Parker had reappeared on the lawn of Fandom High, and not been sure where to go first, or what to do first, or what she wanted to do.... then she got a text from Jarod.

BACK! And stuck in EuroDisney. Come find me as soon as you can!

Figuring that people would wind up back at Ronan's eventually, she headed for his house.

And put on some music. ( Read more... )

Pacing. Back. And forth. Back. And forth.

Wyatt had left to try and get to Jarod hours ago.

Back. And forth.

[for Sockboy and anyone at Ronan's place.]

Soooo, Parker had graduated. There had been Pomp & Circumstance. There had been stupid hats, and stupider robes. There had been pieces of paper with her name on them, granting her the equivalent of a Bachelor of Arts in Chinese and a Bachelor of Science in Economics, with highest honors. (Damn right, given she'd combined the two for her thesis ( Read more... )

"I'm glad you're all here. You all know each other. For those of you who only met him once-- or on the other side of the bar at Caritas-- this is Jarod." She nodded sideways at him, and he gave a small wave to the room. "You all agreed to help me bring down the Centre. This is the first step. Tomorrow night, it happens."

( Five variations on the theme of escape. )

After her trip to visit Vegas, and a quick trip back to L.A. to say good-bye and thanks to Zero and Peter, and get her stuff back, Parker was ensconced in her room, with Nourhane, Elizabeth, and Stella back in theirs. Six months after she left, and it was like nothing had changed. Elizabeth had an internship with the RSC, Stella was working at ( Read more... )

Parker might have been a little hungover after last night's Emmy parties. There had been an edition of Zero vs. Hollywood on the red carpet, some celebrity-terrifying on the part of the eponymous host, then a lot of congratulations for Peepcapolypse Now doing well in its first week in the theaters. Now there was attempting to think in order to ( Read more... )

Zero's e-mail reminded Parker that she really needed to tell a few more people where she was.

TO: Isabel, Ronan, Anders, Logan, Angel, CC: Alanna
FROM: Parker

AT BRIDGE & XANDER'S. OK. ISH. SORRY IF WORRIED YOU.

HOW ARE YOU?

- PARKER

[ooc: open for e-mails, texts, phone calls, or peoples from New Tech City]

Why the hell didn't she have any white heels that would work? Why did they all have to be open-toe? Maybe she could go shopping, get white heels that would work with a white outfit for Che's funeral.

Maybe she should wear black.

Christ.

Parker sorted through her closet, and then turned and threw a shoe at the wall.

[expecting a phone call, ( Read more... )

To say Parker is jet-lagged and edgy is a major, major understatement. She got here on-- Friday? Maybe?-- and has only slept 4 hours since.

Maybe someone can tell her what time zone she's in? And what to do about other problems that have come up?

[ooc: open for phone calls to friends anywhere with a working clock]

Parker was packing. She left for four months in China in less than a week, started classes at Peking University at the same time, and oh yes, Lyle was still on the loose.

Cigarettes were looking good.

[ooc: expecting one phone call, but open for others from small people who know Parker.]