Zero waits on the front steps of the school for Parker. They really need to get a move on if they're going to beat traffic on the mainland and pick up the puppy on time.
(ooc: I'll be offline in a bit, so Parker is free to god-mode Zero as necessary.)
Hundred and twenty-five. He doesn' meet the breed standard or somethin', an', well, old friend of my mum's, so I get a discount. Luckily he hasn' asked yet what I'm doin' with the squallin' thing.
*Flips through CDs. Finally chooses Anggun at random*
They're going 70mph, rushing along with waves on either side of them.
Only tell me that you still want me here When you wander off out there To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow In that dry white ocean alone
Parker is smiling, secretly. Then she shakes her head. "Okay, so, are you sure you want to go through with the vamping-the-puppy part of this? A real puppy would be just as good as a gift...."
She wants a vampire puppy. I dunno, though, we're sorta runnin' out of time. Think I could give her the puppy as-is with a note? Somethin' like 'IOU one vampin''?
Parker looks relieved. "Actually, yes, I think that's a good idea. For all you know, she wasn't serious about the vamping. Or may not want it after she meets the puppy. Did you ever figure out what that Big Dumb Book (tm) said about making new vamps?"
They are approaching the end of the causeway, and Parker is slowing down.
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above For snow to fall on the Sahara
Professor Pierson hasn' gotten back to me with the translation yet. Maybe I'll get lucky and there'll be some, I dunno, mystical whosit taped to the back cover.
"That'd be a switch. Something magic that's easy?" Parker turns the Porsche onto the highway, and checks the map.
"Forty miles. Is it just me, or is it good to be off the island? I am never giving this car up, never, never. Although I may need to get a Vespa to get around easier, if they're going to make it such a big deal about keeping it near the school."
She grins. "Made easier by the $20 that John Crichton has to pay me tonight! Woo! One week without smoking."
Congrats, Parker! An' Vespas are cool. *pulls on sunglasses*
I was thinkin'. Twitch has caffeinated soap, which was a squallin' awful idea but apparently his boyfriend had done somethin' wrong that week an' there you have it. Maybe you could get somethin' like that? I mean, it's only your stomach it's screwin' up, right?
"Thanks. You think? I'd still rather drive the Porsche."
Parker laughs. "Have you been talking to O'Neill? He got me some, on Monday. As well as some other little toys you need to see." She hmms, then says, "Look in my purse. There's two little things in there that can amuse us the next time we're stuck in the library too long."
"He got me a ton of stuff, mostly to help me quit smoking. I haven't worn the 'No, you can't have a f*ckin' cigarette' T-shirt yet, but I did manage to zap the TV and mess with Anders. You've got to see the rest of it when we get back."
"Probably because he saw me suffering in class with the ulcer, and thinks I really need to quit. Which is cool of him." Parker starts slowing down as she looks for the exit. "What's the turn-off we're looking for?"
Parker takes them the requisite twenty blocks at a slow crawl, looking out for local cops who like to ticket Porsches, and slows down in front of a Victorian home with gold gables and a fenced yard. "Is this it?"
Parker follows him inside, and notes that several more Papillons are nestling on the couch, around the corner of the TV, and under the chairs. They perk up, ridiculous ears waving like flags, when new people come in, and four of them swarm the newcomers. She ruthlessly suppresses her first omg, pupppies! instinct, and crosses her arms.
"Yes. She's turning seventeeen next week." Parker studies the one trying to pet her shoe, and can't help but grin. "They're certainly very cute. The one we're buying-- he's healthy though? And do we have to take him to a vet to get fixed later, or get any shots, or is he ready to go, so to speak?"
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Date: 2005-10-20 02:14 am (UTC)*Flips through CDs. Finally chooses Anggun at random*
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Date: 2005-10-20 02:26 am (UTC)Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean alone
Parker is smiling, secretly. Then she shakes her head. "Okay, so, are you sure you want to go through with the vamping-the-puppy part of this? A real puppy would be just as good as a gift...."
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Date: 2005-10-20 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 02:37 am (UTC)They are approaching the end of the causeway, and Parker is slowing down.
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the Sahara
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Date: 2005-10-20 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 02:44 am (UTC)"Forty miles. Is it just me, or is it good to be off the island? I am never giving this car up, never, never. Although I may need to get a Vespa to get around easier, if they're going to make it such a big deal about keeping it near the school."
She grins. "Made easier by the $20 that John Crichton has to pay me tonight! Woo! One week without smoking."
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Date: 2005-10-20 02:51 am (UTC)I was thinkin'. Twitch has caffeinated soap, which was a squallin' awful idea but apparently his boyfriend had done somethin' wrong that week an' there you have it. Maybe you could get somethin' like that? I mean, it's only your stomach it's screwin' up, right?
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Date: 2005-10-20 03:02 am (UTC)Parker laughs. "Have you been talking to O'Neill? He got me some, on Monday. As well as some other little toys you need to see." She hmms, then says, "Look in my purse. There's two little things in there that can amuse us the next time we're stuck in the library too long."
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Date: 2005-10-20 03:06 am (UTC)I haven', actually, but there you go.
*rummages through purse* Ooooh. Swerval. *points one at Parker*
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Date: 2005-10-20 03:20 am (UTC)"He got me a ton of stuff, mostly to help me quit smoking. I haven't worn the 'No, you can't have a f*ckin' cigarette' T-shirt yet, but I did manage to zap the TV and mess with Anders. You've got to see the rest of it when we get back."
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Date: 2005-10-20 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-20 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 03:45 am (UTC)*brakes, swerves, passes a guy on the right, manages to just *barely* make the exit*
Christ.
*breathes*
O. Kay. Which way from here, Madam Navigator?
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Date: 2005-10-20 03:47 am (UTC)*looks at map* Take the second left.
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:07 am (UTC)Right. Left.
*driviness*
Here?
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 04:29 am (UTC)*A guy with a blue mohawk opens the front door, and a pair of Papillons runs out.*
"Li'l Skanky Zero! You grew! Not much, but you grew!"
*Zero grins at Parker* Yeah, we're in the right place.
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 04:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 04:34 am (UTC)Very nicely, Parker offers a handshake. "It's good to meet you, Mr. Redding. Thank you for arranging this sale for our friend's birthday present."
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:39 am (UTC)*Zero asks him,* Is there something wrong with him?
"Nah, he's jus' not show dog quality. Make a fine pet, though. You said it's for y'friend's birthday?"
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:42 am (UTC)omg, pupppies!instinct, and crosses her arms."Yes. She's turning seventeeen next week." Parker studies the one trying to pet her shoe, and can't help but grin. "They're certainly very cute. The one we're buying-- he's healthy though? And do we have to take him to a vet to get fixed later, or get any shots, or is he ready to go, so to speak?"
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:54 am (UTC)"He's in the pink a'health. I've already done the first round of shots an' wormed the litter. He can be fixed in about four months."
*The Puppy licks Parker's fingers*
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