cape_kore | 001 :: Veronica Mars

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001 :: Veronica Mars :: [video]

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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No fuckin' clue where Neptune is, but I was near LA before everything went. Now the dessert's the safest place.

If it makes you feel better, there might be nothing outside of California. Who knows?

On the bright side, maybe I'll be murdered or killed in an earthquake by then. Can always hope, right?

So who are the people you said are probably lying to you?

That's the spirit!

Better Living Industries. They stepped in when the government fell apart. They keep everyone drugged and happy so they don't question what's going on. They say that there's nothing left outside Battery City and it's been years since anyone passed through the Zones into the city, so there's definitely no one left anywhere near the city.

[Veronica shakes her head, and the feed shakes as she rows her hands in the air.]

Okay. We're meeting, and you're telling me about this stuff with very simple and slow words. Possibly pictures.

I have a supply of crayons. Will there be ice cream?

There will be paper. And it will be free.

Lured in yet?

What the hell, right? Where do you want me?

Now there's a question. No offense, but I'm not sure I want strange boys from the future knowing exactly where to find me. How about the diner?

Sure! Kenzi and I already ate some of the pies there. Pie is like ice cream. [He grins.] See you soon!

[Veronica heads over immediately, not having anything better to do and wanting to look around the place a little first. The place is empty, and all the creepier for it. She roots around in the kitchen, occasionally glancing at the cameras scattered around. Do they have any blind spot at all? That might be the last resort, seeing as how messing with them from the other side doesn't seem to work.]

[Kobra gets there a few minutes later and plops down at the counter with a bag of crayola markers.]

That you back there, V?

Nobody here but us chickens!

[She walks out a few seconds later, tossing a bag of chips at him.]

I hope you like barbecue flavor. I wanted summer flair without having to do that whole charcoal-grilling thing.

[He pops the bag open and takes one before holding it out for her.]

You have to have no soul to not like barbecue

[She holds up a bag of her own.] Thanks, but I stole a couple already. And when I say steal, I mean, "I returned them to their rightful place in barbecue chip heaven."

[She slides into the seat across from him.] So. You guys still believe in heaven in the post-apocalyptic future?

[He shrugs.] Some people might. I don't.

If there was a God, he wouldn'ta let what happened happen.

[Veronica won't argue with that. The closest she's come to religion in ages was that cult she looked into, and they hadn't worshiped God so much as using stones in lieu of soap and the Neil Young.]

Can't imagine you're in a rush to get back, then. Do you have any family back there?

My brother. The rest of my family... I don't think they made it through the war. I don't really know. They were on the east coast when all the communication started to go down. I miss him, though, and the rest of my gang.

[Okaaaaaaaay. Good. Glad you could step in that one, Veronica. Now how about you find a baby, tell it that its parents are dead, it was adopted, and it's ugly?]

Sorry.

[She isn't quiet for long before the questions start spinning around in her head again, though.]

So if we manage to find a way out of here, do you think you'll try and go to some other universe? One where you don't have the Mayan calendar to deal with?

It's okay. I've had a while to deal with it, you know?

[He's not really sure how to answer that, though. On the one hand, all these other worlds sound pretty rad. He kind of wants to follow someone home. On the other hand, Poison is still back there. The others, too. He misses them.]

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about it, though. Maybe I'll follow Dan home to the future in space or go home with Lyds. You think her parents would get freaked out if I showed up at her door?

Maybe if you find out what they do, it won't matter anyway? My dad used to be the town sheriff, so yeah. He'd probably kill you. [She smiles brightly.]

I hope, for your sake, that her parents are preschool teachers. [Not that she would trust them anyway. Everyone has secrets. Some are darker than others.]

I... don't handle authority figures well. [He wasn't always like this, but now it's just become part of him.]

To be clear, do you consider sheriffs to be authority figures? Or preschool teachers.

Because if it's both, then yeah. I'm guessing you're going to have a couple problems.

Well, not preschool teachers. [He laughs.] Maybe for kids, but I didn't really mind authority when I was a kid, you know?

And I'm guessing the apocalypse didn't help.

I don't really mind authority figures, though. If they were real authorities, they'd find better places to hide their passwords than the bottom of their staplers.

[He laughs. He can tell that they're going to get along well already.] Man, I wish the ones I tangle with did that.

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