Parker's had this dream before. Elevator. Pearls. Brigitte. Only this time, she's picking up where the gunshot left off--

Brigitte's arm came up, a silver .Sig (my gun, she's got my gun) in her hand, and her finger tightened on the trigger ( Read more... )

Last night's nightmare, and the weirdness of today's encounter with merpeople have completely cancelled out the normality of Gun Club. So Parker's not sleeping. She's not meditating, either. She's not even playing with Esme, or the kitten she'll have to give back soon ( Read more... )

So after the glee of having Isabel back and getting her settled back in, Parker spent the rest of the day catching up on homework, and practicing her swordwork. Nothing that should have caused any rumblings in her subconscious.

And yet. She was in the elevator, wearing the gray suit her mother had worn on the day she died. Pearls around her neck ( Read more... )

After last night's news from Anders about Bel, a very short sleep, then getting up to say good-bye to Isabel, then drinking with Jack at Caritas, finding out about the invasion from Rose, and then sorta-drunk-dialing Angel and Logan, Parker was a little wound up. She decided to kill time until she got tired by studying the Rumor file. Until 4am ( Read more... )