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.

Comments

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Most of his family died. Except for him and his brother. There were experiments--" Parker cuts herself off. "I asked him how he did it, once. How he got through it. He said as long as he had Jacob, he had a reason to keep going."

Parker lets out a long breath. "I do get this. I do. I just-- telling me I *can* is not enough, when I know I can walk away from this. In a real world-- I'd do it. I'd survive. But when I can just let it go...."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"But that's just it, you can't just let it go. Roleplay or no, Echolls doesn't have the right to act like he is, he has to learn that treating another person as less than human has consequences, unpleasant ones. Remember you don't have to be sweetness and light to him, so long as you stay within the rules, you can pull as much godsdamn passive-aggressive bullshit as you like."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"The rules." Parker's smile is briefly very bitter, then she nods, wincing. "Okay. I'll... I'll go with it. Some of this interview won't be a lie anyway, but... I'll try to go beyond that."

She looks up from the badge. "I'm sorry you ever went through this. Thank you for trying to help." Her voice is rather flat when she says this, but she doesn't look like she's lying.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto shrugs "I'm a survivor, it's what I do."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Surviving is better, I suppose." Better than a gunshot to the head in an elevator, anyway. Better than being that kind of weak. Parker nodded. "Allright. I'll let you know how it turns out."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Just remember Parker, you aren't alone in this. You need to rage, scream, throw things, whatever. I'm there."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'll... keep it in mind." The raging headache is now just down to tension; her stomach burns but doesn't hurt. Maybe there's something to this.

Maybe.