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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[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)