fandomtownies | Perkolator: Monday Evening, Part 2

Leaning against the building, Shane smokes a cigarette while she waits for Rover to show up. She'd come for some coffee and wound up stuck at a crime scene, instead.

George, limping and grumbling about her ass-bruise, approaches the Perkolator in hopes of a nice tall cup of coffee. She barely notes a woman is leaning near the door.

"What the shit?" she growls when she tries to walk in the door and finds it locked. She then notices the CLOSED sign. "Goddammit! What does a girl gotta do to get a cup of coffee in this town?"

"Uhh, sorry... we're waiting for the cops," Shane says. She takes a long drag on her cigarette and carefully aims a thin stream of smoke at the air so that it doesn't get blown into anyone's face accidentally. She jerks her thumb in the direction of the door. "Somebody tried to set Hank on fire."

George starts a little, turning to look at the other woman. "Did you say someone tried to kill Hank? The big blue guy?" Her brow furrows. "Why would anyone want to do something like that? He's, like, completely harmless."

Shane shrugs. "I don't know," she says apologetically, a similar look of bewilderment on her face. "Somebody threw a glass bottle into Red's shop earlier, too. I'm thinking it might be the same person." She tips her head in the direction of the door, indicating the kid they currently have tied up and unconscious on the floor inside the Perk.

"Well, that sucks ass." George peers into the Perk's window. She gives Hank a half-hearted wave. "Do you have any idea who that guy is? Is he a student?"

A small smile curls her lips as she watches the young woman wave at Hank through the window. "I don't know, I've never seen him before," she says. "He looks like he's about our age, though, maybe. So I guess so."

George shoves both hands into the pockets of her cardigan and sighs. "Well, maybe I should stick around. In the name of news and all. I'm supposed to be on the student newspaper."

"Yeah?" Shane asks, quirking a brow as she smiles. "It does seem like this might make a pretty interesting story..."

George smiles back faintly and leans on the building beside her. "I'm George Lass, by the way."

Shane gives her a strangely gentlemanly nod. "Shane McCutcheon, nice to meet you," she murmurs.

"And, hey, it looks like the cavalry's here... (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/136973.html?thread=4245261#t4245261)"

*rover rolled up to the Perkolator.*

*he saw the closed sign.*

*but he was called here to pick up student.*

*so rover bounced against the door hoping someone would open it.*

*then he could roll in.*

Seeing a large white... spherical ball thing come rolling up to the Perk, Shane arched her eyebrow. She vaguely remembered seeing the same ball bouncing down the hallway one evening at the PD when she'd gone to pick up Kate.

Pushing away from the wall, she watched as the ball bounced itself against the door. "Uhhh... Rover, I guess... right?" She asked uncertainly, but politely. She reached over and opened the door for ... him. "There ya go, man."

George stares; it's the first time she's actually seen Rover.

Smith looks up as Shane opens the door and hears "There ya go, man." She looks at Rover with a slack, disbelieving gaze.

"Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me."

Pulling herself together, she nods at the kid and says, "You're Rover, I take? I don't know if this kid is one of yours, but he tried to set Hank on fire and we can't get a hold of the cops. Can you hold him until we figure out what the fuck he thought he was doing?"

George peers in the door, listening to the exchange. "And the kid did this without provocation?" She broke in. "Like, Hank didn't hit on him, or give him a cafe latte when he actually ordered tea or something?"

Shane flicks her cigarette away and leans on the other side of the doorway, hooking her thumbs into her pockets as she watches the goings-on with a bemused expression.

::waves George in::

You're already here, you may as well get it directly from me rather than from the rumor mill.

::directed at both Rover and George::

I had just finished talking to Veronica Mars over by her table and walked back behind the counter as she left. Presumably, this kid snuck back there while I was talking with her. About five minutes after I returned behind the counter, I smelled hair burning and felt heat on my skin. I looked down, saw that the fur on my leg was on fire, cursed and started trying to beat it out. A customer raced over and dumped a pitcher of water on me, which put out the fire. I'm not sure where she went after that, however.

At this point, it's Mrs. Smith's story.

Smith sighs and talks to Rover.

"I was talking with Shane at her table when I heard Hank curse. As I was racing over, I spotted this kid trying to run away. I beat him to the door and blocked it, which is when he dove for the front window. Unfortunately for him, I had it reinforced after Zombie Weekend and all he did was bounce off it. I think it knocked him unconscious, but he could be faking it.

"I sent Hank into the back to dry off and get some tablecloths to make into rope, Shane called the cops and you, we tied up the kid in case he woke up and now you're here."

George approaches the bound kid cautiously and nudges him with the toe of her shoe. She can see his profile, but it's not ringing any bells. "I've never seen this kid before. I think. I do have a bad habit of not attending class much."

*squeaky, rubber noises as rover rolled into the shop.*

*he saw the kid.*

*he didn't recognize the kid.*

*he wondered if the kid was really a student.*

*but rover was there to help.*

*he liked to help.*

*he liked keeping the peace and security of the campus.*

*...and the students.*

*...sometimes...*

*rolling over the kid, he disappeared.*

*and reappeared in the principal's office closet.*

*rover wiggled once at the assembled and rolled out.*

*squeaking through the door, he headed for the principal's office.*

*he would stand guard until the principal showed up in the morning.*

*she would figure out what to do with him.*

*she was good at that.*

*...if not a bit unstable...*

Shane leaned back out of the doorway so that Rover could pass, brows arched. "Uhh... thanks," she called after him. Looking over at George, she frowned. "Where the fuck did the kid go?"

"Uh..." George looks doubtful. "The big white thing ate him?"

With a similarly dubious look, Shane turns and leans out to one side just slightly, watching Rover as he rolls his way back up the street. After a moment, she just shakes her head and sighs as she rests her head on the door frame. "California had Pride... here, we have big white balls that eat kids who try to set blue guys on fire and try to jump through bullet-proof cafe windows," she murmurs.

"Maybe the kid was on something," George suggests, only half-kidding. "Like, you know, PCP or MDMA or ASAP or whatever. A normal, sane person doesn't try to hurl themselves through a plate glass window."

A grin tugs at one corner of Shane's mouth. "Yeah, maybe... but considering all the, uhhh... interesting people I've met in this town? I'm thinking space alien," she says, nodding.

George laughs shortly. "You're probably right." She sighs mournfully over the loss of a good cup of coffee.

"Well," she begins, turning to Shane. "I guess I'll head back. Do you live in the dorms? Because, um, with all this attacking going on, we'd probably be a lot better off if we used the buddy system."

"Actually," Shane begins as she straightens up from the door. She pulls her cellphone out and looks at the time. "Ahh, shit. I'm almost late for work. Umm." She turns to George. "You said you wanted coffee, right? If you want, you can walk with me, I work over at Deb's. I was just on my way over there when all this shit happened. They've got awesome coffee."

George grins. "You've said the magic words. Lead the way!"

Shane smiles broadly as she stuffs her cellphone back into her pocket. "Cool. It's just a few blocks from here... (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/135783.html)"

Smith stares at the now-empty spot on the floor and then turns to Hank.

"You weren't kidding with that 'near omnipotent' thing, were you.

"Jeez, that thing's creepy.

"Anyway. head home, everyone. The rest of the night's a loss and I can close up by myself."

"Ouch." George winces in sympathy. "Are you okay and everything?"

::sighs::

Just a little charred, thankfully. Well, charred and damp. I'm going to go home and finish drying off.

Good night, George, Shane, Mrs. Smith. ::nods to each::

George offers Hank a lopsided smile. "'Nite."

::realizes what she said about hitting on the kid::

Hey! I'll have you know that he's very much NOT my type, thankyouverymuch.

::grumpsnorts::

Knowing it would probably be inappropriate to burst out laughing, Shane just bites her bottom lip, ducking her head as she smiles down at her boots.

::looks suspiciously at Shane, but lets it slide::

George smirks. "No offense meant."

::considers it::

::in a grumpy tone:: None taken, I suppose. This has just not been one of my better nights.

((OOC: *pats*))

The kid is still out cold. (OOC: Until the mun can figure out what to do with him!)

Perkolator: Monday Evening, Part 2

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