Phone Messages for Parker / E-mail

[mparkerceo]

"Parker."

*beeeeeeeep*

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[hotceltogoth]

*ringring*

[mparkerceo]

Parker looked at the Caller ID, and grinned tiredly before answering it. "Hey, Ronan. You slacker."

[hotceltogoth]

"Slacker?" Ronan retorted, chuckling. "Whatever do you mean? And hi."

[mparkerceo]

"You're the nearly the last one to respond to my panicked phone calls. The others know how likely the shoe-flinging is if I'm not notified that all is well, I suppose. How are you doing? No more plague? I hope?"

[hotceltogoth]

"No plague, no. Spent Sunday and Monday being twenty years older, though." He frowned, and Parker could probably hear it in his voice. "Sorry I didn't call right away, I was... really sick. Took me a day or so to really properly get back on my feet."

[mparkerceo]

Parker's voice softened, and she said, "I'm kidding, seriously. Isabel told me how sick you were. And how you *got* that way, trying to heal everyone. And Xander mentioned the reunion weirdness; requirements for calling are always waved in cases of time travel or amnesia or both." She smiled a little. "How *was* it, being twenty years older?"

[hotceltogoth]

"Wasn't everyone, just Bart." Ronan's voice was perhaps a little weak now. "And I couldn't even manage that." He paused. "Uh. Twenty years. I... I was a doctor, I guess. As well as a wizard."

[mparkerceo]

Parker winced, not knowing entirely what to say. "I'm sorry." She was quiet a moment. "It wasn't because you weren't trying. Or didn't care, Ronan. Sometimes the enemy is just too big." She smiled a little at the image of him as a doctor-wizard. "Sounds like you grew into something even more special, though."

[hotceltogoth]

"I guess." Focusing on that helped some. "And I... Well, I had sex with Johnny again. While we were older. That's... a bit weird, now."

[mparkerceo]

"Again?" Parker's eyebrows went upward in surprise, along with her voice. "Okaaay. Did I know that you'd slept with him before this? We are talking Storm, right? Cute, cocky, arrogant?"

[hotceltogoth]

"Oh, uh, yeah," Ronan said. "I didn't tell you this, by the way. But it started early on in the summer, and there's been... well, he's got a girlfriend now? But even still -- or, at least, up until I was gone away -- there was this... it was complicated. Less so, now; I think I can honestly say that I'm pretty much over him."

[mparkerceo]

Parker kind of wanted to facepalm, and settled for wincing when the word 'complicated' came up. "Ah. One of those. And, are you sure? Because... wellll. I was going to invite you to visit me, in a couple weeks, but I don't want to make things even more complex for you...."

[hotceltogoth]

Ronan grinned. "Definitely sure. I'd love to come and visit."

[mparkerceo]

Parker relaxed, smiling again, and rubbed her head. "Next week are my Finals. My classes get over on the 30th-- say, maybe, that night, or that Saturday after? Whichever works out for you. We can do the sightseeing thing, and hey, maybe make it in to London."

[hotceltogoth]

Ronan considered the dates. "Sounds good," he replied, after a moment. "I'll plan to come after classes on the 30th? That'll get me to England around... five or six."

[mparkerceo]

"Perfect!" Parker did a little victory dance. "A little break before *your* Finals kick in, if I remember my scheduling right. And you can tell me all about being older, and more about last week, when you get here. For now, you should probably rest."