The Perk, Friday

[chasingangela]

Angela spends most of the day sitting at the counter, headphones on, paging through a collection of poetry. She sips at cups of coffee and watches the door for anyone who looks vaguely familiar.

[OOC: Open to anyone who wants to talk to Angela -- I'll be in and out all day -- or, as always, use for your own Perk patronage.]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks into the perk, looking somewhat rumpled and tired. He orders a quadruple shot of espresso and starts pouring in a ton of sugar.

[chasingangela]

Angela raises her hand in half a wave. "Hey."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty returns with another half a wave. "Hey, yourself. Still here, huh?"

[chasingangela]

"Looks like it. Nobody's been able to come up with a way to get me home. I mean, I could try walking off the island, but that never ends well in the movies."

"Did you get to see those tapes you mentioned?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty frowns. "I called and left a message for Rover... That's the big security ball-thing that grabbed you. I also tried to convince the library staff to let me into the area you were in, but they gave me a big fat "No", on the matter. I even had a run-in with the principal last night and he denied me as well."

"I've got a list of the books that you were putting away, but unfortunately that's about it."

[chasingangela]

"That's something," Angela sighs. "I can't believe the library staff and principal aren't helping."

She rubs her forehead. "Do you know the phone number for the other Angela's parents, by some chance?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sips his espresso and nods. "Yeah. You were going home for the holiday and I was going to-"

Marty stops short and shakes his head.

"Not you, but yeah, I've got their number. They're probably freaking out by now."

Later that afternoon...

[chasingangela]

After talking to her mother and to Marty, Angela comes back to the Perk, looking even more subdued.

She morosely picks at a poppy-seed muffin as she flips through an issue of Rolling Stone.

Re: Later that afternoon...

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick walked into The Perk for the first time ever, he realized and ordered a coffee. Spotting Angela, but not noticing little things like the ten year age difference, he smiled. "Hello, Angela!" he said. "Your hair looks nice! It's a bit of a change, though."

Re: Later that afternoon

[chasingangela]

"Hi," Angela says, taking in the big blue fellow and wondering whether this is the superhero teacher she heard about.

"And thanks. My hair's been this way for a while -- you knew the other me."

Re: Later that afternoon

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Tick's antennae curled. They seemed to realize that there was going to be confusion on Tick's part and were preparing themselves for the stress of being forced to follow foreign concepts.

"The other you? I think you lost me."

Re: Later that afternoon

[chasingangela]

"I'm pretty lost myself," Angela admits, watching the curling antennae.

"It's some weird time travel/parallel universe thing. It takes too long to explain, but apparently the me who belongs here touched the wrong book or something in the library, and now she's somewhere else, and I'm stuck here. And I was here for, like, 15 minutes ten years ago, so being back is ... an experience."

Re: Later that afternoon

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"Ah," Tick said, understanding that better than he had figured he would. "Once I travelled back in time to stop a bomb from blowing up the Renaissance." He nodded and sipped his coffee.

[janet_fraiser]

Janet had stopped by the Perk for a mocha before going back to her room to finish packing, when she saw a woman with light brown hair. She looked slightly familiar.

"Angela?" asked Janet.

[chasingangela]

Tired, Angela gave a slight smile. "Yep. Don't tell me, I changed my hair?"

[janet_fraiser]

Janet shook her head. "I heard about the Special Collections incident." She sat down across from Angela. "Are you doing okay? Fandom can be kind of overwhelming at times, especially if you're not used to it."

[chasingangela]

"I'm tired, mostly," Angela says. "I talked to my mom -- I mean, the other Angela's mom -- this afternoon, and that made me really miss home. And this place is completely beyond me. I met a little girl with wings yesterday, and a big blue guy who said he had saved the Renaissance just before you came in. Also, from what Rory told me yesterday, it sounds like I'm lucky that I wasn't turned into a snake on a plane, or anything."

She twists the coffee cup in her hand. "I seriously don't understand how anyone lives here."

"Sorry for the monologue. I'm sure I should remember you, but I don't."

[janet_fraiser]

"Janet Fraiser," says Janet, holding out her hand. "We--well, the other you and I work in the library together. Before that? We got coffee together at the start of the term, but Paige kept up a running monologue about her boyfriend the entire time, so we didn't get much of a chance to talk." She shrugs. "Paige is kind of boy-crazy."

"Living here isn't so bad." Janet shrugs and takes a drink of her mocha. "You get used to the weirdness after a while."

[chasingangela]

Angela takes Janet's hand and shakes it firmly. "I don't remember the coffee thing," she admits. "But I guess you do look familiar."

She squints, continuing to try to place Janet. Something finally clicks. "Oh, god, you were squid girl, right? One trapped you in the bathroom or something? That was another very strange thing."

"I don't think I could get used to this type of weirdness, but I guess the other me did, somehow." She shrugs. "So do you have any ideas on getting me home? Marty said he had talked to the staff about getting into special collections and you guiys wouldn't let him, which really doesn't make sense to me."

Friday Night

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Hand in hand (of course), Anders and Cally head into the Perk on Official Date Night and get settled in comfortably at a corner table. "Lemme go get drinks," says Anders. "What do you want, coach?"

Re: Friday Night

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm... Hot Chocolate, for me. Not up for the coffee for some reason. Make sure it has little marshmallows, if they have 'em. If not, whip cream." Cally smiles rubs her nose. "It's a little cold out there, isn't it?"

Re: Friday Night

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Got it," replies Anders, who promptly jogs off to go get drinks. He comes back with two steaming cups and a couple of brownies, and sets everything down on the table. "Double-strength mocha for me, and I got you whipped cream and marshmallows," he says proudly, taking his coffee and sliding the hot chocolate over in front of Cally.

He's already playing footsie with her under the table, even though he's scooted his chair over right next to hers.

Re: Friday Night

[chasingangela]

From across the room, Angela smiles absently at the teenagers. They're definitely very cute and very in love, she thinks.

She misses James. Again.

Re: Friday Night

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally tilts her head a little at the stranger across the room. She's vaguely familiar, but... huh. She shrugs off the strange feeling and smiles back at Anders, taking a sip of her sugar with some hot chocolate surrounding it (as with all the additives that is a much more accurate description).

"So... still haven't gotten Liz's present to her, but other than that, It's just a few more left for you, and those should be spaced out before the real Christmas thing, right?"

Re: Friday Night

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders follows Cally's gaze across the room, and he squints. "Huh. She look like anybody you know? It's sorta bugging me but I can't quite put my finger on it." He shakes his head and sips his mocha, not bothering to wipe off the whipped cream that gets on his nose. "I swear she looks vaguely familiar, but frak if I know for sure."

He shrugs, though every now and then he glances back across the room, curiously. "Anyway. Yeah. I've got four more for you. They might be kinda a letdown after this one, though." Anders gets a funny little smile on his face as he looks at the ring.