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roswell - liz parker

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[ all the music's stopped. thank god. that was like living below incredibly noisy neighbors who wouldn't shut their music off. not that liz had ever experienced that back home in roswell, but her the family who lived above her aunt's in florida weren't exactly the quietest people. at least they didn't blast music all day long, that would've been intolerable. as it were, she only made it through this recent event by plugging in headphones and settling down with a good book to drown it all out and focus on something else. ]

A question, City. I was wondering... Not counting any of the aliens we have here, because the dimensional shift between worlds is sort of cheating and can make something that isn't reality become a reality... But, yeah, not counting any non-humans you may or may not have met here, do you... Do you believe in aliens?

[ just out of curiosity, of course. certainly, she doesn't want to see if she's not the only one with actual aliens back home. ]

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[ liz debates answering truthfully. she'd told maria on a selfish sort of whim, betraying max in the name of her own sanity and being unable to refuse her best friend's demands to know what was going on with her. but, that had been different. liz had been shot and maria knew it, even if max had healed her up just fine. she'd been scared - they both had. now...

she shrugs. ] I'm from Roswell. You wonder about aliens, sometimes.

Been through there once. [Way too hot for her liking. Too much sand.]

Did you see where I put the white wine? I completely forgot.

Oh, yeah? There's not much to see there if a Crash Festival isn't going on or or some convention's being held. Roswell's not as exciting as Hollywood makes it out to be. Pretty boring, actually.

[ she moves over to the fridge and stands on her toes in attempt to reach the cupboards above it... but alas, at 5'3", she's too short. :c ] Up here, I think. If I could reach it.

There's a stool--no, wait that's on the roof from me stringing up lights. I fail as a room mate. [Charlie has to seat herself on the counter to get it but get it she does.]

I have no clue what to make with the chicken. I didn't even think about it.

[She'll bring Ed up soon. Really. Also, the smallest of the cats is returning, mewing up at Liz. Hypnos has returned to the cat tower to stare at everyone with boredom. It's how she rolls.]

Actually, I think you're pretty great as a roommate. I'm an only child, so I've never really had to share... I guess I'm just glad this is working out instead of us fighting over personal space and drawing uncrossable lines across the kitchen floor.

[ liz shakes her head at petrichor and picks him up, scratching the cat's head. ]

I'd offer to help, but there's a reason I was a waitress and not working in the kitchen at my parents' café.

I'll probably just do a salad. Sounds best. [Charlie's still mixing this and that before giving Petrichor and Liz a smile. And then;] That curse...the music one? Did you get hit with that? I wasn't home all day so I don't know.

No, thank God. I did spend the day listening to other music to drown it all out, though. Did you?

Yep and lemme tell ya, this curse was a doozy. The songs weren't just random noise. [That salad she mentioned? She's making that now, searching the fridge for anything that looked good to have on a salad.]

If you hated someone you were talking to, it'd play a song about hate. Any possible emotion you had, there was a song for. Even theme-songs. Mine was kinda depressing.

I used to think it'd be kind of neat to have your own soundtrack. Kind of like you were in a movie? But, that was just... [ she makes a face. ] Ridiculous.

[ and now she frowns, concerned. ] Why depressing?

Ridiculous, indeed. My song...I dunno. It just sounded oddly familiar. [She shrugs, turning off the stove and reaching for plates.]

I ran into Ed and he was cursed. His song was not what I expected.

The vampire?

Yeah. The one that lives upstairs. His songs were very sappy and leaning towards quite romantic. And...mine to him were, too.

[ ...the face she is making right now, charlie. tell her she's jumping to the wrong conclusions here. ]

You're not.. You can't. Not with him. Are you?

It's a possibility. [Yes. She and Ed are a Thing.] He's had so many opportunities to make a meal out of me in the desert but he didn't and then he eats before he runs into me and he actually told Tony Stark to fly me out of the desert when all that shit was going on. Not to mention, he was actually upset when I was attacked by a gorgon. I don't know when he stopped wanting to turn me into a snack, but I don't mind it.

[And there are just a million other factors at play, here, none of which Charlie can make much sense of.]

That doesn't change the fact that he has the ability to do so! What if he's just stringing you along so he can get you into the perfect, trustable, comfortable setting to sink his fangs into you?

[ gdit charlie, you were the one who told her to watch out for ed. what are you doing. ]

I'm still wary. I'm still so very wary and it's going to take a lot from him to actually get me to relax completely. I was raised to be constantly on my guard, anyway, and it doesn't take that long for me to think a fire into existence.

[She makes bad life choices.]

I'd just... [ sigh. ] I'd really hate to see anything happen to you, Charlie.

[She smiles slightly, glad to have a friend like Liz in her life. And she even manages to give Liz a half-hug. She's still plating dinner, see.]

You are the best. I think we should take dinner to the roof. It's nice enough out.

[ liz smiles and returns the hug. she's still worried about charlie and will definitely be keeping an eye out for her, but she's willing to drop the topic. for now. don't doubt she won't bring it up later. ]

That sounds great. I used to eat on the roof all the time back in Roswell.

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