2nd Floor Common Room

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

After a long night of restless sleep, Marty finally crawls out of his bed and into the 2nd floor common room. He grabs a soda from the vending machine and flips on the Sci Fi channe to catch some rerun of Lightning Bug.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker wandered in a bit later, and flopped down at the end of the couch. "Oh, cool. I love this show. Which ep is this?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty looked up from the TV. "The one where they try to rip off the hospital. How are recovering from the... study session?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine, now. Two nights sleep and all I've got is a couple bruises and these scrapes left. You? I never did find out if Bel caught you."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gave Parker a little scowl. "You could say that. Let's just say that Bel has the stamina of a half-dozen baby elephants."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Crap. Sorry about that." Although it would be useful to know for-- future problems. "You're still in one piece, though. And so is he, I assume?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea where Bel-boy ended up. I got a little scorched and bruised for the experience, but other than that I'm okay. I'm just glad no one died," Marty said quietly. "Next time though? I pick the weapons."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough. Your job, your equipment." Parker glanced at the TV and grinned. "He is just never going to get that line right, is he? Brain activity, moron!" she yells at the screen.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Do you have to be so loud Parker?" Marty said with a wince. "I mean it's fine when you're alone with Jack, Gordon or I guess Jarod. But it is Sunday and people are asleep around here."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker threw a pillow at him. "Jarod is not in that category. And shaddup. Just because you're not--" She closed her mouth with a snap.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Not what?" Marty said with a glare usually reserved for emo-demons.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Nothing! None of my damn business! Same way who I yell with isn't yours."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"*Yell*? Is that what we're calling it these days?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Do you actually want details on what I do in my suite with gentlemen of my acquaintance?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hey, whatever you do with your men is your business. The only people who need to know are you, whoever your partner of the week is and that rubber zombie that I assume you keep on hand for when the nights are lonely."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well--"

Parker froze. "How do you know about Ralph?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty froze.

"Uh... What's a Ralph?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker slowly uncoiled from her side of the couch. In her eyes, a slow maniacal gleam started to burn.

"Ralph. The zombie. Part of my security system. Which--"

She took a step toward Marty, then another...

"You wouldn't know, unless you'd been in my room--"

Step...

"Which you haven't--"

She paused directly in front of him, then smiled with homicidal glee.

"--or have you? Elmer?"

LUNGE!

[fh_jackass]

Logan slept in a little after Veronica left, but someone was yelling down the hall. He stumbled out of his room in a robe and slippers and glared at the people in the common room, then flopped down on a couch.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty dove away from Parker and scrambled to the other side of Logan. "You're jumping to conclusions Parker! I never copied off your ACJ quiz!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"YOU STOLE MY RABBIT!" Parker howled, rushing around the edge of the couch. "YOU TOOK ESME!"

[fh_jackass]

Logan groaned and dragged a couch cushion over his head. "My kingdom for a house," he muttered.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty moved between the couch and Logan so that Parker was on the other side. "Now Parker... there's no reason to be hasty on this... You don't know it was me, I've been in your room... um... never but..."

Marty tries to dash to the other side of the couch.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker stepped onto the couch, then jumped onto the back, then took a flying leap after Marty, yelling, "Time to die Mr. Fudd! Vengeance for ESMEEEEE!"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty was just about to jump out of Parker's way when an odd feeling swept over him and then....


Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Doctor Sam Beckett led an elite group of scientists into the desert to develop a top secret project, known as QUANTUM LEAP. Pressured to prove his theories or lose funding, Doctor Beckett, prematurely stepped into the Project Accelerator and vanished.

He awoke to find himself in the past, suffering from partial amnesia and facing a mirror image that was not his own.

Trapped in the past, Doctor Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, putting things right that once went wrong and hoping each time that his next leap will be the leap home.

Unfortunately, Sam Beckett just found himself at Fandom High.

And about to have the snot beaten out of him by Parker.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

WHOMP!

Parker landed on Marty, knocking him to the ground, almost knocking the breath out of her self as well, then got her hands around his throat.

"Say good-night, Mr. Blank!"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Sam had just a few seconds after the leap to get a glimpse of his surroundings. Some kind of college dorm?

Then he found himself on the floor with somebody's hands around his neck.

"Oh, boy."

[fh_jackass]

Logan threw a pillow at Parker's head. "Don't kill him, Parker, he was useful this weekend."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"He stole ESME! He held her for ransom!" Parker's hands on Marty's throat loosened as she got her breath back, then she remembered the surveillance in the common room. "Crap!"

She glared down into Marty's face, furious. "Maybe I can't kill you here...."

[chasingangela]

In the corner of the room, a man appears. He looks about 60 and he's wearing a loud, parrot-print shirt and pleated black slacks.

It's a good thing no one can smell his cigar.

"Don't hit the girl, Sam," he advises sardonically.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Don't you think I know that!" Sam exclaimed at Al, forgetting momentarily that no one could see him.

"Uh... Listen, uh Parker. I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding here."

[chasingangela]

"Misunderstanding? Sure it's a misunderstanding," Al said, gesturing with the cigar as he eyed Parker appreciatively. "Enjoy this one while you can. I'm certainly enjoying the view from here."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No misunderstanding. You went into my room, you took Esme, you held her for several days' worth of humiliating ransom, you got Jarod involved, and now? You're gonna pay."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Sam shot a scowl over at Al and tried to think of a way to get out of this predicament.

"I don't suppose you'd accept an apology?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Apology?" Parker's face lit up with insane amusement. "Apology? Hmm, let me think. No."

She yanked his arms over his head with one hand, then began tickling him with the other. "Suffer, Blank! Suffer the tickle torture of DEATH!"

[chasingangela]

Al grins. "Oh, this one is interesting. I'll be waiting here until you're..." he gestures vaguely. "Done with that."

Over in his corner, he paces and may be mutteringabout certain films he has seen involving tickling.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Sam twitches and flails at the tickle torture. "Please! Oh God! Stop!"

Sam is quickly losing his breath.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker keeps up the tickling until Marty is howling, then whimpering, then she lets go and rises to her feet while he's still panting. She places one high-heeled Jimmy Choo on his throat, smiling from on high, then bends over to lean into his face, her foot still holding him down.

"Blank? I have only just begun to extract my pound of flesh, babe." She patted him on the face, then gave him a little slap. "Brace yourself. It's going to be a fun week. For me."

Smirking, she released her hold on him, stood up, smoothed down her skirt, then sashayed away.

She may have been humming Ride of the Valkyries under her breath.

[fh_jackass]

Logan laughed. "You are so screwed, dude."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Sam sighed deeply and nodded to the guy on the couch. "Yeah. It appears that way."

Sam then motioned for his holographic friend to follow him out into the hallway. (http://oatmanspatient.livejournal.com/41938.html)