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[you_run_i_chase]

Who: Miss Parker and You
What: A day in the life.
When: Tomorrow. (Saturday)
Where: All around.
Warnings: It's Parker. She swears a fucking lot.
Notes: For those who don't know, a Day in the Life thread is just an open log, I'm gonna put up a couple of places and if none of those work for you, then just drop in comment with a new one and I'll

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8:30. Breakfast.

[you_run_i_chase]

Coffee. Coffee. At the moment, Parker needed coffee more than anything in the world. Coffee tended to be the only thing she ate at breakfast, though this morning she was staring at a pile of pastries and deciding if it they were worth it.

[surfaceshine]

Dean was not normally a morning person, but he was having trouble sleeping lately. He had a number of things he might have done, back in his own world and his own life, to pass the time on a restless night, but now the only solace left to him pretty much is coffee. So he can relate.

In fact, he'd pretty much commandeered a spot very near to the biggest machine he could find, and he glanced up from zoning out over the comforting smell of black coffee to a familiar expression if not a familiar face.

He won't try to say anything until she gained her own first mug, but he nodded, and even smiled a bit, though his heart wasn't in it just yet.

[you_run_i_chase]

For a moment, until Parker had gotten her first sip of her coffee (black with two sugars) she thought that she might have been doing a fair amount of dreaming. Dean Winchester's face was a familiar one to her, and she'd been too busy being Jarod to pay any attention to the arrivals on the network.

Once the caffeine began to work it's black magic through sludgy veins, Parker's eyes locked with his own and the fact that he was real was starting to settle into her head. When he gave no sign of knowing her, Parker sighed. It was a heavy sound and Parker wasn't very happy about it. She'd liked Dean once upon a time, and hated playing that fucking catch up game.

[surfaceshine]

And that certainly wasn't helping his heart get into the swing of things. He raised one eyebrow at the heavy sigh, sniffed, and glanced away over a sip of his own coffee. Normally he wouldn't care if someone wanted to snub him before breakfast; he wasn't sure why he did, now.

"Damn - sorry, I guess," he said, though he didn't sound very apologetic. He hasn't found out, yet, that he was here before.

9ish. Deck

[you_run_i_chase]

With a cup of coffee in one hand, and a cigarette in the other and a plate balancing a pastry on the railing, Parker looks like she's thinking. Or at the very list, like she's bored as hell.

[darknessb4me]

Now that it's snowing, the deck is Arthas' BFF. At least half of the fresh footprints belong to him.

Even wearing black against the white, he seems to sort of appear out of the snow to lean against the railing as well. There are little drifts collecting on his shoulders. He nods to her.

[you_run_i_chase]

The snow. How she hated snow. Right now it doesn't seem to matter, or maybe it's that with the snow it seems a bit less like the Barge.

When he nodded to her, Parker nodded in return, and then she spoke softly. "I forgot how much you like the whole winter-fucking-wonderland theme."

[darknessb4me]

He shrugs, and smirks. Fucking wonderland.

"It snows a lot at home."

11 ish. Gym

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker's in the gym at this hour, but she's not engaging in her normal routine of engaging in a round of fighting with the bag. No, instead Parker's got out her sword and is going through the fencing movements with it. No fear, every day gym goers, Parker is still wearing her suit and stilettos.

Re: 11 ish. Gym

[notiaraincluded]

Since the gym was kind of his 'job' on the Barge, it wasn't surprising that Luke would be there while she was practicing. He'd seen her practice plenty of times before, though not with her sword.

"You planning on dueling someone?"

[you_run_i_chase]

He'd surprised her by talking, that was certain, and she tensed up for just a split second before she forced herself to relax. Parker knew it wasn't him, and she accepted that.

"Why?" The question was asked with a smirk. "You offering?"

[notiaraincluded]

He laughs a little.

"I would, but I'm pretty sure bulletproof skin is a little advantageous for me"

4 ish-dinner prep.

[you_run_i_chase]

Kitchen fucking nightmares time. The dinner team is in and prepping. Tonight's dinner is chicken Alfredo. Knives and pans and swears are flying.

6-8

[you_run_i_chase]

Dinner service. Dinner tonight is chicken alfredo with broccoli, bread, and as always salad. For dessert it's chocolate cake. Your server has been avoiding people for days.