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Lisa and Marshall, after meeting up in the dorms, stroll into town on their first date.

Lisa grins, continually wiping her palms on her pants as they make idle chit-chat, hoping that Marshall doesn't notice and think she's abnormally sweaty. Usually, it is the back of her neck that gets a little sweaty, right under her hair, and her hair is thankfully full enough to hide it. But not this time, of course not. Now she's Palmer Hyperhidrosis McGee over here.

This was so much easier when she was dating a vampire that was just pretending to like her.

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Marshall grins back, wiping his palms on his shirt as they make idle chit-chat, hoping Lisa doesn't notice and think he's abnormallly sweaty. Usually, it's his brow that gets all sorts of droplets, and he's always alone when that happens so it doesn't matter. But not this time, of course not. Now he's Captain Epidermal Fluid Excretion over here.

This was so much easier when he was being used by a cute blonde girl.

Caught up in her own personal secretion melee, Lisa does not notice Marshall's nervous gestures.

She swings her purse back and forth with the arm that isn't between them. That's carefree, right? She's a carefree, independent woman. Sassy, even. She'll go so far as to say she's sassy.

And... she send it flying in to the air by mistake. She turns to him and shakes her head - her klutz mojo doesn't even bother her much at this point, even on a date. Picking it up, she smiles.

"So, what's your story? Where are you from?"

"Um, I'm from California originally. Racked up a college degree... or three... ~~worked for Spydean as his Op Tech guru~~ and now I'm here. There's, um, not a lot to tell. I was President of the Science Club my junior and senior years of high school."

"Really?" Lisa's eyes don't actually twinkle, but if this were a romance novel, they so would. Her voice brims with excitement. "I run the Science Club at school! I mean, I mostly just come up with experiments that may or may not be legal or responsible for the members, it's really not a big deal. What kind of projects did you organize?"

"Um, well. It was kind of just me and this other kid... so it was mostly just me. I entered the Rube Goldberg Machine contest my Senior year. Using a hamster, a series of pulleys, a recording of Neil Diamond in Concert, a bunsen burner, an egg, and more marbles than you'd think you'd need, I shut off an alarm clock. It took 47 steps. I got 2nd Place. The other guy used a United States Senator." He frowns briefly at the thought of his defeat.

She looks suitably awed ~~and a little turned-on~~, "Wow, you were totally robbed. Two questions - One, did it have to be Neil Diamond? I mean, did it rely on the frequency of his voice or something, or the vibrations of the tempo, or do you just like Neil Diamond? Two, have you ever met Professor MacGuyver?"

"We were, um, trying to annoy the chicken into laying an egg, so yeah," he said, smiling, "it had to be Neil Diamond. And, uh, no. Haven't had the pleasure of meeting Mr. MacGyver yet. 'sides, I work in making things smaller now. Like, um, concealing an MP3 player inside an earring."

"That would make my morning runs so much easier. You haven't engineered any bionic sneakers, have you? That would really help," she says playfully.

Marshall grins. "I might, uh, just be able to do that. Careful that they, um, don't get you too carried away, though, cuz that would mean you'd run off and I might not see you again. And I kinda like seeing you."

No blushing. Under no circumstances... Liiiiiisa. Lisa!

The attempts at being her own personal drill instructor fail, and she can feel the heat high on her cheeks even though the night air is quite cool, as they visibly turn a brilliant pink. "No, that's okay, really. I was just teasing." She fiddles with the button of her coat. "I think I'd like to stay right here if I can."

"Right here? I mean, it's a nice spot and all, but someday we might, um, want to move over there. Or even back to the school for some hot cocoa and old episodes of Beakman's World. If you were... if you were interested. I have the whole series on VHS."

She giggles. She's going to have to be a little more blunt in the future.

"Do you have VACCINATIONS, BEAKMANIA, & FRICTION, the episode with Dr. Edward Jenner? That's my favorite. I mean, I'm more of a Bill Nye girl, but Beakman was cool."

"That one is, like, completely awesome. I wrote in a letter after that correcting them on a point, but they never aired it." Marshall leans over and kisses her quickly and then hops back, searching her face for a reaction.

Lisa doesn't move, momentarily stunned. Maybe she won't have to be so blunt after all. She looks into his eyes and can see he's very nervous, and that actually relaxes her a bit. She leans forward and touches the side of his face lightly, reassuring him, and then closes her eyes and returns the kiss.

She pulls back and smiles. "They should have aired your letter."

Marshall's brain is doing 5.384338 to the power of 10000 cycles per second. He's not sure which part shocks him more... that he just kissed her or that she just kissed him back. "Buh, yeah, I totally... did I... letter?"

She snorts, but in an almost feminine way. Okay, maybe not feminine exactly, but it isn't a mean-hearted snort.

To quickly save face, Lisa flashes him a brilliant smile. She grabs his hand and semi-drags him into continuing their walk, totally forgetting the fact her palm may still be a little damp.

"You know, you should transfer those VHS onto DVD. The quality won't be great, but they won't deteriorate like the tapes. It would take a while, but I could help... if you'd like me to?"

Marshall conveniently fails to mention that he might already have archives of the tapes at his mother's house in Los Angeles, as this would involve A) bringing up his mother and B) not having an absolutely great excuse to spend time with his is-she-my-girlfriend-now?

"Hey, cool. I could, um, definitely use some help. And not just tapes. It sounds like we have a lot we could do together. Science buddies... or more."

"I'd like that. I mean, whatever. I mean, yeah, that sounds nice. Spending time together... doing, more."

Oh good grief, did she really just say that? This is where it stops being charming, and starts being just a little sad. She takes a deep breath, and summons up the demeanor she often uses in the clinic.

"Is it a trainwreck if you can still see more flashing lights ahead?" she asks, poking fun at herself.

"Yes, I'd like to spend more time with you. We should go out again, I'd like to go out again, I had a good time tonight. Or stay in. I'd enjoy either."

She smiles, triumphantly digging herself out of the hole. She thinks. With any luck.

Marshall grins more than a little self-consciously and squeezes her hand. "Okay. We can totally do that. But if it's in, can it be in a place without deadly candles? I'm kinda allergic to being killed."

"Well, I have a roommate anyway," she says, with just a tiny hint of salaciousness. "Well, two, if you count the talking cat."

"Talking... cat? I'm... I'm not up to speed on all the weird, y'know, animals with speech and stuff." He shakes his head. "I kinda have a roommate, too, but he has an Off switch."

"Faithful's actually pretty cool..."

Maybe laying the talking cat and the stabby-candle on him on the same night wasn't the best course of action.

"What is it like, living in the basement? I heard there was a squid."

"So have I. I've never seen it, but I, um, live right by the stairs. Which you know. And I hear that the beasties like to stay at the other end of the building, so safety!"

Marshall realizes he hasn't asked her enough about her... "Um, so what are you... what's your plans after high school?"

Lisa grins, ready to launch into her long-winded essay on her future, when they both hear strange noises coming from the nearby woods. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/273996.html)

She grips his hand tightly. "Let's go back to the dorms, okay? Last time this happened I ended up helping to burn down a diner during the middle of a zombie attack."

"Zombies. Say no more, say no more, nudge nudge." He winces. "Um, forget that. Let's skedaddle!"

((ooc: Now she's Palmer Hyperhidrosis McGee over here

hahahahahahahahahahaha))

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