LOCKED (Rory stay out)

[swerval_zero]

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.)

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker jingled her keys. "We're going to have to walk into town to where I'm keeping the Porsche. Stupid new rules. Have you got the address?"



_{[ooc: back in a 30 min, must grab food]}

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, right here. *digs out a sheet of paper* We have to go to Richmond. One of the guys who used to play drums wi' my mum breeds Papillons there, which I didn' know before, so that works out.

(ooc: Shit, I'll probably be gone then. Carry on without me!)

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Okay, that's more than a hour's drive. We should get back before dinner, then."


_{[ooc: We'll slow-play it, my bad, I screwed up the timezones.]}

[swerval_zero]

Then we'd best get started, I guess. *starts off toward town*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

They got to the parking garage about twenty minutes later, and Parker paid to get the car out with barely-concealed irritation. "SO much easier when I could keep it close to the school...."

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, well, this is why we invented comfortable shoes. *resists powerful urge to fiddle with radio as they pull out onto the causeway*

(ooc: Is it a causeway or a bridge?)

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker shoves a handful of CD's into her hands. "Pick something." There is Aimee Mann, Barenaked Ladies, Pink, Annie Lennox, some classical music, Anggun, and Dave Matthews Band. She taps her fingers on the steering wheel, glad to be driving again, but missing the cigarettes, since they so often went together.

"How much is this soon-to-be-undead puppy going to cost?"


_{[ooc: No idea, but we'll go with causeway for now.]}

[swerval_zero]

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*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

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...."

[swerval_zero]

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''?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

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

[swerval_zero]

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.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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."

[swerval_zero]

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?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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."

[swerval_zero]

Oh, yeah, they're swoomish.

I haven', actually, but there you go.

*rummages through purse* Ooooh. Swerval. *points one at Parker*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*chortling* Zing!

"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."

[swerval_zero]

That was nice of him. D'you know why he got all that stuff for you?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[swerval_zero]

*looks at map, suddenly begins waving hands around spastically* The exit! The exit!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Jesus!

*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?

[swerval_zero]

*still gripping the door frame with white knuckles* You drive like Arsenal.

*looks at map* Take the second left.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Really, how good to know. *breath*

Right. Left.

*driviness*

Here?

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, and then right on *squints at map* Hudson. Which intersects with Mad's street...I dunno, about twenty blocks up.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

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?"