Veronica had been out all day, working a case.

She returned home, completely oblivious to the fact that they had company.

"Please tell me there is coffee?"

Veronica was still reeling from Sunday.

But she decided that there was one person who she might be able to enlist for help that might help Cameron.

So she dialed the familiar number, hoping that enough time had passed that things wouldn't be weird anymore.


[for the phone call recipient]

It was Easter on Sunday.

Neither Veronica nor Piper was much into the religious aspect of things, but when they found the glittery Easter Egg decorating kit, they decided they would have a little seasonal fun.

So now Veronica was trying to follow the instructions to prepare the dye while Piper hard-boiled a few dozen eggs.


[open to anyone who wants to visit or call V and/or Piper]

Deciding that he'd better get in gear, John took some time before his classes to send out some very important emails.

( Emails )

[The first email is for those listed in the 'to' line but the last went out to everyone in John's address book. If you'd like to get it, you got it, yo.]

The first thought that Veronica had when she woke up was that she was no longer a teenager. That was kind of a weird thing, in her mind.

Her second thought was that today was the first possible day she could hear from Cameron.

And her third thought was Damn, I need coffee.

While she was making said coffee, she was surprised by a knock on the apartment door. She knew as soon as she opened it that the flower arrangement was from Cameron. She put the flowers on the new coffee table and read the card while she drank her coffee.

Happy birthday baby!

I know it's not quite the same as actually being there, but I want you to know that I'm thinking of you. I hope you have an awesome day and we'll celebrate properly real soon. I owe you a present. A huge one, but I hope the flowers will tide you over for now. I know you don't need it because you're going to kick ass no matter what, but I still want to wish you the best and that this year will be even better than the last.

I love you so much.

Yours always,

Cam

She was really hoping for a phone call, though she knew that Cameron had warned her that BCT could run an extra week or two.



[ooc: open to any roomies who are around and anyone who might want to call the birthday girl. Many thanks to cameronmitchell for the card & flowers :)]

Piper knew her prank was set in motion. She was a bit surprised the boys haven't called to flail at her yet. She thought about calling them to make sure they were okay, but then she remembered what they had done a few weeks ago and knew they needed to be taught a lesson.

Right now, she was sitting on the couch, contemplating a nap before she had to go to work.


[ooc: for certain flaily phone callers]

( To everyone )

((If you think you should have gotten an email, you probably did.))

In the Fandom high curriculum, students are represented by two separate but varied groups: the students, who attend Fandom High, and the alumni, who have moved on. This is one story.

*doink doink*
Interior, interrogation room.
Lennie: We got ya dead to rights.
John Connor: Illegal search. Fruit of the poisonous tree.
Lennie Briscoe: Come on.
John Connor: I did not consent to search. I repeatedly denied consent for search, and asked what, if anything, I was charged with. Officer then illegally detained me, and the guns were found then.
Mike Logan: Which would have been found anyways. Give it up.
Lennie Briscoe: Naw, let the lawyer send it through court. They get younger every year.
Mike Logan: 21, if his license is real.
Lennie Briscoe: So what do we call ya? Don Connell? John Connor? Jon O'Connig? You got paper on all three.
John Connor: Am I free to go? I'll accept the ticket for not using the turn signal and pay the fine and be on my way.
Anita Van Buren: *knocking on the door* We've got a judge who said that everything was executed with due diligence, and the gun possession stands.
Mike Logan: Looks like that's it, kid. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say....

*doink doink*
Interior, Circuit Court Judge Judy--
John Connor: Wait a minute.

--Interior, interrogation room.
Mike Logan: What now, another brilliant legal strategy?
John Connor: Can't you hear that sound?
Lennie Briscoe: What sound?
John Connor: That chung-chung sound.
Lennie Briscoe: Oh, that. Yeah. We get that a lot.
Mike Logan: You mean the doink doink?
John Connor: No, it's more of a chung-chung.
Mike Logan: Doink Doink.
John Connor: *makes the sound, which sounds like a choingchoing* Chung-chung.
Anita Van Buren: No, it's more of a bong-dong, to me.
Mike Logan: Doink Doink.
John Connor: Chung Chung.
Lennie Briscoe: Alright, easy fellas.

Angela licked the last of her cotton candy off of her fingers and glanced up and down the boardwalk. She and Marty had already bought the tackiest t-shirts she could find and a snow globe with glitter, gotten a sunburn across her nose, and played skeeball until she won a huge stuffed pink monkey, who had been christened Emil.

She needed to do one more thing before they went back to the hotel. Something ... special.

She scanned the horizon. "How do you feel about Ferris Wheels?" she asked Marty experimentally, squeezing his hand.

Piper had a lot on her mind lately. She started a new job, for one thing. That kept her pretty busy this week. She wasn't complaining. At least having the spare cash would help pay for a window replacement. Piper didn't even notice the crack in the window until this morning. She even called the nice handyman, Leo, asking if he could fix it.

( Cut for length )

[ooc: Mostly establishy, but expecting a phone call.]

It's taken John some time to get there, but he's finally there. The Magdalene Order of the....Sign Not Visible. Wha?

He opens the door and pokes around. Empty. Okay, if there was supposed to be a gun-totin' blonde nun here, waiting, there should be banners and cupcakes and and and festivities of all sorts.

This? Looked surprisingly like a church. Depressingly like a church. He tossed his helmet from one hand to the other, wandering farther in. Off in a distant corner, a young priest is tending to candles.

"Excuse me, Father," he said softly, approaching the man.
"Yes, my son?"
"I was... I'm supposed to meet someone here. Rosette?"
"Yes?" The man looked puzzled.
"Sister Rosette. Is she here?"
"I'm not familiar with the name, I'm afraid."
"Sister Rosette. Christopher. She's blond, about yay tall," he holds out his hand, "has a guy tagging along, named Chrono?"
The priest's face was impassive. John must have imagined a flicker in his eyes at the name of Chrono.

John left, after lighting a candle for his mom, feeling confused. This was the church, was the address Rosette gave him. Just... she wasn't there.

He sighed, put his helmet back on, and drove away on the bike. Might as well check out that school in Westchester, since he's in the area...

It was her first day back from Fandom, and Angela had thrown herself into her job as a hostess at her father's restaurant with uncharacteristic effort. If her parents knew she was trying to keep herself from thinking about what she had left, they didn't say anything,

Rolling napkins and handing out menus managed to keep her hands busy well into the evening. Too bad they didn't take up her entire brain.

( Excuse me, miss? How long is the wait for a table? )

Hello graduates of 2007! The Fandom High Alumni Network (or NAMBLA) wants to make sure your records are up to date. Please respond to this postcard/email with your current contact information. Congratulations on surviving completing your Fandom High education!

Requested information

Name:
Year Graduated:
Current Location:
Current School/Job:
Voicemail:
Email:

What do you miss most about Fandom?
What do you miss least?
What will you blame your crazy behavior on now that you can't use the gremlins as scapegoats?

( OOC question )

[ooc: See here for explanation or any OOC questions.]

For some unknown reason, Veronica couldn't sleep. So she decided to try to pay Cameron back for all the times he had woken her up.

Plus, she had promised to call and let him know how her exams went and she wanted to wish him luck on his.


[ooc: for le boyfriend]

[ETA: Spoilers for VM S1 and sensitive subject material in the comments.]

Veronica got back from her final, feeling pretty good about the job she had done, and finally checked her voicemail.

And blinked A LOT.

After a few minutes, she finally dialed Cameron's number.



[locked to me!]

Yes, Veronica was actually awake and out of bed. She was working on her final research paper for one of her classes. And maybe surfing the web looking for prom dresses for next weekend.


[ooc: for Cameron, then Tyler]

Sunday morning meant sleeping in.

Except when you had a boyfriend on the East Coast that completely failed at the concept of timezones.



[ooc: for said boyfriend]

Veronica had been so busy with everything that was going on that she had almost forgotten spring break was next week.

So here she was, calling Cameron, to see if he was going to visit during the break.



[ooc: for Cameron]

The last week had been insane - in both good and bad ways. Veronica had gained a temporary roommate, spent a weekend in Vegas with her boyfriend and worried as her best friend and a bunch of other people took a trip to hell to kill another friend.

As a result, Veronica had done her typical Veronica thing and avoided talking to anyone for a few days. But, being that it was Valentine's Day and that she had some conversations she needed to have, she had to stop avoiding people and get on the phone.



[ooc: okay - I know there are several people who wanted to talk to V. She has two outgoing calls to make, but this post is open for incoming calls or conversations with Piper & Cal. Just please use my minor OCD to keep things straight in my head.]

Callisto was back in the hospital. Since there wasn't anything to do except stare at the walls, sleep, and avoid answering those mindless questions, she was currently trying to sleep.

Veronica was in a marginally better mood than yesterday (two bags of dark chocolate caramels helped a lot).

She was, however, rather concerned that she hadn't heard from Cameron yet. Someone would have called her if he had completely disappeared, right? At least Xander wasn't in Fandom (that she knew of, at least), since he was always the one that called her with bad news.

To pass the time, she was reading some community she'd stumbled across online where they made fun of people who got all drama queeny about TV shows and stuff.



[for the no-longer-disappearing boyfriend]

Veronica was in a really bad mood.

First there was the whole thing with Bel being the Source of all Evil and trying to kill her and all her friends. Then she went to Journalism class and her professor had ripped her article to shreds and was making her re-write it by tomorrow. She had to study for an exam in her Algebra class. And to top it all off, she had the worst PMS on the planet.

She was lying on her bed, eating dark chocolate caramels and grumbling under her breath as she re-wrote her article. It was probably a really good thing she wasn't a witch like Piper, or she'd be cursing everyone.



[mostly for Cameron, but if anyone really wants to talk to pissy!V, feel free to call. *is in no way inflicting my own personal issues on my character*]

After getting two disturbing voicemails and checking her email, Veronica was a tiny bit flaily.

Okay, a lot flaily. She and Piper had talked about strengthening the protections on the apartment and about what their next steps should be.

She called Cameron and got his voicemail. She knew she should call other people to check in, but she just didn't have the energy. So she was playing Spider Solitaire on her computer and wondering what the hell had gone wrong.


[ooc: for Cameron, please. If others would like to talk to V at some point, please ping or email me to set something up. I'm rather swamped with RP this week. Thanks!]

Veronica was sitting on her bed, surfing the internet for an interesting news story for her journalism class.



[for the boyfriend]

It was early. Veronica was sleeping.

Her phone, as always, was next to her bed.

One of these days, you think she'd learn that Cameron had no concept of time zones. Today was clearly not that day.



[primarily for Cam to call and fill V in on Cally's attack - however, if anyone else wants to call V, that's fine as long as it's after Cam and if the roomie wants a convo, that's fine too]