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2nd Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

Bridge is bored. He's sort of absently flipping through channels, never staying on the same program for more than thirty seconds.

For the love of all that's shiny, come make him less bored!

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Parker wandered in a minute later, looking homicidal. As usual. "Hey. Wanna help me kill someone?"

"Depends on who."

"Darla. She's in jail. Only a couple dozen trooper types between us and her. And of course, Tex. Damnit."

"Gee, do you even have to ask?" Callisto replied. "I'll bring the holy water ballons, you bring the stakes."

"Cool." Parker's mood improved considerably. "Of course, if we're lucky, Tex will leave her out in the sunlight tomorrow and we won't have to go to the effort. But I like having back-up plans. Unlike some males I could mention. Gahhh."

"Jarod?"

"Yes. God, he'd take in a rabid baby cougar if it looked pathetic at him." Parker fumed. "Has your doofus of a boyfriend heard about this yet?"

"I don't think so, at least he didn't say anything in StuCo."

"I didn't want to ask him in case he told me he wanted to help Darla. I may have had to kill him if he did."

"Help Darla? Last time I looked he wanted to stake her."

Parker squeezed the bridge of her nose. "She has a soul now. Reportedly. God knows how he'll react to that, I don't. Why can't they go *away* after they get souls?" She dropped her hand from her face. "No offense to Wings, but it would've been a helluva lot simpler if he'd disappeared afterward. I'm glad he's here now, but...."

"A soul?" Callisto yelped. "Who the frak is supposed to have given her a soul?"

"If I knew, I would slap them into next week. I don't even know that it's true! She's in the jail now, there's no way to check yet." Parker pushed her hands through her hair, looking upset. "Lorne's still gone, but I guess we could ask Bridge? God."

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"In the murdering mood tonight, Parkie?"

Parker glared at him. "You *did* talk to Jarod about me, didn't you?" She rubbed her eyes. "Did you hear last night's radio broadcast?"

"Talked to who?" John asks. "And yeah, I did."

"Why do they always have to get souled and thwart me? And if you heard the radio, you know damn well who Jarod is, plus you were here when he sang. Don't play innocent, you suck at it." She aimed a pillow at his head. "Parkie, my ass."

The pillows thwaps him.

"Hey! I went in there for something and I called you Parkie and he asked about it and I told him! As his friends, I'm surprised he doesn't know about that side of you!"

"He knows everything important about me, he doesn't need to know *that*. God. I was under a spell, damnit! It's not a side if you're enchanted!"

John slowly slides away.

"Don't kill me now, Parkie. Blood stain carpets."

"Tell me you didn't show him the pictures, and you get to live."

"Um, no pictures." John doesn't add the yet. "He just knows the story."

Parker *facepalms*. "Oh, you didn't! Why? Crichton! God, why is it your lack of embarassment has to extend to me?" She threw another pillow at him, looking around for something else.

John catches the pillow in the face and laughs agian.

"He was interested and he asked! I was being nice!"

"On what planet is telling him I was a goofy diabetes-inducing idiot being *nice*?" Parker wondered.

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