After work...

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane decides to swing by the Perk for a cup of cocoa to take home with her. The evening is quiet and fairly cool as walks over to the park. She takes a seat on the bench and shrugs out of her denim jacket, leaving her in the white 'Zombie Weekend' t-shirt Angelus had brought over to her, which she'd changed into for work.

She takes a sip of her cocoa and winces slightly at the temperature. Leaning over, she nestles the cup in the grass for a bit so that it can cool and pulls out her cigarettes. She lights one and stretches her long legs out, crossing them at the ankles in front of her as she takes a long drag of her cigarette. She's a little tired - it had been surprisingly busy at the diner after having been very slow since zombie weekend - but doesn't feel like going home, just yet. She lets her head loll back on her shoulders, smoke slowly slipping from between her lips.



[ooc: Come play with me, somebody! :D]

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She walks in, excitement of the debates still coursing through her veins. She just wants some cocoa and something quick to eat before she heads home, but then she sees...]

Shane! Off work?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane smiles broadly, but doesn't move a muscle. "Hey, Ceej. Yeah. How are you?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Wound up. I just moderated the debates. I was on and those kids...wow.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"It went well, then," she murmurs, still smiling, though her eyes remain closed.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Yeah...I didn't realize how much I missed that kind of thing. How are you doing tonight? Lot's of tips?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Shane says, finally lifting her head up and opening her eyes. Her smile broadens slightly as she takes a drag off of her cigarette. "I'm good. These three biker guys showed up at the diner today... they were pretty intense..."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Yikes...bikers? *gets her cocoa and a sandwich* That's scary. You'll have to tell me all about it tomorrow over dinner, ok? I have to run. *Kisses her cheek quickly, her hands full*

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Okay, I will! Say hi to Ten for me," Shane calls after her as she lifts her hand up in a lazy wave.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders is in town late tonight, for no good reason whatsoever other than Yet Another Long Jog. He passes by the girl on the bench and realizes he hasn't been very social lately; maybe that should change.

"Hey."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Hearing an unfamiliar voice, Shane lifts her head up and opens her eyes. "Hey," she says, her tone not unfriendly.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Nice shirt," says Anders, who's still jogging in place, trying to cool down properly. "Where were you during the Big Weekend of Doom?"

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane glances down at her t-shirt and then back up at him, her smirk a little grim. "Thanks. I was in town all Friday night and then at the school for a good part of Saturday," she says. "I get around, I guess. You?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders smiles, but the smile is a little bit bitter and embarrassed. "In the library, mostly. I spent most of Friday night panicking and hiding, and ended up stuck in a shelf in Special Collections on Saturday night." He shrugs. "I guess it was fun, though. In a really traumatizing way."

He does a few light stretches, then sits down on the end of the bench. "You're not a student, are you? I don't think I've seen you around campus."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hey, Special Collections... yeah, I was there, too," Shane says, nodding. After a moment, she grimaces. "Yeah, I had to pitch my clothes... either way, it was zombie guts or the smell of boiling zombies that was never gonna come out. Easier just to replace 'em, y'know?"

Taking a drag off of her cigarette, Shane shakes her head. "No. Well... not yet, anyway," she adds with a smile. "What about you?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I guess I was kind of lucky since my clothes didn't really get gunked up at all. Everybody else on my hall was burning their clothes, though." He laughs.

"I'm technically a student, I guess, but my teachers keep disappearing. I only have to show up for two classes any more, like ever. You're thinking about enrolling, huh? I like it here. It's really weird, but the people are pretty frakkin' cool for the most part."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"I don't think the chick I'm renting my room from would have appreciated that, much," Shane says, chuckling. "Though I can totally understand the urge." She pauses for a moment, considering the stench that clothes covered in dried zombie entrails would cause and wrinkles her nose.

"Yeah, I am," she says, nodding. "I've met a lot of really cool people at the diner where I work. A lot of them are students, so... I'm lucky, I guess. I've got friends there before I even enroll, which is nice."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Pretty convenient," agrees Anders. "I didn't expect to find anybody else from my world, but I've met a few other Colonials around. Not friends exactly, but it's a piece of home. And then there's all the people who look identical. Now that's weird."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"There are people who look identical?" Shane asks, eyebrow quirking. "Not that I don't believe you... I guess... they just don't like diner food or something." She chuckles.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders grins. "Yeah, there's two sets of them living on my floor alone. And none of them are related, except for one pair of actual twins. Most of the rest of them aren't even from the same world."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Leaning over, Shane retrieves her take-out cup of cocoa and gives it a sip. Perfect. Not too hot, not too cold. "Wow," she said, a surprised expression crossing her features for a moment. "Oh, wait... I ... no, wait, I think I might have seen the twins at the church during zombie weekend. Guys, right? Kinda blond? Accents?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, them. They're in my Classics class. Nice guys, from what I can tell." Anders goes quiet for a few moments, gazing cheerfully into the distance. "People here are just cool overall. I thought it was the weirdest place ever when I first got here, but I've gotten used to it. Was it weird for you at first?"

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Taking one last sip of her cocoa, Shane sets her cup back down in the grass and stretches her arms up over her head. "Not really... but weird's relative, y'know?" She says with an easy smile. "Everybody here's different and it's nice."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Anders smiles back. "Well, I've got to head home and get some sleep now, but it was nice meeting you . . . what was your name? I don't think I asked."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"I'm Shane... McCutcheon," she says with a polite nod. "You?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Anders," he replies, and adds, "Samuel Anders, actually, but I don't like my name."

He gets up and turns to head back to the school. "Nice meeting you, Shane. Hope to see you around!"

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you, too, Anders," she says, smiling. "Take it easy."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::wavder into the Perk, looking slight confused. He's carrying a painting of Janet Fraiser in a leather cave-woman bikini, ala Raquel Welch in One Million Years BC::

Need. Coffee.

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

*walks past Ash and his painting on her way to her meeting with Beka*

Do I even want to know why you're carrying that?

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

[ooc: oh look at my horrible spelling above... must pay more attention to my typing ::headdesk::]

::looks down at the painting::

This is Art for the Master-baby! She must have it delivered so that she may be... praised and reviled!

Wait... or is that revered? I can never remember the words right...

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Probably the second one," Shane says helpfully, fighting a smile. "Uhh, I guess nobody filled me in but... who's the, umm... Master-baby?"

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

"You're not the only one wondering," Inara says wryly.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Guess not," Shane says, biting her lip as she lets out a soft huff of laughter.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::presents the painting::

The Master-baby.

::looks down::

Though she's not normally dressed like this.

Unfortunately.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane studies the painting for a moment and then looks back up at him. "Well, that's... very nice," she says, doing her best to sound encouraging, as she smiles. "I'm sure she'll love it."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::smiles, and scratches his chin::

The Master-baby would approve of you. When she rules over all the knuckleheads, you shall be spared!

::laughs, and wanders off::

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Uhh, well... tell her I said hi -- and thanks!" She adds, calling after him as she watches him leave, shaking her head and chuckling to herself.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Alright... I'm not even going to try doing this under the Ash-name, to save myself of logins. I'm willing to talk plots, but just know Ash will be Hathor's bitch minion until tommorow night, I believe.]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Woo! Yeah, feel free to run whatever past me. I'm all for amusing situations. Hence why I have Minion!Ash wandering around campus showing everyone Lisa Cuddy's wonderful painting. ::snicker::]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Wow, I didn't even realize I should be playing to that point. But yes, we can do that. Should be interesting. Ash has already run into issues with Girl!Jake...]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

*blinks uncertainly*

(of all the answers she expected, this isn't one of them)

The 'Master-baby'? Who's the 'Master-baby'?

And if you're talking about praise, it's probably 'revered'. 'Reviled' is in the opposite direction.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Opening her eyes and lifting up her head, she quirks her brow. The voice is familiar. Sorta. Though she's never laid eyes on the guy attached to it. "Ash, right?" She asks, brows furrowing. "Are you okay, man?"

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::looks suspiciously at the girl::

::strokes his chin::

I'm Ashley, servant of Queen Master-baby. I need coffee so I may continue my search for her. ::presents the painting::

She needs her art!

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I ... I totally understand that, man... it's cool," Shane says, lazily holding up her hand as her arm is draped along the top of the bench. "There's a coffee shop a few blocks from here, but I think they're closed." She pauses, giving it some thought. "You might try the Qwik Stop, though."