Parker is dancing to her iPod on the back porch, wearing Casimir's shirt.

No, he's not getting it back.

She's also making a few phone calls to friends today. Some people she IM'd earlier this week and so she doesn't need to talk to now ( Read more... )

There had been small tiny crazy people, taken out for ice cream and introduced to their fathers. There had been popcorn vengeance, and paintball fighting. There had been sad good-byes and some serious sighs of relief.

Wednesday had been all about classes, and trying to process. Talking to Jake and Isabel, and D'Anna and Jarod at Caritas. And of ( Read more... )

So after a pretty good Prom, over all -- dancing with people still being played out, yay -- and laughing a lot when Alanna and Jack won Prom Queen and King, and cheering for Isabel and Daisy-- Parker was escorted home by Daisy, got a kiss on the cheek, and went to bed.

( Dreams and phone calls. But not dreams about phone calls. )

Parker was relaxing in her room after visiting Jarod at Caritas, music spiraling out into the hallway as she lay on her bed, reading her Spy Tech homework.

( And then the boyfriend stops by, and the door closes behind him. )

Parker woke up before Weiss. And didn't feel like going back to sleep.

Staring at your sleeping boyfriend is only fun for so long, despite what poets and Hollywood tell you. So, Parker grabbed the remote, fluffed up some pillows, and settled in to watch Deceased Once More on the early morning cable channel.

[for the slumbering boyfriend.]

Portal-lag sucked. They'd arrived in Amsterdam last night at 6pm local time, six hours off from Fandom. Parker hadn't been able to sleep until well after three in the morning despite her best efforts. Now she's synched with the local clocks, but still cranky and far too awake for her mental health.

Yesterday's chats with Jack, Isabel and River, ( Read more... )

Parker walked to the beach from the parking lot, and settled in on a dune within sight of the Causeway. The sun was starting to get lower in the sky, and a breeze was flowing across the water toward her.

Her sunglasses stayed on as she twirled a forget-me-not between her fingers.

[for weissguy_ but open for your beach needs]

Parker returned Jarod's phone call as soon as she was back in her room. It gave her a little space to not-think, and try not to replay the events of the afternoon in her head.

( Then she wrote to Angelo. )

Two identical e-mails were sent. Angelo didn't CC: either party, for reasons too complicated for him to verbalize.

TO: [catchmeifyoucan@yahoo.com] [eric.weiss@fandomhigh.edu]
FROM: demonico@thecentre.net
SUBJECT: Parker

Stop Parker. Baltimore. Today.

Rumor bad!

Nightmares bad.

NOW.

Angelo

One last check to make sure she had everything. Gun. Protective shield from Irulan. Mask from Spy Tech class, as well as a longer-haired wig-- Sam's words at the spa about DNA testing having sunk in, hard. Cellphone, in case, in case....

Her hands were shaking. They always did, when she was this keyed up.

Parker considered taking her own advice ( Read more... )