The last good-byes before today had been said: Sam, and Kawalsky, off on their roadtrip, and Angela, back in Pittsburgh by now. She'd teased Johnny Storm, gone to the Spa with Isabel, and attended Friday night's luau, including hugging Constable Fraser, talking with Xander and Bridge as a ferret again, meeting Robin the frog, plotting with Zero, ( Read more... )

Parker looked around and stared, and then put her face in her hands.

"It's a scifi Con!?"

Apparently, the nice convention they'd been booked in to play was hosting fans of Galaxy Quest, Strifenova Celestial, Bitterwoman, Wormhole X-Treme, Space Battles, Lost City, Wraithmist, Mr. What and every other scifi TV show and movie on the planet ( Read more... )

Parker opened up the doors to both rooms, set out the half-vanilla, half-chocolate cake from Jeff, God of Biscuits, and put a sign outside the hallway of 236:

Happy 18th Birthday to ME

Come on in and have some cake!

Booze and prezzies welcome.

Then sat down to contemplate her present from her father. Who'd sounded ridiculously pleased about ( Read more... )