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[you_run_i_chase]

Who: Miss Parker and You.
What: A Day in the Life
Where: Everywhere.
When: Today
Warnings: It's Parker. There's all the warnings involved.
Notes: Old CR, new CR, Multiples welcome and encouraged! I'm trying to wake her up a bit.

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Breakfast.

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker needs coffee. All the coffee. She looks more than a little like an angry zombie in stilettos until she gets it.

Re: Breakfast.

[19centconstable]

[Guess who's a morning person?]

Good morning, miss!

[George is, as always, dressed in his full uniform. Don't let George have any of the coffee.]

Re: Breakfast.

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker couldn't help but groan in response to how chipper George was, and she frowned before she took a large gulp of her coffee as if it would somehow instantly restore some awake-ness to her.

It didn't.]

What fucking time do you wake up?

Re: Breakfast.

[19centconstable]

[George almost manages not to look scandalized by her swearing.]

Oh, five or six usually. It depends. There aren't really many morning chores to be done around here.

Gym

[you_run_i_chase]

Remember that suit she was wearing? And the stilettos? Yes, Parker's in the gym working out in them because she thinks if you're going to fight in absurd clothing, you should practice in it. She's got gloves on and slamming on the heavy bag.

Re: Gym

[batmanschmatman]

Dick has been more or less living in the gym and the CES over the last several weeks, because actually coping with things is for losers and trying to put a beating the crap out of things shaped bandage over it, and so after breakfast, he wandered in and spotted Parker.

Somewhat unshockingly? This is not actually the most ridiculous outfit he's ever seen someone fight crime/work out in. He's in a more typical t-shirt and shorts

"Nice outfit."

Gym

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker had been avoiding the gym and spending more time in her room, smoking, drinking and reading. She was feeling it more than a little bit right now, and after a moment she kicked the bag with unnecessary vigor.

She rolled her eyes at the nice outfit comment, because well, she'd heard it before. "It's easier to fucking kick ass in clothing you wear every day if you've actually practiced in it."

Another punch followed that, and then she smirked a bit. "But you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"

Gym

[batmanschmatman]

"I do?" At this point, especially after Bruce had shown up and basically blown the entire thing by being an idiot, he was pretty used to people calling him out on who and what he was, but he still didn't hand out the information like Halloween candy. So, he was going to play coy for a minute.

Lunch

[you_run_i_chase]

Lunch is a meal Parker always eats, and she's sitting sort of alone and off to the side munching on a sandwich with a cup of soup next to her. In front of her is more coffee and a book that's not open yet.

Lunch

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas goes by the table and sort of accidentally catches her eye - hasn't talked to Parker since the flood, oh Light. Hasn't talked to her much at all, really; if he's going to have to be creepy anyway at least he'll be aware of it.

He sort of freezes like a deer in the headlights anyway.]

-hi.

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker looked up and raised a brow when she saw that it was Arthas who was standing there. She'd been aware of his crush on her for a while, but now it seemed worse because they had been lovers in the damned Mirrorverse.

That was something she remembered with stark, vivid detail and all the weirdness that implied.]

Hi.

[darknessb4me]

I ... apologize for my behavior during the flood. If it matters.

Seventh Level common room

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker is sitting at the pool table with the cover on it, which is what she uses to play poker. She's got another cup of coffee and an ashtray with a burning cigarette at her elbow as she shuffles cards.

Seventh Level common room (tagging and running...to sleep)

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin wanders in with the thought to play solo three-cushion billiards. The combination of geometry, physics, and hand-eye coordination was soothing, the repetitive action and focused thought almost as good as a Zero room, and without the eerie feeling of being forced to look into himself. When Narvin is troubled or stressed, he tends to play billiards.

When he sees Parker, though, he adjusts his plan.]

Miss Parker. [He nods his head in greeting.] Fancy a game or two, of either cards or billiards?

I beat you to sleep last night!

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker looked up when someone else came in, and she blinked for a moment when she saw that it was Narvin. She had never taken him to be someone who would play a game unless he was being socialable, so Parker suspected that there might be something wrong there.

With a brow arched, she smudged out the cigarette (Parker was an asshole, but she wasn't a total asshole and other people had lungs too. Besides, she liked Narvin.) and then nodded.]

Got a preference?

[timesbureaucrat]

[He flashes a smile of thanks when she puts out the cigarette. He's become somewhat more used to the smell of tobacco, but too much exposure to the smoke leaves him a little light-headed.]

Billiards then.

Dinner prep

[you_run_i_chase]

KITCHEN FUCKING NIGHTMARES and on the menu is curry. Mulder's curry. No one knows who Mulder is.