fandomhighdorms | The front courtyard, outside the dorms-- Saturday afternoon

Current Mood: content

The front courtyard, outside the dorms-- Saturday afternoon

Parker's ordered things in town, and checked on everyone; now she's rewarding herself.

Sunlight.

Yeah, that's the stuff.

Checking her phone messages, she tilts her head back and smiles as she starts to return them.

"Peter? It's Parker."

[open to anyone, really]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

~~From wherever he was at this point during the afternoon~~ Peter picked up his phone and answered. "Hey, Parker. I take it you're still alive?"

"You figured it out, hunh?" Parker pushed up her sunglasses. "Yeah, I'm fine. So's everyone else. Mostly."

"Yeah, it wasn't tough to figure out after our chat earlier this week." Peter took a breath, then said, "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help."

Parker shook her head. "It's fine, Peter. Really. Don't be sorry for our sakes, we did okay. I aksed because I had to, not because I expected a 'yes' answer, you know."

"I know. But still. It's part of this whole 'responsibility' thing I have going on," Peter said. "As long as you're all okay - mostly, at least."

"By the way, I wanted to apologize for that thing with the guy serenading you the other night if I was irritating you. Seems kind of silly to apologize for that now, but, hey, take the apology when you can get it." Peter smiled, although Parker obviously couldn't see that. Because, you know, phone.

"We are. We will be. You can always say no for this kind of crap. We aren't the army, after all."

Parker grinned, because Peter's voice had lightened up. "I *always* take apologies, alcohol, and chocolate. Jarod's stupid singing was an apology too, sooo... thanks."

"I offer no chocolate right now," Peter said. "And I have no alcohol. So the apology will have to do."

"I'm also not really big on team stuff anyway. My jokes only get worse when I'm trying not to die and that aggravates people. Even my teammates start trying to kill me," Peter said. "But if you ever need something done quietly by somebody with sneaky-and-avoidy-type powers, let me know. I could have fun with that."

Parker laughed. "I know a couple non-team-players who were there last night, but I see your point. It really was all impromptu, anyway. We should've practiced before we went in." She smirked. "And you know what? I'm going to hold you to that. I like people who enjoy their work."

"Why do I suspect I may have just made a mistake?" Peter asked himself. Due to the fact that he was speaking on a phone, though, it was easy enough for Parker to hear.

"Seriously, I'm happy to do what I can. Just don't get me killed, or you have to tell my aunt, okay?"

Parker chortled. "I don't know, Petey. Maybe because you know me?" She sobered. "Got it. And no, I don't want to be the one to make that phone call. All reasonable precautions, all reasonable measures. Seriously. And thanks for the offer, Parker."

Peter rolled his eyes. First John, now her. He liked his first name. "You're welcome."

"I have to get going. I'll see you around."

"Later... Peter. And thanks."

Parker hung up, and smiled back into the sunlight again.

On his way out, Lee passes Parker, smiles and bursts into song without being able to help himself.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

He clasps his hands over his mouth and squeaks.

Parker blinked at him, looking away from her phone call, and gave him her best smile. "Lee, you never cease to amaze. Seriously."

Lee does not pass go, does not collect 200 dollars. He just smiles nervously and flees.

Zero came out of the dorms, looking pissy, and spied Parker. "Do you know anything about whatever idiocy went down last night?"

Parker sighed. Keep it simple. "Yes."

Zero said, "The radio wasn't really clear on what happened, but Angel, okay, if anyone around here has the right and the skills to be hunting vampires, it's him, and Aeryn's scary as all get out and heavily armed, but...it sounded like there were other people along? And some people got hurt. It just doesn't seem like there was a whole lot of sense in this equation."

"There was a great deal of sense. You know better than to believe everything the radio says!" Parker calmed down a bit. "Yes, some of the people on Angel's team got hurt. I think it was because they took the sewers, and we took the hotel, and they had a few more vamps to deal with. No one on Aeryn's team got hurt."

"...We?"

Parker reviewed that last explanation, and face-palmed. "Yes. We. Me. Right."

"You went vampire-hunting?? Parker, at exactly what point in the last week did you take leave of your BLEEDING SENSES?! And OH, let's not even TELL anyone we're going off to get our arses kicked by SODDING VAMPIRES, oh, no, let's let everyone find out AT THE MEMORIAL SERVICE. SQUALL, you're lucky no one got KILLED."

Before Parker can respond, Zero goes on. "And how'd you get in on this bout of idiocy, hmm? Because you have so much more experience with the undead than the average student at this school. Oh, wait. Not."

"I have more fighting experience than most, I'm one of the best damn shots, and what the hell? People came up and started asking me what we were doing after Rory got grabbed! Parker do this, Parker do that, Parker why don't you bell the damn cat!"

Parker snarled, waited, and when she didn't break into song, relaxed. "And we told people! We had people back here tracking us! They would've known what had happened! We weren't *stupid* about this!"

"You had people here, you had people there, you had people in the sewers--how many people--" 'that weren't me' goes unsaid-- "were in on your mass suicide attempt?"

"Ten out there." Parker slumped. "I don't know on the support team, it wasn't my thing." She closed her eyes. "Zero--"

"No, you know what? Never mind. Forget this." Zero turned on her heel and stormed back into the school.

"Zero! Damnit..."

Parker didn't enjoy the sunlight quite so much after that.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The front courtyard, outside the dorms-- Saturday afternoon

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject