))

Zero was pretty much ready for prom. Well, kind of. She was wearing a bathrobe still. But she had super-swerval hair. And she needed her date before she could move forward with her plan. Which some might call evil, it was true. Zero preferred 'mischievous.'

Zero was lying on her bed reading one of her textbooks when Janine limped in. "Oi?" Zero asked.

"Oi?" Janine echoed.

"You're limping."

"Oh, that. I almost got run down by an NYC cab." Zero just blinked at her. "They're filming over by the business school."

"Ugh, again?"

"New York cabs, New York cops, dead body in the water. Welcome to LA."

Zero laughed and grabbed her laptop.

TO: [FH List]
FROM: skank.hopelesssavage@usc.edu
SUBJECT: So how's your day been?

My roommate almost got hit by an NYC cab today! And on Monday I wound up in the background of a scene for Spirit Mutterer (wrong place wrong time). What's up with you lot?

-0

Janine and Zero were both working on projects and getting hungry, so Janine was dispatched to Tro Gro for food, since Zero had gone for coffee last. She returned a few minutes later, tossed a sandwich in Zero's lap, and went back to her computer.

Zero took one bite out of her sandwich and said, "Janine. Whoss this?"

"It's turkey. You asked for turkey. God knows why, I can't imagine how anyone could eat turkey again after last week."

"S'not turkey. It tastes like...evil."

A dissection of Zero's sandwich revealed that it contained not only turkey, lettuce, and mayonnaise (the usual suspects) but also pesto, cranberry sauce, ranch dressing, and a smidge of wasabi ("Why?" Janine wanted to know. "Why would you do that?"). The girls boggled at it for a moment, then Janine went to get their friends to come see while Zero went back to Tro Gro to see if they had any food that wasn't insane.

((OOC: Caused by morpherboy's RL encounter with this exact sandwich. Open to phone calls and e-mail.))

Parker and Zero had wandered from camp to camp, then followed the fire
dancers through the streets before sitting down at one of the break
camps to take a breath.

"Last night." Parker checked her watch. "Three hours to the re-burn."
She yawned. "Man. What haven't we done yet?"

( Taken over the playa, Pinky. )

In the VW bus camp could be found a van that was neither a VW nor a bus, but was large and teal. On top of this van was a small tent. Beside the van was an awning, with beach towels beneath it. And on these beach towels lounged Zero Hopeless-Savage, dressed in scrub pants, combat boots, and a sports bra. She had playa dust up to her knees, her left arm was spattered with blue paint (she honestly couldn't remember how that had happened), and next to her sat a lawn gnome.

It had been a good day.

Everything was packed up, her guitar was securely in its case, and Fish's cage was even covered and ready for transport. Now all Zero had to do was ferry it all down to Dave and point the big teal van toward Flange City.

Except for how she really didn't want to.

((Open to all! Last chance to say goodbye to Zero!))

Zero woke up fuzzy.

And because someone was poking her.

She swatted at the offending finger, then realized there really shouldn't have been anyone else in this room. Parker was in Russia and Peter was in New York, so...

She opened her eyes to find a strange boy looking down at her. "Wake up," he said. "Wake up wake up //wake up//."

Okay, that last 'wake up' had been in Chinese. "Mew?" //What?//

//What?// the boy echoed. "Are you my mummy?"

Zero glanced over at the birdcage--the empty birdcage--by the window. Oh squall.

Zero? Facepawed.

Even though it was just a short trip to Arlington, Zero had stocked Dave with snacks, a cooler full of drinks, and entertainment--such as 'Teach Yourself Guitar' and 'Drumming Made Easy.' Now all she needed was the band.

Dear squall, she hoped the band showed up.