Dolphin Hall, Oxford, England; Room of Portal-Lag

[mparkerceo]

Having spent half the weekend in the U.S. Central Time Zone, then come home in the middle of the Greenwich Mean Time night, Parker's body was a little confused about where it was. Or when it was. Or whether they should be asleep or awake, and weren't finals starting in a week?

Three cups of coffee didn't help. Maybe phoning a friend would.

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[bridge_carson]

Well, in THE FUTURE, it's... actually still February. The 29th, to be exact. Hooray for leap years?

"Hey, dude!" Bridge answers cheerfully.

[mparkerceo]

"Dude. Hey." Parker couldn't help but smile, despite her consciousness confusion. "How goes the future police work? Any new, giant pizzas?"

[bridge_carson]

"Nothing so exciting," Bridge says with a sigh. "This last week has pretty much been patrol, patrol, patrol. Which, I mean, no crime is good, but it's also not good, because it's not like Gruumm's gone and he's not the type to just give up, so he's obviously planning something but we don't know what yet, and in the meantime, there's lots and lots of patrolling which means listening to Sky complain about how he didn't get a new patrol bike. And! Z had pie yesterday and totally didn't share." Of course, it was synthesised pie, so Bridge totally could've gone and got some of his own, but that was beside the point.

[mparkerceo]

"Ah! She doesn't get new earrings from me until there is pie!" Parker said in mock-outrage. "Sounds like Sky hasn't changed. And if you see Grumm, shoot the other horn off, 'cause I'm still sorry we didn't get to do that last time."