Phone Messages for Parker / E-mail

[mparkerceo]

"Parker."

*beeeeeeeep*

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[bridge_carson]

"Duuuuuuuude!" is how, if Parker picks up the phone when it rings just now, she will find herself being greeted.

[mparkerceo]

"...Bridge?" Parker gave the phone a look askance, amused. "What's up, buttercup? You sound perky."

[bridge_carson]

"I'm not in London!" he sounds rather pleased about this particular fact. "Why'm I a buttercup? Is that how like Anders is Daisy? Are we flowers now?"

[mparkerceo]

"You're my bouquet of good intentions," Parker said dryly, and then added, "And no, you're not in London. Sadly. If you were I could visit you?"

Erase perky, and go straight to *hyper*.

[bridge_carson]

"Nonono, being in London was bad. I was all by myself except for when Aly and Seely and Cimorene and Mr. Officer Cooper and Sheriff Mustang were there but then I was by myself, and I wrote Xander letters and he only got two of them..." Bridge rambles.

[mparkerceo]

"You were in London and you didn't call?" Parker demanded, sure there was more to the story than that, but willing to be outraged if it got sense out of Bridge. "What the hell, Bridge! How long were you there, and what was going on?" A couple other things were clicking in too. "Briiiiiidge? Have you, I don't know, drunk anything tonight?"

[bridge_carson]

"Eight months! I couldn't call cause there weren't any phones, and you know, maybe a little, but it's Purim, you can't have Purim and not drink, that's just wrong."

[mparkerceo]

"Of course it is," Parker agreed cordially, then shook her head. "Yay Purim, and Bridgey? You are making. No. Sense."

[bridge_carson]

"What makes you say thaaaaaaaat?"

[mparkerceo]

Parker started laughing and couldn't stop for a full minute. "Okay! You've drunk-dialed me! But! When the heck were you in London, and what the heck was going on?"

[bridge_carson]

"1936," Bridge says very solemnly. "Stupid angels. Not Angel, though he's stupid too, with his hair that's all sticky-uppy." Not that Bridge's isn't, but Bridge's is like that *naturally* thank you.

[mparkerceo]

"You were back in time," Parker said, finally getting this straight. "In London. And you were stuck here for eight months?! Oh my god! Like Wyatt, and -- okay, how did you get back? And yes, I agree on the hair, but you know there's nothing we can do about it." She paused. "Unless we hold him down and blow-dry."

[bridge_carson]

"..."

"..."

"...Dirty?"

[mparkerceo]

"..."

"Ew!"

Giggling again, Parker said, "Hey, whatever you and Xander get up to on your own time, leave me out of it, okay?"

[needsaparrot]

From the phone after a pause came Xander's voice, slightly slurry. "Hey, who are you and why're you talking dirty to my boyfriend?"

[mparkerceo]

Parker cracked up again, then teased, "Wouldn't you like to know? Mr. Purim Celebrator. And Mr. Boyfriend's-Back celebrator too, sounds like."