Very early Monday morning, London, England - and cyberspace

[mparkerceo]

The last week had been about getting the backlog of work out of the way after the fun that was Bridge and Xander's wedding and reception. Parker was packing for Black Rock, mostly consisting of: clothes that would not be ripped off on the playa (or that she wouldn't care if they were), boots, five thousand pairs of sunglasses and goggles, water bottles, sunscreen, her camera and a zillion photo cards, and... Centre office supplies for trade on the playa. What? She didn't steal them. Just ordered another box or two the last time they resupplied. Free advertising, plus subversion of the Centre, when they turned up 're-imagined' somewhere in a very inappropriate context.

Which was when her in-box pinged.

TO: [versaceforever@gmail.com] Parker
FROM: [cantcatchmeha@yahoo.com]Pez



It involves irrational numbers.

When were you planning on being at Lake Catherine next month?

Pez

Parker paused, highly amused, then went to the website where he'd gotten the postcard and sent a reply.

TO: [cantcatchmeha@yahoo.com]Pez
FROM: [versaceforever@gmail.com] Parker



September 21-28. Think you'll be on the same continent?

Parker

TO: [versaceforever@gmail.com] Parker
FROM: [cantcatchmeha@yahoo.com]Pez



Possibly. Will let you know.

BTW, Lyle is still whining about you in Rome.

Pez

TO: [cantcatchmeha@yahoo.com]Pez
FROM: [versaceforever@gmail.com] Parker



I don't want to know how you know that.

Off to party with strangers in the sun!

Parker

[ooc: establishy]