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!