swerval_zero | The A/V Lab, All Day Wednesday

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The A/V Lab, All Day Wednesday

Zero was, as had become her wont, camped out in front of a screen, lit by its pale glow. She was probably starting to look like she hadn't seen the sun in years, but the movie was really coming together.

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"Hunh, what?" Parker leaned back in her chair, thinking. "And how long has it been for him? I heard Luke brought him back, but... has he even met Luke's mom yet? God, I hate time travel."

Zero shrugged. "I have no idea, I didn't ask. He looks older, but not, like, old enough to have a kid Luke's age. Maybe in his twenties, Arsenal's age or so. And huh, he didn't act like the band was news, huh."

"Hunh," Parker repeated, frowning. "Maybe Luke mentioned it? Although I can't think why...." She swiveled in her chair, considering, then shook her head. "I'm glad he's alive again. Still. Whichever. Maybe I'll drop him a note to tell him that. I can't imagine he'd want to see me, we weren't exactly speaking when he left."

Zero shrugged. "I'll ask him about it next time I see him. Play nice, Parker. He seems really happy to be back."

Parker held her hands up in surrender. "Hey, no grudge left here. At least on my part. I'm just glad that Heavy-Breathing Dork-Mask didn't get to kill him. Or didn't kill him yet. Or-- yeah, however that works. And God knows he'll be the first non-evil Ethics teacher we've ever had."

"Professor Darth Dark Lord Vader Sir wasn't so bad...really...no, okay, he was that bad," Zero acquiesced.

"He really was. Reactive, bad-tempered, detention-giving, and this is all stuff I got from the Radio and just two encounters with the guy. I'm so glad I wasn't taking Ethics." Parker shook her head. "But hey. Footage! With a bucket!"

"I did take Ethics, an' he was kinda a squiggler, but Jamie was in there too and took the brunt of the punishment, 'cause Jamie is insane. And yes! Bucket!"

"Jamie is insane. But entertainingly so." Parker grinned, and toasted Darth Buckethead. "Bon voyage, dude. We won't miss ya." She tilted her head and muttered, "Unlike a few other people."

"Hmm?" Zero asked around a mouthful of popcorn.

"Bel." Parker reached over and grabbed a handful of popcorn. "Not that I'm going to miss him so much, but half of everyone else I know is having a really rough time of it." She rolled her eyes. "Especially Daisy."

"What d'you know about that, anyway?" Zero asked. "I didn't hear a thing about it until the memorial service was announced on the radio, an' that was after it happened. Of course, that does explain the bagpipes during Ellen's opening monologue..." Then Parker's last sentence caught up with her and she frowned even more. "Wait, Daisy? What?"

"Oy. Huge thing." Parker tried to think how to summarize, and worked it down to: "Bel was possessed since before Christmas by something called the Source of All Evil. Isabel figured it out, but wanted to check on it by dreamwalking, and asked me to be her spotter-- that's how I found out when he caught her at it. He put us under a spell to keep us quiet, we managed to break it, Possessed Guy attacked Angel and didn't succeed, he disappeared for a while, hid out in Blair, got exorcised by the Winchesters, went to the Underworld, then a ton of people went down to get Phoebe who he'd dragged down there with him, they had to vanquish him, and the real Bel is dead." She took a breath. "By all accounts. I wasn't in on that."

Then she took another sip of her drink. "Bel and Daisy were... friends. But you really gotta talk to Daisy about that, if you want more details."

"Okay, I remember the you not bein' able to talk thing. I knew nothing about the rest of it." Zero frowned. "That squalls. I didn't like Bel, but that still squalls."

"Yeah. Poor bastard." Parker sighed. "We never hit it off, but he deserved better than that. And he had friends who were trying to help." She shook her head. "Not fair."

"Now I almost feel bad using my footage of him from everybody's-gone-crazy weekend."

"Awwww." Parker sighed, trying to remember, then gave up. "What was he doing that weekend?"

"He was a spirit of sweetness and light. There were pink sparkles. And he tried to hug me."

Parker laughed. "Ohhh, man. I'm sorry I was too homicidal and bank-robbing to pick up on that." She shook her head. "Maybe save it 'til last? I don't know. I wouldn't cut it out entirely, though...."

"Like a little 'in memoriam' thing? That could work," Zero said with a nod.

"Yeah. Maybe he was being the Anti-Bel, but he was still happy, it sounds like. People would like to see that." Parker finished off her drink, shaking her head. "The thing this weekend, if it goes right-- I'll be back on Saturday." She tapped her fingers on the console. "Not that you told me how to do anything, but thanks for not showing me stuff."

"And if you're not back by Sunday, where do I go to post bail?" Zero asked. "And if I'm not posting bail, how big an army should I bring?"

"Hillman, Connecticutt," Parker said after a long moment of consideration. "And it's fifty-fifty on whether it would be bail or the cavalry. Hillman Marine. Big warehouse. Guards. It should be okay. But, well..." She shrugged. "I've been wrong before." After another long moment, she rolled her eyes. "And Jarod would know of a back way in. Just please, please, don't tell him unless you absolutely can't find us anywhere else."

Zero nodded. "Can do. Do me a favor an' be careful, though."

"Always." Parker smiled, and plinked Zero's ponytail as she got up. "I'll call and take you out to brunch as soon as we're back."

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