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Empire Records and Bidet: [2/28]

Marty opens up the doors to Empire Records for what he hopes is an interesting day.

Of course his day would probably be a lot better if he hadn't accidently put in a Paul Anka CD into the store's stereo system.

It would be even nicer if he hadn't broken the eject button.

[OOC: Except for the morning, expect slowplay]

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Orlin came in, and winced when he heard the music selection.

Angela leaves the library for a spot of the exciting new sport, "bugging the boyfriend at work."

But she brings him a sandwich. She's nice that way.

Marty saw the wince. "Sorry. I can't get the CD out and the power button doesn't work."

Marty brightens up immediately because:

A. Girlfriend
B. Oooo. Sandwich.

"Hey you, don't you have library duty today?"

"It doesn't?" Orlin asked puzzled, "I built the system, I could see what's wrong if you like."

Horrible, horrible bad music. He sincerely hoped Lucas wasn't here to experience this torture.

"Please. For the love of all things holy."

"Playing hooky," she said, leaning over the counter to give him a quick kiss. "Nobody ever comes in there lunchtimes anyhow, and looking at those walls was making me insane."

She passed the bag to him. "I got you ham and cheese and a brownie. They're from Jeff's, so no risk of ABBA. I think."

Girlfriend, sandwich and kissing? Best day at work ever.

"Tsk. Tsk. Shirking your library duties when there is no librarian," Marty teased as he took a bite of the sandwich. "I would report you to the authorities, but because this is such a good sandwich, I'll let it go."

Orlin smiled i relief, he would honestly cry if this CD was played all day.

"Can I get some of the tools from the back?"

"I appreciate the leniency," Angela said, unwrapping her own egg salad. "I mean, one of the other aides is probably around, anyhow. And it's not like the books can run away." She paused, took a bite, chewed, swallowed.

"Most of them, anyhow." She licked egg salad off her fingers, then added, "Did I tell you Dean Washburn is supposed to be filling in until they hire someone?"

"Go ahead. Please. Hurry." Marty whimpered.

[OOC: Going AFK. Rest of conversation will be slowplayed.]

"No you didn't. How soon does she think it will take to get a new librarian?"

Orlin went into the back of the store and got some of the tools out, and then plunked himself infrount of the system player with the remote next to him.

Was that gum...?

He started to fiddle with a side panel, that hadn't been appeared seamless a few seconds before.

"She didn't really say," Angela said thoughtfully. "Depends on ~~admin stuff I don't know about~~ how fast they can find someone crazy enough to take the job?"

"I mean, we can cover it, anyhow." She didn't look terribly concerned as she nibbled at a crust.

Marty is hovering over Orlin's shoulder. "Did you fix it yet?"

Marty shrugged. "Like I said before, you girls seem to run the place anyway. And do a might fine job doing it.

"Yeah..." Angela said with a shrug, her mind clearly elsewhere. She drew a bag of Doritos out of the bag and opened it, offering it to Marty after she took a chip.

"Did I hurt your feelings or anything, last night? I probably sounded, like, crabbier than I was."

"No, not at all. I'm glad you said something," Marty said taking a chip. "Janet and I talked this morning a little in class. She's still angry with me but she promised no retribution, so I guess I'm safe."

"Good," Angela said vehemently. "I couldn't deal with another prank war. I'd have a heart attack, or something."

"But living with somebody who's mad at you still doesn't sound like fun."

"There is gum in here." Orlin said, taking a small screwdriver and carefully removing the gum, "Give me a moment, and please don't stand in the light."

"Sure."

Marty moved over a little but is still hovering over Orlin.

"Nah. My prank days are over. Parker taught me that lesson," Marty said snagging another chip. "Besides, if it gets too bad I'll just move."

"True," Angela said, relieved. "Oh, hey, Janet reminded me of something: You're going to England, right? I thought I saw your name on the sign-up sheet."

The gum is removed, Orlin quickly checks the rest of the eject button wires, everything looks good.

He replaces the side panel back on, and the seams appear to melt away.

"Want to see if it works?" Orlin asks the anxious young man who is still blocking the light.

"Sure!" Marty poked the eject button and held his breath.

"Yep. You're going to right?" Marty said before taking another bite of his sandwich.

"I am," Angela confirmed.

"Have you been there before?," she asked, a little gingerly.

"Yeah, I did a little training there," Marty said leaning on the counter. "Sounds like a fun trip. Have you ever been out of the country? What did Janet remind you of?"

There was a slight whirring sound, and the disc was ejected.

"You do realize that you could have added some more cd's to this, right?" Orlin asked as he removed the offending disc, looking relieved.

"Not really," Angela answered. "Canada, but that doesn't count."

"She just asked if you were coming, when I said I was going. She's not." She frowned. "Her hand was sticking to things. It was yet another bizarre thing."

"Huh. Yeah she was having problems this morning with a pen sticking to her hand as well," Marty said thoughtfully and then shrugged. "I guess you're pretty excited about going to England then. Is there anything in particular you want to see?"

Angela shrugged. "I promised Chaucer I'd see the Tower, a market, and a palace. But he didn't say which one."

She scratched her cheek, thinking. "I've heard Camden Town is pretrty cool, and I want to see a play. How about you?"

[OOC: The mun spent six months in London and is trying very hard not to put her own taste on Angela.]

"I was thinking of hitting the West End. Maybe seeing a show, hanging out at a pub or Hyde park," Marty said with a grin. "Of course it depends on whether or not we are in a tour group or if we're free to explore."

"I hope we aren't stuck with a tour group all day," Angela fretted. "I mean, we aren't in kindergarten. They should let us explore on our own."

She swallowed the last of her sandwich and wadded the wrappers back into the paper bag. "Okay, I should get back to the library before Janet sticks herself to the card catalogue. See you later."

Marty leaned in and gave Angela a quick kiss. "Thanks for lunch. I really appreciate it and the company!"

"It was my pleasure," she said, returning the kiss. "Seriously."

She raised her hand in a cheery wave as she left the store.

"Like I said. The whole thing was stuck, but thank you for fixing it."

"No problem. Just please play something thats not that?" Orlin asked hopefully, going to browse.

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