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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[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

[She can picture him punching someone, sure, but she can't see the soundtracks.]

Soundtracks? We have the tech for soundtracks?

[goodluckkobra]

Well you just gotta sing the song.

[He laughs.]

Haven't you ever sung your own soundtrack?

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

I did karaoke to meet a shadowy, sinister figure who was supposed to be leading a wannabe-secret society.

But he turned out to be a drunk guy on a toilet.

I try not to take it as a reflection of my singing.

[goodluckkobra]

I value enthusiasm far above quality. If I can find a guitar, we could totally have a sing-a-long so long as your standards for guitar playing are similar to mine for singing.

[IE his playing is intensely mediocre at the best of times.]

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

[She leans forward, and she looks more mischievous than upset.]

How dare you imply that I don't have the highest standards for singing and guitar-playing.

I am Sharkpocalypse. Sharkpocalypse has very high standards.

[goodluckkobra]

I'm sure Sharkpocalypse has the most discerning of tastes.

[He returns the look.]

So you'e totally in if I start a band, right? Or a superhero team?

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

[She makes a face.]

The band, maybe. But I don't put my underwear on outside of my spandex pants for anybody. Comprendes?

[goodluckkobra]

Sure, but do you want to be our like... support team or something? Like our Charlie!

[He turns up the charm in his smile.]

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

[This just got much more tempted. She considers, tapping her fingers silently against one another.]

The Charlie to my angels. Able to send them out on covert missions. Always obeyed?

I'm in.

[goodluckkobra]

Well, it's me and Kenz, so good luck being obeyed, but we can totally say "Hello, Sharkpocalypse" in unison and wear cute outfits.

[And Damn, they need a third angel!]

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

You. Me. And Kenz. If I'm the voice in the box, that means I've only got two angels. I demand a third angel. And hair-flipping.

I don't demand obedience, but I do demand those. Oh. And a temple. Maybe a statue made in my image.

[goodluckkobra]

How about Kurt? He's kind of angelic. Well, he can make angel food cake.

[He grins.]

We'll find you a third angel and I can guarantee a hair-flipping-good time!

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

How about Kurt as my Bosley?

Third angel... third angel... What about Lydia?

[Yes. It's occurring to Veronica that she doesn't know many people here.]

Or... who's the dick-ish looking guy who looks like he bit into a lemon? Tall, skinny, looks like his clothes came from a K-Mart throwaway bin. Dean or something.

[goodluckkobra]

[He laughs.]

Lyds isn't gonna go for this, man. We'll find someone, though. Don't you worry. And Dean has been a dick to Lyds, so fuck him.

Kurt can totally be your Bosley, though. He's so adorable. Can we keep him?