Third floor common room, Sunday evening

[captainliberty]

Janet has made her way allllll the way to the dorms, and alllll the way up the stairs after talking to Pam. It's very tiring on her wee little legs, and she crawls up onto the couch with her eight pounds of clothes and towel cape, and decides she's bored.

She spots the remote and her eyes light up, and she reaches to grab it. The problem is, she doesn't know how to work the remote, so she's yelling "WORK!" at it and pouting when that doesn't turn the TV on.

She might need help. Or advice that TV ruins the brain.


[Open, especially for the kiddies, or those who want to entertain said kiddies. La.]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade nodded. "Yeah! An' even if I did, you're not the boss of me! I know the sheriff!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"God, no. So not your mother." That's Parker's theme song this weekend. "So you know the sheriff, hmm? She still shooting things? With Nerf guns?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Nuh-uh! We shot people with squirt guns!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Cool." Parker smirked. "Damn, I'm sorry I didn't get it on film, though. It's much better to have proof of good fights."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"We're gonna take over the town," Wade told her. "An' then we're gonna get all the candy and soda an' make the troopers bake us cake."

It was cunning plan.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker choked on giggles. "The troopers bake? Awesome."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"And we'll eat it in front of Aly 'cause she can't have any."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You're mean," Parker noted, not as a criticism, just a fact. "What did Aly do to you?" Because you *know* she did something.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade frowned. "Her an' Allison keep getting in fights and she kicked me. Twice."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker internally cheered on Aly. Well, she had to. She was her honorary niece, or something. "That had to hurt. I'll bet she didn't say she was sorry, either."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Nope, but that's because she's got cooties an; is a stupid baby," Wade replied with a pout.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"She's five. How old are you?" Parker cocked an eyebrow, judging by Jarod. "You don't look eight...."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'm seven!" He replied, a touch defensively.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"That was my next guess," Parker said, biting down on the smile. "So obviously, you're way older than Aly."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I didn't hit her!" Wade replied sulkily, just knowing where this had to be going. "I don't hit girls an' I was only trying to make 'em stop fighting!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, of course not." Of course he probably had. "And that was very-- responsible of you, trying to stop the fight. People can get hurt that way." Parker paused, remembering some of the fights she'd been in not-so-long-ago. "Ahem. So, go you."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade nodded. It was the truth. He only shot at her, no hitting involved.

"An' I'm a teacher so I have to be responsible."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Well, that makes sense. Hey, what do you teach?" Because she's *fairly* sure she doesn't know this one.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Driver's Ed," Wade replied.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Coooool." Parker took out her camera phone, and grinned. "Mind if I take your picture?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Why?" Wade asked, suddenly suspicious. "Are you one of the pedalfiles?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Eeewwwwwww." Parker's eyes widened. That was a new and bleah! reaction. "No. And if it's freaking you out, never mind. I figured you might want a souvenir from this weekend."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade tilted his head to the side. "Souvenir?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker raised an eyebrow. Jeeez, this kid was suspicious. Good for him. "From everyone being here and camping out with the big kids. Since that doesn't usually happen."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Damn straight he was! "I don't even know your name! Why would I let you take my picture?"