Friday Morning at the Perk

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

After a night of grueling interrogation, she lets Ten sleep late and she heads out to the Perk with a tablet full of notes on who she knows, a rough description of them, and other details about the town and what her life has been like the past four months.

She also has several photos, but she lays one on the table and stares at it while she drinks her vanilla latte and picks at a muffin. She smiles, tracing the outline of Toby's face with her fingertip. God, those were good times.





As always, talk to CJ or use it for your own Perk patronage.

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[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica woke up early on Friday and couldn't fall back to sleep. She decided to walk into town and go to the Perk.

She walked in, went up to the counter and ordered a chai latte and was going to find a seat when she noticed Professor Cregg.

"Professor Cregg!," she exclaimed, walking over to stand next to the table. "How are you? I heard about your accident, but I haven't heard anything since."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Smiling at the little blonde girl, she felt a desperate urge to scan her notes. No, CJ, you can do this. Think. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, but she needs more than the face and the voice.

"I'm getting better, but I have a brain injury. Sit down and, uh...this is going to sound so dumb...remind me who you are?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Veronica Mars," she said, sitting down and trying to hide her shock. "I was in one of your classes and you also ran the detention I had to attend." After a moment of hesitation, Veronica added, "Something not so great happened that day and you helped me deal with it."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She stares at her for a minute, her eyes almost glassy. "Veronica Mars. You're afraid of fire." she blinks. And blinks again, and then her eyes get wide. "And you were in my class. And we...talked, quite a bit. Am I right?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica swallowed hard at the memory of her panic attack, but nodded. "That's right. You were always very nice to me. We mostly talked about class type stuff, but sometimes other things, too."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Other things. Like..." she squinches her eyes closed thinking hard, "Mythology? No...Neptune. What is that?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"That's the town where I'm from," Veronica explained.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Right. California. And your dad is...no, no, he was the sheriff."

Bits and pieces rush back to her, each thought opening up another. The picture becomes clearer. For only the second time yet, she can picture her classroom, and other parts of the school.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Veronica said, smiling encouragingly. She tried to think of something else to spark CJ's memory, something that wouldn't be terribly painful for either of them to recall.

With an inward groan, she decided to go for the self embarrassment.

"A couple weeks ago, Piper Halliwell and I were bit by a gremlin and went a little crazy at Caritas," she told CJ. "You were there and watched us... um... do some crazy stuff."

[chasingangela]

Angela walks into the Perk and takes a seat at a table near the window. Sipping at a chai latte, she waves to CJ and Veronica, then turns to her copy of Missing Angel Juan.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

As she talks to Veronica, her eyes keep darting to the red headed girl. She subtly scans her notes for anything that might help. Dyes her hair red was written beside the name Angela Chase written under Martin-Marty-Blank. She skips past something about his moral flexibility, whatever that meant, and concentrates on Angela. She hopes desperately she's got the right kid.

Once Veronica leaves cuz we're slowplaying this bit liek whoa, she raises her hand and tentatively says, "Angela?"

[chasingangela]

Angela smiles at the teacher. "Hi, Ms. Cregg. Are you enjoying the break so far?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Yes! I got one right! She tries very hard for the excitement to not show on her face, but she can't help but smile broadly.

"It's been an adventure. How about you?" She subtley moves her fingers through her hair, checking to make sure her stitches are all covered.

[chasingangela]

"About the same," Angela replies, choosing her words carefully. "I kind of picked up the wrong book in Special Collections, and ... I wasn't here for a few days, it was this older me from a different dimension, or something." She gives a delicate shrug and half-smiles. "So for me, break only started day before yesterday."

"This wouldn't happen anywhere but Fandom, right?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Sounds about right...from what I understand. I got in a wreck before finals week and I can't remember the last four months. Well, bits and pieces." She holds up the tablet and points to Angela's name. "Crash course in who I am and what I know."

[chasingangela]

"You're okay now, right?," Angela asks, inspecting the notepad, and then winces. "I mean, other than your emmory."

"If it helps? You didn't, like, have me as a student or anything, so ... the hair thing might be about all you know about me."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I know more than that, Angela. I just have to get it back. Or, barring that, get to know you now." she smiles brightly. "so not my student, but what about...Marty?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's just stopping by for a coffee and a muffin, when she sees C.J. "C.J.? You're okay!"


_{[ooc: And we can pick this up tomorrow, if you want it to happen in a different post. I know I'm finding this one late.]}

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Looking up, she smiles. This girl is incredibly familiar. It's nice to feel like her name is on the tip of her tongue...

"Hey, chickie, come sit down. I need to ask you something."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to whap Jack for not telling me you were okay," Parker said, taking the seat opposite C.J. and sipping her coffee. "A voicemail, at least, would have been nice. How are you feeling?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Parker!" comes out a bit more sharply than she intended, but it's such a thrill to have these spontaneous recollections. "We went to New York and you and Jack are friends." she smiles brightly and flips pages in her tablet and begins to write. Pages and pages are covered with names and lists of charateristics and facts. She makes no effort to hide any of it.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Blinking, Parker studies C.J. with not a little worry. "Okay, that's not quite the response I was expecting. How are you? Seriously?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"I'm geting better. I had to have surgery...the wreck, see..." She brushes her hair back carefully, showing Parker her healing incision. "I can't believe Jack didn't tell you. He needs to talk about this. I've got traumatic amnesia. The neurologist says I'll be ok, eventually. I just have to make the connections function again." As she talks, she's busily scrawling notes under Parker's name. "We share a love of shoes, don't we?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"To be fair, I just got back and I haven't seen Jack yet. I'm still whapping him though." Parker frowned, shaking her head, then smiled. "Yes, we love shoes and handbags and couture, and I had an awesome time in New York with you and Jack and Wings a few weeks ago, indulging that when we Christmas shopped. Which reminds me that I haven't given you your present! I'll have to stop by the phone box and drop it off later. I'm just so relieved you're going to be okay," she added, her voice quieter. "Jack was devastated when I heard from him. I was thinking the worst."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Well, it wasn't pretty. I won't lie. But I'm really going to be ok. Really. If it hadn't been for Kadaj and Loz and Yazoo, I'd be dead. I have a lot to be thankful for, really."