Chez Hopeless-Savage-Parker, New York, Friday

[swerval_zero]

"Go for credit in the straight world
Look a dealer in the eye
Go for credit in the real world
Won't you try?"

Zero was singing as she surfed the job listings on Craigslist. This might or might not be a product of the weirdness of her particular alma mater. It was hard to say with Zero. Sometimes she just sang.

"I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world
You won't die."

When she jumped up and started bouncing around the living room like it was her own personal mosh pit...well, that could have gone either way, too.

"Instant credit in the straight world
Leaving money when you die
Lots of credit in the real world
Gets you high."

((Open to calls, texts, e-mails, That Guy, etc.))

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[swerval_zero]

"That's because they're boy geniuses," Zero said with the authority of someone who had brothers, one of whom was kind of a boy genius himself, and who lived with another boy genius. "If it's not sharks it's all computers and blowing up things in the backyard."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I suspect Alex wants a third-world country for Christmas," Parker said gloomily, once she had her breath back. "I'm considering letting him make a dinosaur to distract him from that. Do you think he'd be okay if we got him some C-4 and aimed him at a revolution?"

[swerval_zero]

"Just as long as you don't give Angelo C4," Zero said.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"God no," Parker blurted. "That way lies needing new offices." She sighed, and propped her head on her hands. "It's like living on-- Skullcrusher Moutain," Parker sang. "I hope you've that enjoyed your stay so far, I see you've met my assistant Scarface. Yes, that was aimed at you, Alex. Shut up." She sighed. "Monkey ponies and sharks, dinosaurs and computer viruses to take over Google. I need a vacation somewhere with too many shoes. Not that there's ever too many shoes."

[swerval_zero]

Zero didn't see why you needed other shoes when there were combat boots in the world, but she knew she and Parker were of two minds there. "I'm surprised you're not singin' that song about the Louboutins." Zero mispronounced it, because like she knew about shoes.

Even though she actually owned a pair of Louboutins, but shhhh, they were hot pink boots with graffiti on them. They were her super-formal shoes.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Oh. Thanks, Zero.

"...I didn't even know this song existed."

"I'm throwin' on my Laboutins
I'm throwin' on my Laboutins
I'm throwin' on my Laboutins
I'm throwin' on my Laboutins..." At least the guys were backing away in fear now?

[swerval_zero]

"Seriously? I would've thought you had it on your iPod."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"It's been a busy fall," Parker said wearily. "You know. Kingdoms to overthrow. Sharks to hybridize. Corporations to undermine. And my minions to kill. I'm swamped."

"Not your minions!"