In the common room, avoiding the CNG* in her room

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker is flipping channels. Hoping to find something. She is singing under her breath; she might have heard this song from Vala.

Or not.

"Who's the bro with all the aggro,
who can take down a goon,
with a sharp spoon?
JACK! The man they call Jack. That's what I'm sayin'...."

Possibly the lack of nicotine is getting to her.



_{*Crazy Naked Guy}

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[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots wails louder.

[swerval_zero]

So...I guess that's a, 'No,' then.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Is it *hic* chocolate?"

[swerval_zero]

*offers the pack* They're Oreos. D'you like Oreos?

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Do you *hic* have *hic* milk?"

[swerval_zero]

Um. No. Just cookies. I could...I could get milk?

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots blinked at Zero and tried to follow his train of thought. This prooved to be rather difficult. "Um, I think I'll pass." He continued blinking.

[swerval_zero]

*eyes Broots critically* Feeling better now?

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots rubbed a hand over his face and was surprised when it came back wet. "What was I doing?"

[swerval_zero]

Um. Wailing about how Parker made me be friends with you and you have no friends. And also no backbone.

And then you weren't sure if you wanted a cookie. *offers the pack again, looking slightly helpless*

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots shrugs and munches on a cookie, trying to work through the fuzz in his brain. "I think my brain melted."

[swerval_zero]

That seems to happen pretty regularly, yeah. Feelin' better?

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Except, I don't remember not feeling fine. Well, I'm beginning to remember sobbing and bouncing. No clue why."

[swerval_zero]

Do you remember anythin' jinky? Any flashes of green fur, maybe?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Melting down into a wet puddly mess of psychokinetic weirdness." Parker looks at him disttrustfully. "Or is this a new mood?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots stares at her. "Miss Parker, what have you been smoking lately?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Snaaarrrrl!

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

He catiously hands her an Oreo.

[swerval_zero]

*physically interposes herself between Broots and Parker*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker stands off warily to the side, waiting for the next mood swing. With a pillow to whap him with, if he swings in her direction again.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Miss Parker, I'm sure the pillow meant no harm."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"The pillow was for YOU, you moron!" Parker visibly stifles herself. "You were jumping around on the ceiling, then you were crying, and now I owe you ten thousand dollars!"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Um, I'll sit still, you keep the 10K, and um, we both go home confused?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker collapses on the couch. Emotionally exhausted. And yes, dying for a cigarette.

"Works for me."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots wipes his hand and extends it for a handshake.