Zero and Peter's Apartment, LA, Monday Evening

[swerval_zero]

So there was a show about models. Normally Zero ignored those, because the stupid hurt her brain and she'd gotten enough of it that one time she'd volunteered to help out at Claude's show, anyway, but this show about models was different. This show about models had someone she knew in it. A former bandmate, even. So Zero was camped out on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn in her lap and Fish perched on one shoulder, cheering Chad on.

She just hoped being around other models didn't somehow leach his brains.

((Open for phone, e-mail, or either person named Parker who is not a blonde))

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[swerval_zero]

"Yeh, but," Zero flopped back, causing Fish to squawk and take wing. "Iunno."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"What's to know? Do you want it distributed, or don't you?" Parker asked with uncharacteristic patience. "It's not like you have to pull a Spike Lee to get it financed, it's already finished."

[swerval_zero]

Zero flailed. "I think I'm good at the making stuff end of things. Not so much the..." and now we were back to yanking on her hair. "Getting people to buy them. Stupid capitalism."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's finger-tapping stopped, and her eyes narrowed. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

[swerval_zero]

"Hmmm?" Zero asked. "Oh, hey. Want some popcorn?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Parker said, distracted, then, "And if I don't actually use my powers for evil, you'd be good with it getting distributed, right?"

Parker's definition of 'evil' having expanded a great deal in the last month or so, but still.

[swerval_zero]

Zero held out the bowl and said sarcastically, "Ummm let me think yes."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker gave her a small, wicked smile. "Right. I'm going to consider myself empowered to act on your behalf, to get Peepcapolypse into a hundred theaters by October. Maybe more. It's a helluva lot better than Starbucks."

[swerval_zero]

Zero shuddered. "We do not speak that name in this house."