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]

"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.

[swerval_zero]

"I shall tell Oberon
That the boy must become gone."

Zero makes a face, that rhyme clearly not up to her standards.

"It may be, ninja huntress,
that we must trick your fairy mistress
to remove her vow and the child.
For I am told he is right wild."

[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...