Second Floor Common Room: mid-evening

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's in the common room, channel-surfing mindlessly. She wants a cigarette. She wants a drink. She wants more shoes. She's in a weird, weird mood. What she doesn't want, is to go to Blue Cove.

Since she has no choice about that, she's looking for Z-Cases re-runs.

[ooc: open to any and all]

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Evening, Parker," smiled Elizabeth, dropping down into an armchair.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Liz, hi." Parker focused in on Elizabeth as a welcome distraction. "I haven't seen you in a while. Did you ever get those cheerleading photos developed?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I did, yes," said Elizabeth, grinning. "They're all safely locked away so someone can't rip them up."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker smiled, amused. "That's something, anyway. Janet actually--almost-- looked like she was having fun at the last game." She shook her head. "I just can't believe this workshop session is almost over."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I know," said Elizabeth, laughing, before sobering slightly. "Yeah, it's gone really, really quickly. The summer's just flying past."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Are you going anywhere this summer? For a vacation, I mean." Parker curled her legs under her, and aimlessly flipped by a music channel, a religious channel, then finally stopped. "Ah. Wolf and Lana. How I missed thee."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Janet and I are planning on going to New York for a few days at some point," Elizabeth replied. "And we're also thinking about looking at colleges in the Boston area too." She glanced across at the television and snickered. "I wrote fanfiction about them in my writing workshop this morning."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You're kidding me." Parker blinked at the screen, then back at Liz. "What did you have them doing? Or is that not Common Room material?"

"God. I still have to take my SAT's sometime this coming month." Parker frowned. "I suppose I should start studying for them, in between everything else."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Visited TJ from The Oval Office during the Big Block of Cheese day," Elizabeth said innocently.

Elizabeth groaned. "Oh, God, SAT's. I was supposed to have been done with those."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker chortled. "Oh, God. Can I read it? Please? Because that's something I'd like to see, and you know it can't ever happen onscreen."

She smiled sympathetically. "Yes. Sorry. Welcome back to testing Hell. Although the college tour sounds like it'll be fun. Maybe I can snatch some time away at the end of the summer to road trip somewhere too, although I've already visited Harvard a couple times."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, if you really want to," said Elizabeth. "Creative writing isn't really my thing, so it's horrifically bad!"

She nodded. "Same here, but only as a prospective postgrad student," she said. Elizabeth grinned. "There were a good few, ah, social trips as an undergrad though!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Sure. I promise not to laugh at your writing. Too much. It *can't* be worse than Anders. Which was fairly damn entertaining, if you'll remember."

Parker snickered. "I so need a roadtrip." She looked glum. "And not just a limo taking me to Blue Cove on Friday. A real road trip, with music and snacks and stupid tourist crap."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth looked around for something to throw at Parker. "Thanks, I think!" she laughed. "And I'd like to say that it's not as bad as Anders."

She smiled sympathetically. "We'll do that," she promised.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Parker sighed. "Or that Bahamas plan we talked about, way before Christmas. Something like that. Something fun, without even workshops to worry about. Just Cabana boys." She grinned. "Or girls."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm, that also sounds good," said Elizabeth, sighing. She blushed slightly. "I have my girl. I'm not looking for another."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, can't say I actually want to collect another cabana boy. The bartender I've got is more than enough trouble." Parker made a face, then rolled her eyes tolerantly. "Hey. You're doing StuCo next year. Right?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I'm planning to, yes," nodded Elizabeth. "You too?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'm not... sure." Parker tapped her nails on her chair, watching Wolf try to explain why his brother had been taken by aliens for the, oh, five thousandth time. "I'd like to? But Zero and I were talking about an idea she had for a job. That may suck up some time. And I don't want another repetition of last year's fun with Raindrop." She cocked her head. "I'd help whenever you guys needed it, but I'm wondering if I'd better sit out the meetings and planning stuff."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth nodded. "I can understand that. But I'll miss having you there."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge wanders in to the Common Room, and gives a halfhearted wave.

"Hey," he says, as he flops down on a couch.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'll miss it, if I do decide not to run. And I won't back out unless we can find someone else in our class who *wants* the job, aside from Alanna. I just feel like I have to give you fair warning." She sighed, then shrugged one shoulder. "Anyway. I may rope someone else into being StuCo auxiliary, if he doesn't run this year. Peter Pevensie seems to have some good ideas. So don't think I'm entirely out of it." She added in Russian, "//And I can always be Secret Weapon, da?//"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey." Parker cocks her head at him. "Are you actually... kind of down? I don't think I've seen this much before."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth laughed. "Yes, we did seem to have a lack of enthusiasm last year," she agreed. "//You'll make a very good Secret Weapon, I think.//"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Hey. You okay?" Elizabeth tilts her head curiously at him.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"//Precisely.//" Parker made a face. "How's my accent? I have to translate for the Russian consultant at my father's retreat this weekend."