001 :: Veronica Mars :: [video]

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

So here's an interesting thing. I distinctly remember eating some stuff last night because I'm a growing girl and that's what growing girls do, and when I woke up this morning, it's back. Which means someone was in my place last night, and yes, my doors and windows were locked. Not because I don't trust any of you. But I definitely don't trust some of you. [She kids. Except not really.]

And whoever went into my bedroom last night, it makes me sad that you didn't leave a note. So how about you speak up and we get to know each other?

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[thezerothlaw]

[That's... alarming.]

... Are you unharmed? This intruder did nothing to you?

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm fine. Just so unbelievably pissed that the guy's going to wish he killed me while he had the chance.

[Or, Veronica, you could just say that on the open network while being spied on and cheerfully expect to die tonight. Gold star for the PI's daughter.]

[thezerothlaw]

Perhaps I can offer aid that will make violence unnecessary?

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

[Veronica has no intention of leaving violence out of it, but she'll listen to others' ideas on the subject, if only to tailor her plan.]

Sure. What've you got in mind?

[thezerothlaw]

For one, I don't require sleep. Perhaps I can offer my aid as a guard?

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

... The guard thing is actually kind of creepier. But thanks?

What do you mean, you don't require sleep? Is it ecstasy?

[thezerothlaw]

Ecstasy?

[He knows this word. Just... it doesn't make sense to him in this context.]

I'm a humaniform robot, miss.

[onteamdyson]

Please tell me you're talking about the cameras in your room and not missing underwear or something equally skeezy.

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

[Hello, girl who seems to be roughly Veronica's age. Are you a new playmate, or a new foe, or a square?]

Nothing seems to be missing. I just found some paint and painted over the camera last night, but this morning, it was good as gold.

I hate good as gold.

[onteamdyson]

And I hate unsmashed into a billion pieces with a hammer. Something must be done!

Sounds like we're not the only ones. Just when you think Creepsville, USA can't get any freakin' creepier. Hi, I'm Kenzi.

[For now? Looks like new playmate. And not the busty magazine kind.]

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

Paint, hammers. Are they impervious to all our evil ways?

I'm Veronica. Don't suppose you've found any leads? The ass-kicking is kind of overdue.

[Aww, and Veronica likes the busty kind. She especially likes crossing her arms over her chest when they're around and thinking that at least she can slide through narrow crevices.]

[onteamdyson]

Oh, honey, I have tons more evil ways where that came from. They can't be impervious to all of it.

[She shakes her head slowly, pressing her lips together.] Nothing major yet. Keyword being yet. I'm workin' on that, though and I'm guessing you are, too. Your anti-trust, sarcasm, and ass-kicking attitude just screams 'on the case'!

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

[Veronica holds a hand to her chest as if clutching her pearls.] Moi? Sarcastic? That word has never been associated with my person in all my years.

That aside, do any of those evil ways involve two people?

[goodluckkobra]

They fixed the camera I broke, too. I'm kinda weirded out right now.

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

Right? We're being watched over by perverts. This is, hands-down, the worst amusement park ever. I'll bet the mascots are second-hand and creepy, too.

[goodluckkobra]

Oh, are they perverts? Shit, I haven't been giving a very good show at all.

[He pulls his shirt over his head and settles back down with a grin.]

Much better.

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

[Are her eyes wider? Um. No. Nope. Not anymore, at least. And look at this easy grin. Easy-going Veronica Mars, right here. Shirtless men? What shirtless men.]

Now, see, if you were a professional, you'd be doing a little dance, too. Possibly with a pole.

[goodluckkobra]

I don't have a pole, but I could do a dance if you really want me to. Kinda hard to see it with the camera on my wrist, though.

[He's pretty sure he lacks the upper body strength for pole-dancing... also the hotness, but he's never above looking dumb if it makes someone smile.]

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and I'm not sure I could stomach a dance that doesn't include a pole.

I'm just striking out all over the place.

So how'd you try to break your camera?

[hung_garian]

Maybe it was the milkman. Or, y'know, the generic grocery equivalent thereof. Not necessarily any reason to freak out, any more than, uh, spontaneously being here with no apparent explanation is.

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

And having someone in my bedroom watching me sleep and arranging to continue doing so remotely.

[Milkman, guy? Seriously?]

[hung_garian]

Yup. It's just like being at camp.

[If there were a milkman at camp.]

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

Yikes. What kind of camp do you go to?

[hung_garian]

I guess they've gotten less strict since my day, huh?

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing yes. I'm also guessing that your day never existed.

Might as well get introductions over with. [Because this guy is bothering her for some reason and she wants to look up his name and criminal history as soon as she can find a computer.] I'm Veronica.