Room 220, Monday Night

[swerval_zero]

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.))

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[swerval_zero]

"End scene," Zero agrees. Then she yawns.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker yawns back at her. "Total agreement. Later, sprite. I go, I go, look how I go." And she headed for the door.

[swerval_zero]

"You'll put a girdle 'round the world in forty minutes, no doubt. Kick the brick out on your way." Zero flopped onto her bed. She should probably brush her teeth, but the bathroom was such a long way down the hall...