Thursday Morning, Computer Lab

[chasingangela]

Angela is one of the few students left in Fandom without a laptop, so she's stuck doing her research for that newspaper project in the rarely-used computer lab.

Wrapped up against the cold in a bulky sweater, she nibbles absently on some raisins as she attempts to track students online, her cell phone at hand. (Though after she got hung up on twice by somebody at Summer Roberts' number, she's reluctant to attempt any more phone calls.)

She wouldn't mind being distracted from her work.

[OOC: Open to all -- come bug her.]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks by the door and sees Angela sitting alone in the computer room. He sneaks up behind her, covers her eyes and kisses her neck.

"Guess who? And you only get one shot on this."

[chasingangela]

"Atilla the Hun," Angela deadpans.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty rolls his eyes and pokes Angela in a couple of ticklish spots. "Do I look like someone who'd eat his own kids? Do I?"

[chasingangela]

"Can't actually see with your hand over my eyes," Angela points out. "But .... you tickle kind of like my boyfriend. Hi."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gives Angela a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hi. What are you working on and why are you here? You know you can use my laptop anytime, right?.

[chasingangela]

"I know. I just didn't want to bug you this early," Angela says, after kissing him back. "It's this thing for the newspaper. Mr. Jerusalem and Jake Gavin came up with the idea of having some of the staff research and publicize some of the other kids who disappeared." She squints at the list of names. "I drew Max Fischer, Summer Roberts and -- you might have an idea on this one -- River Tam."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm. I haven't seen Max since Zombie Weekend. I just assumed that one of the zombies go him. I don't know what happened to River," Marty says looking over the list. "I don't even know who Summer Roberts is."

[chasingangela]

Angela holds up a finger. "I think I just found Max," she says, gesturing to the newspaper article on her screen. The headline reads, "Prep Schooler Injured in Romantic Gesture Gone Wrong."

"It says he was trying to fill some teacher's car with roses. Somehow the car started and he ran himself over." Angela tucks a piece of hair behind one ear. "He's stil in traction."

"Summer was Rory's roommate before Anya Jenkins. Dark hair, pretty, talked about her boyfriend a lot? I mean, she probably just went back to her old school, but when I call her house to ask they keep hanging up on me."

"River's the wildcard for me, too. Do you think she's okay? How do you even look for someone from the future?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty thinks about it for a while. "You could try sending an e-mail. I mean if you can send an e-mail to your parents in 1995, I don't see why you couldn't send her an e-mail in... whenever. Maybe. Parker told me their e-mail servers connect dimensionally somehow when she was researching the whole souling spell. Have no idea if it would work though."

[chasingangela]

"Good thought," Angela says, scratching her chin. "I'm not actually sure how the emailing-my-parents thing works, but it's worth a shot." A cloud passes over her face momentarily, and she attempts to cover it with a smile.

"Do you know River's email? I mean, would she even have one?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sees a look cross over Angela's face and then the smile. Huh.

"Maybe the student directory has some information on her home e-mail or whatever they use in the future? Someone from from the future like Lee or Cally might know how that works."

Marty gives her a speculative look. "Is something wrong?"

[chasingangela]

"I might ask Lee or Cally," Angela says. "Thanks."

"Nothing's wrong. I mean, not really. Except..." she sighs. "I got an email from mom. She doesn't want you to come for Christmas, Marty. I don't get it, but she sounded really definite about it."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Marty sat for a few seconds letting that sink in for a minute than plastered a grin on his face. Could be fake.

"Must have been that cranberry sauce joke I made."

[chasingangela]

Angela can tell the grin is fake, and she snakes an arm around his waist, pulling him into a hug.

"I seriously think it's, like, her issue, not yours. She was all, 'you shouldn't be so serious about him, blah blah blah.' Like, she's taking her issues out on me, or something."

She pauses, stroking his cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Martin. I'll come back to Fandom as fast as I can. Will you be okay?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles and hugs her back. "Yeah I'll be all right. Maybe I'll go see Marcella in Chicago or something. If not I'm betting I can hook up with the orph- I mean students here for a little Xmas get together."

[chasingangela]

"I'm sure there will be plenty of people around," Angela agrees. "But I'll miss you anyhow."

"You're the best boyfriend ever for being okay with this. It sucks."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gives Angela a firm hug and kisses her on the forehead.

"Best boyfriend ever? I like the sound of that. We can exchange gifts before you go home. That sound good?"

[chasingangela]

"Mmm hmmm," Angela agrees. "I hope you like what I got you."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I know I will," Marty says straightening up. "I hope you like yours as well. I'm going to head off to the libary and study. I assume Rory made it out of Special Collections yesterday?"

[chasingangela]

"She did. We even went to Caritas to celebrate. They sang ... some country song about, like, killing your husband. It seemed to make them really happy."

"See you later."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Bye. I'll see you later"

Marty leans in and gives her a quick kiss and then heads out to the library.