Outside, Parker establishes an alibi.

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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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"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.]}