swerval_zero: (shh I'm studying/writing Zero)
swerval_zero ([personal profile] swerval_zero) wrote2006-02-27 09:48 pm

Room 220, Monday Night

Once again, Zero's door was propped open with the brick. She's not working on the play now, though. She has her headphones on (so loud the lyrics can probably be heard from the hallway) and is writing something in a notebook.

It might be that romance novel she was working on in the library the other day. Who knows?

((Opened for someone specific, but anyone is welcome.))

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-28 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Why to save us from the child most foul
My mistress would give him to your kind of all,
and take you as a courtier,
but that a promise made doth bind her
to keep the brat around.
Okay, I can't rhyme worth a damn. Think you that a merry trick
would make all glad, and your false lord sad?"


Parker examined a non-existent knife, then frowned. "Maybe Vala should meet Miho before she starts doing this part."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-28 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Point."

"Danger from his fangs of fun
Ruin from the temper of a Hun
Therefore, to Oberon we give, and
he, unbound from vow
May change him to a cow
Or give him to a sow
We don't care how
But that the changeling boy
Be taken far from our joy.
It's as plausible as what Shakespeare came up with, you've got to admit."

Parker did another spin-kick, but aimed it at the bed, not Zero this time.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-28 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
"He must what? Never mind, I can't talk."

Parker assumed one last pose, then said, "Be it so, we shall forgive.
The child elsewhere must live.
Come, Puck, us to plot and twine
and every trick tod undermine.
Or something."

Parker grinned. "End scene?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-28 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Parker yawns back at her. "Total agreement. Later, sprite. I go, I go, look how I go." And she headed for the door.