Outside, Parker establishes an alibi.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

She's been in plain sight most of this evening, smoking just off-campus, sitting on her Porsche, but with a straight-line of view to the dorms, the school, and the playing fields.

She's got her phone on her, in case of emergency.

Aside from one strafing run through the dorms to help out when directions got confused to the basement, she's been here all night.

Operation Manchurian Candidate is, so far as she's heard, a success.

She starts making a list of presents for everyone who participated.

And smokes another cigarette.

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[jquayle.livejournal.com]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Me, I knew. Mother Nature, I didn't." Parker took a drag off her cigarette. "Except where some people use it as a pesticide."

She squinted at him, and it's a little clearer that she's a student, close up. "Do I know you?"

Alibi, come to Mama.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[ooc: Heh. Gracias. You're doing a great Callisto, btw!]}

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

She switched the cigarette to her other hand, and shook the one he'd offered. "Parker. Junior. Nicotine addict. Excuse me." She switched the cigarette back and took another drag off of it. "Are you a new teacher here? And who are you replacing?" She looked at him skeptically over her shades. "You do know a lot of them have gone missing, right? And some of them were demons."



_{[ooc: De nada. :> ]}

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker almost coughed on her cig. "They have a *class* in Bureaucracy? Dear God. Why?"

Noticing his look at her carton of cigarettes, she grins, recognizing a fellow addict when she sees one. She takes a much slower drag on the thing, then puffs happily away from him.

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker decides that she hasn't had her day's worth of torment yet, since she can't see what's happening to John right now.

"Want a smoke?" she offers, tossing her lighter to the new teacher. Cute. British. Definitely her type.

You already have enough problems, she reminds herself, and shrugs.

"Africa. Where in Africa? Were you actually an ambassador, or one of the guys in the suits claiming they don't know what MI5 is up to?"

At this school, the latter is a lot more likely.

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker glances down at her car, surprised, with an air of this old thing? then smiles. "Yeah, sweet sixteen, traditional present. At least in my family."

"So, from Ambassador to... this place. I hate to say it's a come-down. Then again, I don't know what they're paying you. But it must've gone one helluva lot of wrong."

She grins at him as he inhales. "How long did you quit for?"

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Unh-hunh." Parker blinked. "And you came *here* to recover?" she tsk'd. "Not a smooth move, Mr. Quayle. Kind of worthy of our ex-Veep."

She finally puts out her own cig, grinding it under her heel on the pavement. At his look of distress, she rolls her eyes, but picks it up to put in the trash.

"I have to go-- people I gotta meet, plans to finish up-- but, uh. Good luck with the classes. And quitting smoking again," she added, because, well, how could she resist.





_{[ooc: :> is fun, but must go, too many threads at once, and things to tie up. go talk to sara, she's go her door open.]}

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*sends telepathic messages*

*is going to wreck your room*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*sends telepathic message back of what will happen if he does*
*it's not pretty*

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: OMG. *loves drugged!Crichton*