The Perk, late Thursday evening

Dec 01, 2011 20:04

Parker had finally made it to Fandom, after another stop through a war zone, a city where everything was green, and then Milliways, where she had to explain she wasn't an entree ( Read more... )

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izzyalienqueen December 2 2011, 03:11:38 UTC
Parker must have been seriously portal-lagged if she thought Isabel was going to be satisfied with a phone call.

Five minutes after getting the call, Isabel was racing through the door of the Perk.

Hopefully Parker was prepared for the tackle glomp.

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mparkerceo December 2 2011, 03:14:08 UTC
"Unf!" Parker put her coffee down, eyes bleary and barely focusing, and draped an arm around Isabel. "So, yeah. Hi."

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izzyalienqueen December 2 2011, 03:19:22 UTC
"You have no idea how freaking worried I have been about you," Isabel said as she stepped back and looked Parker over. "No offense, but you look a little rumpled."

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mparkerceo December 2 2011, 03:25:20 UTC
"I haven't slept in-- God, I don't know how long. And the last couple stops I didn't even get to sit down, it was Standing Room Only." Parker leaned into Isabel, mouth drawing down in a yawn. "My shoes caught up with me in some Island place. I don't even know."

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nohattrick December 2 2011, 04:28:43 UTC
After waking up on the couch in the lounge (he really needed to find a place to stay), Trick made his way over to the Perk. Booze for breakfast, coffee in the evening--probably not the best way to be handling things, but Trick had spent all of Wednesday going over Portalocity's current customer service logs and, well, SOMETIMES BOOZE WAS A BREAKFAST FOOD.

Though even being a Fae did not prevent hangovers. Not for the first time, Trick wished his abilities ran more towards the physical end of things. Yes, technically, he had a few herbal concoctions that could help take the edge of, but there was a part of him that liked being miserable. If he was focusing on his headache, he wasn't thinking of the Dal, or vanishing worlds, or what the heck he'd signed on for when he agreed to help Dugal out.

After being handed his coffee, Tick made his way to a table and sat down. Being absorbed in the sweet, glorious caffeine, it could be understood that he didn't immediately recognize the woman he'd shared a steampunk waiting room with.

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mparkerceo December 2 2011, 04:31:00 UTC
Parker was beyond sleep-deprived and into near-hallucinatory. But she lifted a cup in greeting to the newcomer. "You look familiar. Sort of."

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nohattrick December 2 2011, 05:11:07 UTC
It took Trick a moment to return the salute. Sorry, Parker, but life-giving coffee here. "You do, too," he said. "Though I may be at that point where everyone does."

Live long enough and you started getting used to feelings of deja vu when meeting people. And in the last few days, he'd seen more humans than he had in years back home.

"But I think we must be mistaken. I am new to this fair isle." He stood to introduce himself. Old habits died hard. "I am Patrick Maccorieghan, though I usually go by Trick. A pleasure."

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mparkerceo December 2 2011, 05:23:14 UTC
"Parker. First name and middle name only for my friends," Parker told him. "I may be in the same boat. I haven't slept in a few days. Just got back in. Frakking portals sent me through an Escher painting."

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