Camp Dave, Thursday Midmorning

[swerval_zero]

Zero had had a long night. She'd spent over an hour in a cage trying to convince some people she wasn't really a fairy, despite the purple hair and flowers, then gone to an African dance workshop before watching movies 'til dawn. Then, there had been pancakes. God, goddess, or whatever they preferred love the pancake people.

Now, she was unwinding with a cup of chai from the Cafe and watching the bustle at the center of the city as workers hastened to rebuild the Man. The open notebook and acoustic guitar next to her on the beach towel indicated songwriting in progress, except for the part where progress didn't seem to be getting made. Doodles of spiders, fairies, and men made of leaves filled the page instead.

Life was good.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grinned and asked the maitre'd, "Could we have two lemonades, and some little flags to wave?"

"Of course, madam."

"I love this place."

[swerval_zero]

"Told you," Zero said smugly, just before she threw up the fist of rock and yelled, "Woooo, Rat!" as her brother climbed back onstage.

"Sorry about that, guys," he said into the microphone. "My little sister's in the audience. Uh. Don't tell our mom." On a three-count, the band launched into "Cuddlebug."