Paris. Shopping. Woo! For Parker, Christmas had come early. And so much shopping there was: shopping for presents for family and friends; shopping for shoes and boots and gloves for herself, and then a new jacket; shopping for a couple charities, and if you told anyone she did that she'd shoot you; and oh, right, needed a new gun holster for her ( Read more... )

Parker left just after lunch, stopping in D.C. to pick up flowers; forget-me-nots this time, as well as lavender roses.

( Happy anniversary, Mom. )

In between Spy Tech and Forensics, Parker was taking a break and catching up on her reading in her room. And possibly being attacked by a nap. Because last night's talk with Jarod and this morning's early run with Jack weren't exactly restful.

The door was still open, though.

[for moonbrain_tam, but open after]

After a morning sleeping in, and part of an afternoon celebrating with Weiss, Parker had finally headed back to her room ( Read more... )

So, on Parker's roster of accomplishments this week ( Read more... )

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Angelo gave her a thumb's up, and Parker took a breath, grabbed her flashlight, Bridge's electronic skeleton key, and Centre I.D. just in case, then wiggled out of the air duct into SL-23.

( The hall outside Jarod's old rooms looked the same as ever. )

Parker had Esme out of her habitat, she had on her favorite pajamas, she had a glass of scotch. It had been a fairly weird week so far, and classes hadn't even started.

( What she did this week. All of it. )

Late Wednesday night....

( Parker is on vacation. This is not a simple concept. )

After receiving the weirdest package ever, an exhausting evening of playing "chase Angelo" through Pippi's place, Anders' room, the Fourth Floor Common room, and Jack's room, Parker had returned to her own room to collapse and call Jarod, who thought the whole thing was way too funny. Today, she's going to be smarter about this. And not freak out ( Read more... )

Parker skipped out of Medieval History. There are some things that take precedence over dead Princes.

She took a bouquet of lavender roses to the cemetery, and slowly made her way through the black iron gate to the rows of marble stones.

Campbell. Leick. Gruner.... Parker.

( PARKER. Catherine. 1962-1999. )