At room 236.

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It's the only way.

River walks determinedly down the corridor to Parker's room and knocks, politely but forcibly. I have to do this, she thinks to herself. I have to, or my head will be filled up with his thoughts all night long.

She knocks again, but no-one seems to be inside. Chianna, then. Or possibly Vala. One of them would know.

With one hand pressed hard against her temples, she makes her way back down the corridor.

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Parker stumbles to the door, opens it, and blearily glances down the hallway.

"... the hell?"

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River glances distractedly back along the hall at Parker's sleepy face. A faint ringing sounds in the air, not so much heard as felt, as she slowly makes her way back towards Parker's door.

Joan went to go get... something. Something. Something to make Lee unconscious, make the images go away. Have to... make them stop... or change them...

How long has she been gone?

Don't know. Can't tell. Have to make him think of something else -- God, his thoughts, his thoughts, so loud --

"Parker," River manages. "I need -- your help --"

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This isn't the kind of thing Parker's good at. People don't ask her for help. She doesn't exude warm concern or fuzzy support.

But River looks so desperate, and with her own nightmares at the forefront of her mind, she reaches out for River to pull her into Parker's room, looking down the hall for anyone else who can lend an assist.

"What's going on?"

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"Have to -- " River gasps in pain, clutching at her head. "I need -- what you know -- to make his head not filled with them." She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head frantically, as though trying to throw something off. "Please --"

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Parker has no idea what River's talking about -- she barely knows this girl, saw her moving in earlier, hasn't got a clue what variety of weirdness she's dealing with -- but this is just too creepy to ignore.

She grabs River's hands and pulls them off her head, and looks around frantically for someone to send for the nurse.

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[ OOC: Just to make sure of something before I dump something rather major on you -- has Parker given a guy head? ]

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_{[ooc: *cough* Yes. She's had two lovers before Rob Gordon. You can expect that the major bases without kink have been covered.]}

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[ OOC: This is, um, more than a bit steamy. So be forewarned. ]

River's hand, at the first hint of Parker's touch, shoots out to clutch at the side of Parker's head. Her fingers vise around the back of Parker's neck, thumb gripping just in front of the other girl's ear. She stares hard into Parker's startled eyes --

-- diving, down down down, past thoughts and senses and first impressions, into memory --

-- the touch of skin on skin, soft, damp, the feel of a man's cock in her fingers, gripping, exhorting, then lips and tongue curling around that smooth silky turgidity, the taste of exertion in her mouth, scent of sweat and passion filling her senses, pounding, driving, harder, faster, until with a desperate groan he fills her throat with bitter saltiness, and she smiles coquetteishly and swallows, and --

River breaks the contact suddenly, breathing heavily, and staggers back a step before she can regain her balance. She looks at -- no, through Parker, her gaze a thousand miles away, and brokenly whispers, "Thank you."

And without another word, she turns and walks away down the corridor towards Lee Adama's room.

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What the hell was that? Parker blinks, her head aching, unsure why that particular memory had ambushed her so suddenly.

This place just gets more and more bizarre.... "You're welcome?" she calls after River, still confused, and more than a little unsettled.

Shaking her head, she watches River go down the hall, then shrugs and shuts the door, shaking her head.

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_{[ooc: Glad to be of... service? *laughs* Any other side effects?}}

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*Vala's just come up the stairs and is headed to her room*

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River is slowly making her way back towards Parker's now-open doorway.

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[ OOC: Timeline-wise, this should've taken place last night (while Lee Adama was still drunk), but I got the dramatic thread started a bit too late... *smile* ]