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.]

Parker was killing time Xeroxing documents that her nominal boss thought she shouldn't see. Silly, silly supervisor. If she didn't want Parker to see them, she should lock them in her filing cabinet. Or not tell Parker about them in the first place ( Read more... )

"...I don't know. I'm still waiting on the goddamn translator." Parker paused outside the door of Mr. Lyle's office, and tried not to smile. Someone was very, very unhappy. "I don't know! He just sits there, staring at me like a stoned Buddha. It's been half an hour, what could be so important that he didn't even call?"

( In which Parker shows to advantage. And Lyle... does not. )

Parker's summer job started today. Considering it was just a more intense version of her usual part-time job, without having to be in school, it really wasn't that bad.

Her new digs still need some work, though.

Time to take a break from unpacking and call people for distraction. Unlike last time, when she was calling to be talked down off the ( Read more... )

Bright and early (due to a phone call from two drunk ex-time-travelers) Parker and Zero got up and took a bus then the Tube into London to see one of the things that absolutely couldn't be missed while in England: The Tower of London.

Specifically, some really sparkly rocks.

[for the visiting ex-pat]