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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April inna bar, with a little sign propped up on her table.

Gum Wrapper Chain for Sale

$30 or best offer

Own this 4-foot long (and growing) piece of modern art today!

(High price due to cost of gum)

True to form, she's still working on the gum wrapper chain, actually chewing a piece of the gum this time.

Still has a manuscript for Tilda, should she wander by.

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[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

"That's pretty unsanitary," says a man who seems to be keeping his distance from the table. "I hope already chewed gum wasn't placed in those at any point in time."

Because really, who'd want to have something like that around their neck?

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Oh, it doesn't go around your neck. It's art.

April grins up at him. "No, I've got a pile of unchewed gum right there." A nod toward a small pile of the silver-wrapped sticks of gum. "I've got a small collection going - I don't actually chew gum all that much."

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

Either way, it's still unsanitary!

Monk smiles a little, then eyes the pile. It's not straight, but at least the wrappers are still on.

A pause while he straightens out a few sticks, and then, "What inspired you to make... that?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Writer's block." April answers promptly. "And now I'm just bored... Can't start editing really for another week or so, I need a little distance from the story..." she tries to bite back a smile. "You can, uh... feel free to arrange my gum however you wish. It can be an art form in and of itself."

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

"Writer's block," Monk repeats, tilting his head a little. "What does writer's block have to do with gum?"

While waiting for an answer, he continues to rearrange, making neat little piles of varying height.

There's a method to his madness, really! It's just that no one ever understands his methods. Oh well.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April figures. She actually finds it amusing. She had a cousin who was OCD, he did weird things like that a lot.

"Nothing at all!" she says cheerfully. "But when I get blocked, I need to do something that has nothing to do with writing, so I'll get unblocked, and I was being anti-social at the time. Thus... gum wrapper chain!" She pauses. "Mostly I throw the gum out. I suppose it's a bit wasteful, but... well. I've got a habit to support." she grins.

It's a much better habit to have than, say... heroin.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

"Makes sense," Monk says, still completely focused on rearranging.

And then, he stops, satisfied with his work.

"Well I should hope you throw out the gum. Otherwise, you'd have to stick it somewhere, and... ew."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"My thoughts exactly." April wrinkles her nose.

God, she's brainsharing with Monk... That is frightening.

"I'm... I'm April, by the way." she says with a friendly smile.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

Hey, any sane person would find that gross!

"Adrian Monk," he says, smiling back.

Finally, he's mingling again!

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

She doesn't offer a hand to shake. Something tells her he's a bit germophobic.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Monk." Aw, she's so polite... not many 24-year-olds are nowadays, you know.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

Monk is eternally grateful for this. He always feels like a jerk when he doesn't shake hands.

He laughs a little bit. "You don't have to call me Mr. Monk."

Kinda makes him feel old.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Adrian, then?" April asks with a bit of a grin. This man seems pretty quirky, to say the least.

She likes quirky.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

"Adrian, Monk, Weirdo, Captain Cool, doesn't make a difference."

Monk is the epitome of quirky.

... among other things.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Oh, look. There's a familiar blonde man snoring against the wall. Poor boy. He's cherry red and totally and completely asleep. Whoops?

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April happens to glance over and see him. She grins mischievously and puts some of that unchewed gum to use.

There is a reason she was dating Roger, after all.

So there are some small, gum-like, silver-wrapped projectiles landing in the vicinity of Mark's head.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Oh, Mark knows that mischievious streak. Anyone who's around the Loft for long enough seems to pick it up.

However, at the moment, Mark bats the little bits away in his sleep and goes on snoring. Sorry, April. Might have to take a bit more drastic measures.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Oh, she's fully prepared to take them. She abandons her gum and gum wrappers and, quite neatly and effortlessly, plops herself down in Mark's lap.

If that doesn't wake him up...

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark stirs a bit and opens his eyes slightly. "Mmmf. April? What're you don' in m'lap?" Yeah, he's still mostly asleep. "Didn't do anything bad, did I?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April laughs and kisses his cheek. "No, hon, you didn't do anything bad. I was just wondering why you're sitting here asleep is all. And you didn't wake up when I threw gum at you."

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

He blinks a bit, stretching, but wincing as his sunburn pulls at him. "Oh. Uh. It's been a long couple of filming days, 's all. I think I leaned against the wall, and found the most rest I've had in a while." His cheeks turn a bit more red than they already were from the sunburn. "I, er, didn't even know you were throwing things at me. Why're you using gum as a projectile anyway?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Because I'm making a gum-wrapper chain and I've got lots of extra." she says solemnly, peering at his sunburn. "You want some aloe vera for that or anything?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well that makes sense." Bohemians make art out of anything. Mark's not surprised at the medium. He's seen stranger. "And, er, I might actually take you up on that. I, uh, seem to be so pale that whatever white goo I put on a couple days ago did absolutely nothing."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"You didn't reapply during the day, did you?" April asks, shaking her head. Sometimes, that girl can get downright maternal. "SPF 30 at the least, and reapply every couple of hours. How many times have I told you this?"

Many many times, April. Many many times.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *smacks AIM for eating first post*]

"Um." Mark looks shifty for a moment and facepalms. "I wasn't thinking about it, April. I was more worried about the fact that my city's not really burning right." He sighs, with an almost Luke Skywalker-esque whine creeping into his voice. "I'll put it on next time, I promise."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April knows that whine. Intimately. She is a scholar of Star Wars, if there ever was one. Not that she lets it show too often. She grins. "Okay, young Skywalker, you worry about your city burning, get someone else to remind you about your sunblock, how's that?"