Room 234: *headbanging* [Parker, Broots, but open after that]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Okay, Parker's not actually head-banging, but she is dancing. She's in a fantastically good mood. Mostly. She's really hoping Logan stays a bunny until *after* tonight's interview, but otherwise? Good mood.

Broots is on his way up to (a) give her the email addresses she needs, plus a copy of the research they did last week, and (b) sweep her room for bugs.

Hey, it's only smart. She got lucky last night. You never know who might be listening.

She is singing to "Chicago", doing all the Catherine Zeta-Jones parts.

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[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Jazz records? Sorry, nope." Broots can't help but smile. He comes into her room. "But I do have the information you asked me for."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Excellent." Parker retrieves her own computer and hands it over to Broots. "All the email addresses, a copy of the main prize, and whatever new things you found. Also? Can you configure it so I can get onto the intradimensional internet, the way you did? I need to send those off, and I want answers as soon as possible."

She does a little twirl as the Chicago! soundtrack segues into the next song.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots stares at Miss Parker as if she grew another head. He slowly takes the laptop, never quite believing what he's seeing. "Um...I'm going to need your Ethernet connection. It's actually quite easy. When you go online, just specify which student's home dimension you want to log in to. One is the one for people like me and you who are actually from here. The rest of them are coded and the list is on the file I'm going to give you. Um, I'm sure I forgot something, so let me just do this for now. I'm just going to transfer the files straight into your computer."

Broots fumbles in his pocket and digs out a flash drive. He plugs it into his own computer and begins to set up Miss Parker's.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Very, very good." Parker is no longer dancing, but she's still kind of ... bouncing. "And then, a standard bug sweep? I haven't had the place checked since the elections are over, I don't expect anything, but better safe than sorry..."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots gives her an odd look. "Sure Miss Parker, no problem." He scowls at the computer. "Okay? See here? Just choose with conection you want. Like I said, we're number one, that's where our computers are set to go. Angelus et all are seven." He takes the flash drive from his laptop and plugs it into Miss Parker's. "Everything you need is on here." He flips his laptop closed and stands up.

"Bug search now? Anywhere specific?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"The whole suite. I found a bug a month ago, I figured Julian Sark was playing games-- he's that kind of person-- but he's been a cat for weeks now. I just want to be sure." She folds her arms, and as an afterthought adds, "Thank you for doing this on such short notice."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots shrugged and turned on the bug sweeper. "No problem, it's not like I have anything else to be doing." He starts from her desk, because he just happends to be there and moves on towards her bed. The sweeper goes off when he reaches her bed. A few minutes later, he pulls off a small listening device from underneath it. "Here's one."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"What?" Parker's face is aghast. "There's really a--" She snatches it out of his hands, and clenches her fingers around it, good mood dying fast. "Sonuvabitch!"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots shrugs and continues his way around the room. He finds another bug in her closet, one in the bathroom, one in the telephone, and one more in her spare room. "Wow. Um, Miss Parker?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"What?" she says through gritted teeth, turning the tiny bugs over and over on her desk top. Where the hell is her hammer?

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots backs a few steps away from Miss Parker, carefully keeping J.C. near him. "Any idea on who really wants to hear what you're saying?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"None." She can't take it any more, she has to throw a few at the wall. "Stupid."

*smash*

"Sneaking!"

*crash*

"Bastards!" Parker is panting by the end of this, and her stomach hurts. She sits down abruptly, and tries to calm down. That noise? Probably growling.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots searches his pockets for anything that might pacify her. He notices that a lolipop is sticking out of her desk drawer, grabs it, and hands it to her.

"Miss Parker, breath. Breaking them will only help your temper. Would you rather I turned them off in a more civilized way? And you thought about who might have had a chance to plant them?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

She pops the lollipop into her mouth after ripping the wrapper off like it's someone's skin she's tearing. Parker closes her eyes, trying to think. "Yes. Damnit. Can you trace who made them at all, do you think?"

Her head is pounding, so she puts it down on her knees, shaking with rage. "I'd say Angelus, but... he can't get in here." She restrains the urge to throw more things. "And half the school was in and out while I was managing the campaign. God."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broot causioucly picks up one of the devices. "Sorry, I don't think I can trace them. They're pretty standard and almost anyone with a knowledge of technology could have used them." He deactivates the three remaining ones and picks one up to study closer. "They weren't even altered, beyond having the serial numbers erased. Can you elimate anyone from that list?"