Caritas--OPEN (Wednesday Night)

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

After his day at the bookstore and conversation about religion with Martin Blank, Jarod stopped at the NPC stationary store and purchased a small red notebook and a good pen, then made his way to Caritas. At the top of the first page, he wrote:

Things I Believe

1. The Centre is not a good place.
2. My family is still alive.
3. Miss Parker will never completely make sense to me. Or anybody. Maybe.
4. Pez are good. Also jellybeans.

He would add to the list as the night went on, assuming there were slow periods. He would hide it under the bar when patrons began coming in.

Comments

The Band

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Wang Chung your little hearts out!

Re: The Band

[swerval_zero]

*Jumps up onto the stage and grabs the mic* Okay, so we're goin' with somethin' a touch more mainstream tonight.

*Zero's voice is very good, upbeat and a little growly, and she bounces around a bit while singing, being very careful not to knock any body parts off the band.*

When I'm out walking I strut my stuff yeah I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know you're the one
Body and beats I stain my sheets I don't even know why
My girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know your the one...

When I'm out walking I strut my stuff yeah I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out

When I'm out walking I strut my stuff yeah I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out

Body and beats I stain my sheets I don't even know why
My girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry

When I'm out walking I strut my stuff yeah I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out

Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know you're the one...

Re: The Band

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grins and applauds, impressed again by how good her friend is at this. "Zero, Zero!"

Re: The Band

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth whistles and appplauds. "Wooo! Go Zero!"

Re: The Band

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod applauded for Zero. If she was this good on her own, he figured Parker was probably right about her original stuff, done with a real band.

Re: The Band

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

*Lockheed hops up on stage and performs the most rocking version of TOTO's "St. George and the Dragon" ever... if you can understand Dragon.*

/Can you tell me where I might find the Hydra
Is he wearing a familiar face
Does he still live below Seventh Avenue
With the princess dipped in lace

Does he know that I'm a soldier of fortune
And not a victim of circumstance
We drew lots for his soft underbelly
Now his fate is sealed with my lance

I can tell by the look in your eye
You've never seen the man with nothing to say
I can tell by the look in your eye
You'd better watch yourself
St. George is on his way

Is it true that he's a mighty warrior
And a viper of the first degree
I've been sentenced here to slay the giant
Geld this fear I cannot see

Can you tell me where I might find the Hydra
Is he wearing a familiar face
Does he still live below Seventh Avenue
In the slums of Satan's grace

I can tell by the look in your eye
You've never seen the man with nothing to say
I can tell by the look in your eye
You'd better watch yourself
St. George is on his way/

The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

We proof. Just sayin'.

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grins as she walks over to the bar, brushing her hair out of her face as she takes off her gloves. "Well, well. Look at the new guy behind the bar. I wonder where I know you from?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

He leaned over his elbows, grinning, and tipped an imaginary cowboy hat back on his head. "Well, howdy there, purdy lady. What can I get you to wet your whistle?"

Re: The Bar

[swerval_zero]

*Follows Parker in.*

Oh, hey. Jarod, right? We met at the Perk.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "That's right...Zero? What can I get you that doesn't have any alcohol in it?"

Re: The Bar

[chasingangela]

Angela props herself on a bar stool. "Jerry, right? Can I have a diet coke with cherries?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

He smiled. "Jarod, actually. Want the cherries in or out of the soda?"

He poured the drink and waited for her response.

Re: The Bar

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Hey Angela, how are you?" Veronica asks.

Re: The Bar

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory takes a seat at the bar. "Hi, Jarod," she says, grinning. "Shirley Temple, please. Extra cherries, if you can spare 'em."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"You bet, Rory." He makes the drink, adding a little extra cherry syrup as well, and putting a small pile of cherries on a napkin next to her drink. He'd have to remember to have Lorne stock up--they seemed to go through an inordinately high number of cherries.

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Why the extra cherries?" Parker asks idly, although she suspects the reason. "Can I snag a few?"

Re: The Bar

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson had been down at the location for the Town Clinic and had decided to stop in for a drink. He'd been hearing all sorts of things about this new bar and decided to stop by and check it out for himself. He hadn't had anything to drink in over a week, though there had been times when he'd wanted a scotch ... or more than one, and had in fact upended the majority of his scotch bottles into the toilet, just because he didn't want to start drinking because he needed to.

Sliding up to a free spot at the bar, he settled onto a stool and waited for the tender to have a moment to come over.

Re: The Bar

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Elizabeth smiles at him, leaning against the bar. "Can I get an orange juice, please?"

The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

For, y'know, lounging. Convenient, huh?

Re: The Lounge

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

After a completely and totally awkward self defense class, Veronica arrives for her shift at Caritas.

"Hey, you must be Jerry," she says to the guy working the bar. "I'm Veronica. I started working here last week."

Re: The Lounge

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick had told Lockheed to go out and have some fun tonight, so here he was... sitting around before the fun started. /Oh well. It'll pick up eventually./

Re: The Lounge - Vala Meets With A Mysterious Stranger

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

(actual conversation NFB, but they're meeting in public, so,*shrug*)

aka_vala: Vala enters Caritas at 8 o'clock on the dot, zeroing in quickly on the man who looks unobtrusive, but quite out-of-place.

time_agent: "Ms. Mal Doran. Thank you for coming."

aka_vala: "Mr. Petit, I take it?" she says, sliding into the booth across from him.

time_agent: "Indeed." He pauses and shuffles papers. "Ms. Mal Doran, how much do you know about the theory and practice of time travel?"

aka_vala : She raises an eyebrow at that. "Well, I'm not in the Quantum Theory class, if that's what you mean." She cocks her head. "Although I was thinking about taking it next semester....

"But, to answer your question? I guess not much." She thought of what mention she’d heard of it at her brief time at the SGC. "I know it's possible, but it’s also not exactly something you can control real well. More of an accident than anything?"

time_agent: He makes a small 'hrumph' sound that manages to convey disdain. "Actually, it is quite controllable, if you have the correct technology. Which, at the Time Agency, we do. The Time Agency was formally established in the 43rd century, but we have spread through time and space from that point." He pauses and fixes her with a stern look which remains stern even through his Ray Bans. "I would like to ensure that everything we discuss at this meeting remains confidential. Do I have your word you won't discuss this with anyone else?"

aka_vala: "Uh..." She's looking more than a little stunned. "Yeah. Sure. O.K."

time_agent: "Good. To continue, the Time Agency is always on the lookout for promising recruits. People who had demonstrable skill or talent for the work we do. This includes adaptability, some skill in piloting spacecraft, and the ability to think on your feet."

Mr. Petit puts down his pages and looks Vala in the eye still clearly visible through the Ray Bans. "From several reports we've gathered about you, Ms. Mal Doran, it seems you have every skill that we could possibly want in a time agent. I have been authorized to come here and put forward a proposition: When you graduate from Fandom High, we would like you to return to the 43rd century and join the Time Academy, where in four years you will graduate as a full-fledged Time Agent."

aka_vala: She stares at him for a moment. "The 43rd century. You mean two thousand years from now."

time_agent: "Yes, Ms. Mal Doran. To be exact, two thousand, three hundred and sixteen years from this subjective time. Is that a problem?"

aka_vala: "Uh, no.... no." She thought for a minute about Cam, but their lives were going to be a mess anyway, and if she could control time...then what couldn't they make work?

"No," Vala said more firmly. "Not at all." She took a deep breath. "So, what does a Time Agent do, exactly?"

OOC

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Everything else.

Re: OOC

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*dies at Vala and Tommy Lee Jones*