Grounds, Saturday Night

[chasingangela]

It was a lovely, clear night, perfect for a little stargazing. After calling Marty, Angela headed out to the grounds with a blanket, a bag of chips and some cold drinks; she also had her notebook and a flashlight.

She spread the blanket on the grass beside a strand of trees and waited for whoever might wander by.

[OOC: Mainly for Marty, but open.]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hey Cal!" Marty said with a cheerful wave. "How are you doing?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto carefully lowered herself to the ground. "You know, overworked, overstressed, possibly pregnant...same old, same old, really."

[chasingangela]

Okay, that last part? Way to freak Angela out. Not that she thought Call would make a bad mother -- or a good one -- or that she had ever thought about Cal as a mom at all -- but the idea of someone in school getting pregnant, other than Sydney-the-first, was very strange.

She blinked. "Um. Angel?" she asked Cal. "And .. congratulations?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Well, there aren't exactly any other candidates," Callisto replied.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty? Still in "Buh?" mode.

"How?" Marty asked.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto looked at Marty. "Do I have to draw you a diagram?"

[chasingangela]

Angela glared at Marty briefly before looking back at Cal. "I think we know the general idea. Probably. I thought vampires couldn't -- but I guess the soul makes it so he -- can?"

"Are you feeling okay?" There. That was a normal question, right?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"He was babbling about a prophecy of some kind," Callisto said. "Define okay."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Where you're not going to do something drastic even though the circumstances are very freaky?" Marty replies.

[chasingangela]

"And where you aren't, like, puking your guts out ever thirty seconds," Angela added, elbowing Marty. "Both kinds of okay."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"If I was going to do something drastic I would have already," Callisto said. "And I appear to have missed the puking stage."

[chasingangela]

"That's good," Angela said, brushing her hair back. "I mean, on both parts."

She plucked at the grass by her feet. "So are you going to L.A. when workshops are over? Or -- something else?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Callisto replied. "I mean I don't even know if I actually am, let alone what I'm supposed to do with it... them."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Well... There's a kit you can get at Kwik stop that would let you know for sure," Marty suggested. "Or you could go to the clinic."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Angel suggested the crazy hooker," Callisto offered.

[chasingangela]

Angela blinked at Cal. Kind of a lot. "...you know, the tests are really good," she said, trying for diplomacy. "Clinic could do it. Or, that first aid teacher. She's supposed to be nice."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"But what happens if I am?" Callisto asked in the tone of someone wanting to avoid reality as long as humanly possible. "Or if I'm not?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Um. One step at a time?" Marty suggests. "Then maybe beating the crap out of Angel?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto snickered tiredly. "I'd already thought of that option."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I'll loan you my cricket bat," Marty said earnestly.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Callisto grinned.