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... )

Parker had stopped swearing in Chinese and started swearing in Russian four hours ago. Elisabeth and Stella were hiding in the kitchen, because they were going out to party in an hour, and Nourhane had already left with Selim. Parker could not go out. Parker had a presentation to finish, and the obsessive need to come up with a plan to track Jarod ( Read more... )

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 had finished up her Finals with one last burst of creativity that might net her another place on the Dean's List this semester; too soon to tell, or care, yet. She planned on being drunk for the next 24 hours, screw her ulcer. She deserved it.

But first, a call to Roma, and a policeman of her acquaintance from two years before. "Paulo, it' ( Read more... )

Parker's week: Midterms Hell. Hell. Hell. Centre Internship Hell. Next to no sleep. Way too much caffiene. Getting her ass kicked at the dojo by the new teacher. Both her stand-by guys out of town, and no time for... anyway. And oh yes, an e-mail. A special e-mail ( Read more... )

"You are all... stupid," Parker told her study group. "No, I do mean it. I wouldn't usually say it, because I know it doesn't get good results, but I have had it with your totally lame ideas for our semester project, I am working twenty hours a week in London, my ulcer can not take one more mistake from you twits that costs us points, and I do not ( Read more... )

Three exams done. Aced. Finished. Completed. One to go. Or rather, one paper to go ( Read more... )

Parker and the ten other Americans in Dolphin Hall were holding the common room hostage. Pizza boxes, Thai and Indian food, and lots of alcohol were scattered around the room as they switched between CNN, BBC1 and the sat feed of the US channels.

At one jittery, caffiene-laden point, she sent a global text to her friends:

ENGLAND SUPPORTS US! ( Read more... )

Parker's in crisis mode.

There are three terrified geeks in the Dolphin Hall IT Lab who would like to go home, now.

*riiiing*

"Did I say you could leave? Did I?"

And the low geek on the totem pole slinks back to his station.

*riiiing*

[for the PA with the mallet and the megaphone]

The line to get into The Bridge was snaking around the block, so Parker, Elizabeth, Nourhane, Selim and River were amusing themselves trying to figure out how to get around the bouncer and get inside already.

"Bribery, bludgeoning, or blackmail?" Parker asked River. "Which do you prefer?"

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