Room 220, Sunday Afternoon/Evening

[swerval_zero]

The door was propped open by a brick Zero had scavenged from somewhere, and for once there was no loud music playing, not even over the headphones. Zero lay on the bed that was actually her bed, as opposed to the couch-like one, muttering to herself.

"'The king doth keep his revels here to-night:
Take heed the queen come not within his sight;
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she as her attendant hath
A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king...'"

"Gremlin baby Jesus!"

"Quiet, Fish. 'She never had so sweet a changeling;
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild;' bloody little usurper. That's my job!"

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Deal!"

[swerval_zero]

"Swerval. Er. You are goin' to get Gremlin Baby Jesus Changeling Boy a muzzle, right?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hell yes. Even if I have to get it specially made. Anyone who questions Us on that," Parker said, working the Royal Highness vibe, "Can be assigned babysitting duty for Our little darling."

[swerval_zero]

"You're very good at that."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grinned. "Thanks. We'll see if it holds up under stage lights, and audience, Lee glaring at me, and Gremlin Baby Jesus escaping. Art thou ready to cause mischief, Puck?"