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Old September 9 2011, 04:52 AM   #17
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Re: Non Trek Fic: Quinn's Code (A Daria AU)

Cafe Geekdale - Part 6

Jennifer knocked on Daria's door.
Daria quickly opened it. “Hi, are you ready?” she asked.

“I am. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't.”

Daria smirked briefly, prior to letting Jennifer into the room.

“Close the door. I don't want Quinn complaining about the noise.”

“Sure,” Jennifer said, as she closed the door and glanced at the padded walls. 'Excellent soundproofing,' she thought.

Daria grabbed her guitar.


15 minutes later, Daria had gone through her performance twice.

“That's a little better. Mr. O'Neill will still react to it though,” Jennifer said.

“I want him to react,” Daria said.

“Make him think that the Coffee House is a bad idea?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes,” Daria simply said.

Jennifer shook her head in good humor.


Quinn and Jenna were talking as they approached Lawndale High.

“...And then Jennifer said that Daria doesn't want the Coffee House to succeed,” Quinn said.

Jenna stopped. “That she wants it to fail?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“I hope that her song, whatever it is about, won't be that bad.”
“Well it's metal music, so I think it might be borderline,” Quinn said with a nervous laugh, as they came to the front of the school.

“I will try to convince Mr. O'Neill to have the Anime reviews first,” Jenna said.

“I have my Ghost in the Shell review.”

“That's good!”

Quinn smiled.


Quinn approached the Programming Club meeting with aprehension. “Why are you so apprehensive, Quinn?” Wolfgang Schuhardt asked.

Quinn turned to the nerdy boy. “Have you ever thought that Andrea may be a hacker or something?” she said quietly.

Wolfgang stopped and looked around. “I have, but only after others have told me their suspicions,” he said.

“No one has told me, but she gives off that vibe, you know,” Quinn said uneasily.

“She does give off an unfriendly vibe, but I don't think that means that she is a hacker.”

“What of the network share at her house?”

“You don't have to share files there if you don't want to.”

“I guess not,” Quinn said.

Wolfgang opened the door. “Girls first,” he said.

“Thanks,” Quinn said.


Andrea arrived last. She looked at the half dozen members. “I'm sure you're wondering why I called this meeting today?” she asked.

There was a brief murmer among the members.

“It has to do with the Coffee House.”

The members looked at each other in confusion, what did the Coffee House have to do with anything that the Programming Club did?

Quinn raised her hand.

“Yes?” Andrea asked.

“What about the Coffee House?”
“I am reading a poem there and I would like an opinion,” Andrea said.

'Weird,' Wolfang thought.

“Really?” someone asked.
“Yes,” Andrea said.

“Let's hear it,” Quinn said, wondering what it would entail...


Quinn left the Programming Club meeting slightly annoyed. “Andrea didn't need to call a meeting for that!” she murmered.

“I agree,” Wolfgang said as he followed her out of the room.

“And I don't want to think about that poem of hers. It's quite creepy and macabre,” Quinn said, with a shudder.

“Reminders you of her house, doesn't it?” Wolfgang said.

Quinn nodded.

“She invited me over alone once when we were in middle school. That's a day I wouldn't ever forget.”

“Don't tell me!” Quinn said with hand raised.

“I wasn't going to,” Wolfgang said quietly.

“Good,” Quinn said relieved.

“We can talk about what else may be performed at the Coffee House.”

“Sure.”


At her house, Cindy was talking to one of her cousins on an instant messenger progam.


Brols_trekker: So how's your new friend?”

Cindyquil: She is settling into Lawndale well, although one of our classmates has taken umbrage to her becoming popular.

Brols_trekker: Oh?

Cindyquil: The school has set up a new Coffee House and Quinn has received a mysterious email which says that someone wants to use the Coffee House to destroy her popularity.

Brols_trekker: That's not good!

Cindyquill: It definitely isn't


At the Lane house, Daria was playing the song for Jane in the basement. She had plugged her guitar into Mystik Spiral's equipment.
Trent came down the stairs, curious about the unfamiliar song which was coming up from the basement.

Daria suddenly noticed that Trent was there and fumbled with the guitar, dropping it into a nearby pile of clothes.

“Woah!” Trent said.

“Yes, Daria is a musician,” Jane said, having neglected to tell her brother that possibly pertinent information.

“Hi,” Daria said as she blushed.

“Wow, you're really good, Daria,” Trent praised.

'He does have an effect on her,' Jane thought.

“Um, thanks,” Daria said, quietly.

Jane took Trent aside. “Could you go and get us some water?” she asked.

“Sure, Janey.”

After Trent had gone up to the ground floor, Jane said “Wow, you do have a crush on him, don't you?”

Daria grumbled and picked up her guitar. She started playing from the point where Trent had interrupted her.

'Amazing. She is definitely a lot better than all four of them combined.' Jane thought as she continued listening.


When Brittany arrived at the Coffee House with Kevin, she noticed that there almost no seats left. “I told you we should have come earlier, Kevie,” she said.

“There are few seats left,” he said.

'He doesn't get it,' she thought “Oooh, but they are not where I wanted to sit!” Brittany said.

Kevin winced as Brittany's voice squeaked higher than usual. “Sorry, Babe!” he said. He didn't like it when she hurt his ears.


The audience applauded as Quinn stepped off the stage after reading her Ghost in the Shell review.
“Thank you, Thank you,” she said, as she gave a bow.

Sandi seethed. 'You won't be so cheerful for long, you Geekendorffer!' she thought.


“That's not how one should treat their guitar!” Daria said as the boy on stage started throwing it around, after he had caused some feedback.

“I didn't care for his song either,” Jennifer said.

“All he was saying was 'I loathe you',” Jane said.

“No, there were other lyrics...” Jennifer pointed out.


Brittany was on stage, preforming a scene from Romeo and Juliet. “Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

“I'm right here, babe!” Kevin said, also on stage, holding a skull.

Some football players cheered Kevin on.

“Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or thou will't not be but sworn, my love, and I'll no longer be a caplet!”

“Hey! Yo! I'm down here! Check it out!”

Brittany was rather annoyed. “Check it out? You promised to learn your lines, you, you clown! And what's that skull supposed to be?” She stalked off stage, giving off vibes of barely contained anger.

“The skull's cool,” Kevin said, his usual oblivious self.

'You don't get it,' Jennifer thought with a slight shake of her head.


Andrea was up on stage. “ I'm here. But where are you? Sure, I see your body. Anybody home in that rotting bag of flesh?” she said as she concluded her poem.

“See? You don't want to do poetry for this crowd,” Jane said.

“You think it's too late for me to learn juggling?” Daria asked.

“Yep,” Jane said.

Mr. O'Neill walked up to the stage. “Thank you very much, Andrea. It takes a lot of courage to expose your raw emotions that way.”

As a spotlight focused on her table, Andrea put a bottle of some description behind her.

“And now a commentary on social relationships at Lawndale High, by Sandi Griffin.”

“Good Evening, Students of Lawndale High and other Coffee House patrons, I have prepared this statement to tell you that Geeks are not welcome, like as members of the popular cliques,” she began.

“Oh dear,” Mr. O'Neill said, as he realised what Sandi was trying to do. He hoped that not too many self identified geeks in the audience wouldn't be traumatised.
'This doesn't sound good,' Quinn thought as Sandi began. She listened in disbelief as Sandi continued her rant against Geeks. 'Good thing I came prepared.' She took the speech she had written the night before out of her pocket, and gave it a look over. 'It will have to do.'

“You are going to read that?” Cindy asked.

“I'm going to have to,” Quinn said.

Kristen nodded.
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