Oh. So. Pissed. - Room #234 - [open to all ]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! GOD. DAMN. IT. NO!"

*slam*

*bang*

*bonk bonk bonk*

"...stupid, pointless, useless BRITISH IDIOTS!"

*slam*

"ARGGGGHHHHH!"

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I need this one. And only this one! It's exactly what I--" Parker paused, looking at the ceiling. "Hmm." She lifted her head from the bed. "Phone, phone, they don't have a phone, but...."

She went scrabbling through her desk, muttering to herself again.

"... AT&T charges to another dimension, or just put it on collect? Maybe they can send a telegram..."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"...did you just say 'another dimension'?" Rory asks, arching her brows. "What kind of present is this, Parker?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Special. Birthday." Parker looked vaguely guilty. "Okay, so, maybe it's... not entirely...." She paused, searching for words, then looked Rory in the eye, and shrugged. "Legal. So what? He'll appreciate it *much* more than anyone else would."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory narrowed her eyes. "What is it, Parker? And why would your dad want something illegal from another dimension?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker managed - barely - to calm down. "Because the ones in *this* dimension were burned in the Bonfire of the Vanities in 1486. And he loves Lorenzo di Medici." Looking abject, Parker sighed. "I just thought... well, I got my hopes up. I thought I could prove that intradimensional trade had a future with the company, and get him a really, really great gift as well." Parker stuck her lip out, and let it tremble. "Stupid British idiots *lost* it though. How can you lose a one-of-a-kind work of art?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory frowned and sat beside Parker on the bed. "That really does suck. Is there any other way for you to get something...similar, maybe?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker nodded, still clearly pissed off. "There's a monastery in Italy. They *might* have another one. The problem is they're a cloistered brotherhood, and evidently, even though they have email, they don't use it. But," she sighed, and picked up her phone. "I think I just got an idea, while you guys were talking me down. I can call the village, have them take a message or a telegram to them, and ask them to contact me as soon as they can. It would spoil everything if I couldn't have it here for Daddy's birthday."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory nods. "Can I help? I could make calls for you or whatever."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker sighed, then smiled. "No, no. There's only one place, and... what time is it in Italy right now? Five in the morning?" She put her phone back. "Might as well let them sleep in until sunrise." Looking embarassed, she said, "Thanks, though."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory nods. "I'll probably be in my room for the rest of the night, if you want to get ahold of me for anything."

[janet_fraiser]

"Yeah, let me know if I can help," said Janet.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, guys. I appreciate it." Parker looked tired but optimistic.

She waited until they were gone to start cursing again, only much more quietly.

"Stupid. Council. Of. Watchers. Morons. How do you lose a spell that ensouls vampires? Agghhh...."