[ insert lyrics ]

[boobwindow]

WHO: JEFF and KAREN
WHERE: Karen's apartment, De Chima.
WHEN: Evening of 10/3 or 10/4. Whenever works for Spam.
WHAT: Lawyer at Large and no chill.
WARNINGS: TBA.

---

[ Karen may have only been able to afford an apartment all those months ago, and as much as she desperately needed to stop sleeping on her office couch, she still has standards. The one bedroom apartment is swanky enough in appearance, though interior decoration is particularly sparse. Karen keeps no belongings such as photos, figures, art, etc. asides from a number of snow globes lined along one of the shelves where some books lie. There's a tiny DVD collection of mostly horror films sitting atop another wall shelf and some books and magazines around the place, but that's as much "interior decorating" she's done.

Her orange cat is skulking around the living room vicinity, eyes intently focused on Jeff while trying to determine who this stranger is in his territory. Karen, wearing loose jogging pants and a plain tee, doesn't pay him any attention, behind the kitchen counter with a large box of pizza and looking for some glasses in her cupboard. ]

What are you having?

Comments

[boobwindow]

He's a sweet and innocent fuzzball, thanks very much.

[ She opens up the box, sets the glasses on the table and then pops open the champagne bottle without any trouble. Pouring them both full glasses, she keeps an eye out for the cat's curious paw reaching for the box before she nudges him away with her foot.

Karen slides one glass to the end where Jeff is going to sit and flops into her couch, kicking her legs up on her own table. ]

I hope this is good! Otherwise I'm putting on Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

[textualhealing]

I've yet to meet any cat that's sweet and innocent. [Eyeing up that kitty so hard. But fine, he'll take Karen's word for it for now, if only because the lure of watching himself is far stronger.

With the DVD in and loading up, he moves to drop into the space left for him on the couch, immediately finding comfort in slouching and sprawling because yes, thank you, he will make himself at home. He'll even lean forward just long enough to help himself to a slice of pizza.]

It's gonna be good. You can trust me, I'm a lawyer. What are you even expecting?

[boobwindow]

I have no idea.

[ Which is partly what makes it very intriguing; she doesn't mind some surprises, but honestly, what's the worst that could come of this? Unless it's downright offensive, the worst it can be is vapid and boring. ]

So this is your full-time job here, huh?

[textualhealing]

[Just helping himself to the remote controller so he can scroll towards episode one the second loading is done with, but he's not hitting play. Not yet. The opener is an intro and clearly they can't miss that, because it's basically him and only him for the first few minutes.]

Yeah. I guess you could say that. It's the one they assigned me with when I showed up here and I've stuck to it. [Mostly because it plays so perfectly to his narcissism that it's worth the ball ache of being followed around by a camera crew for months.] But I ended up opening up my own firm, which kiiiind of coincides with the whole show thing, but I got clients who like to stay away from the cameras too. [Aka criminals.]

You got the science stuff, right?

[boobwindow]

That's what I did back home. Made perfect sense for me to continue it here.

[ Karen sits up for a moment to grab herself a slice of pizza, propping the bottom up with one hand and taking a quick bite from the tip. She gently wipes the corner of her mouth with a paper napkin. ]

When I was ported here with the first group, they had me working software.

[ Which is good money, but it was a literal demotion. ]