Computer lab - Fandom High dorms

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Bored out of her skull after a workout in the gym, Parker decided not to risk going off-campus until she had some kind of back-up, and to try and find out how people were doing.


TO: jack.harkness@fandomhigh.net
CC: sam.carter@fandomhigh.net, cedric.diggory@fandomhigh.net
FROM: m.parker@fandomhigh.net
RE: Cedric?

Did you guys find him last night? Is he okay? Are you okay? E-mail me!

Cedric, if/when you get this, come find one of us.

- Parker


TO: catchmeifyoucan@gmail.com
FROM: m.parker@fandomhigh.net
RE: bored and frustrated

Lockdown again tonight. This time enforced with expulsion if it's broken. An e-mail she sent out says that Seras ran into the creepy guys, and they sound more like Xander's demons. I hate it when the worst case is right.

Are you okay? E-mail me back, maybe I can come over before curfew.

-Parker


TO: isabel.evans@fandomhigh.net
FROM: m.parker@fandomhigh.net
RE: Fandom stuff

It's gone weird here again. More details when you're back. Just this time, be glad you're missing it.

-Parker

Then she text-messaged to Isabel:

EVERYONE OKAY. WEATHER'S BEHAVING. HOPE MAX IS TOO. - PARKER

~~~

Parker went back to trying to find info on the Gentlemen, without much success. She might also have been looking for automated voice program, just to make things simpler.

[ooc: open for interaction; okay to say Parker and Broots communicated, but the substance is NFB]

Comments

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots hand't been exactly looking for Miss Parker after last night, but when he spotted her in the computer lab, he came over. He thought that, well, actually he wasn't thinking,

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker looked up, and scowled. This couldn't be good.

What? she typed in the open Word document.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots backed up a few steps and took out a folded note from his pocket. Sorry?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker sighed, rubbing the space between her eyebrows, hard. Then she typed:

For what? Specifically.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Yeah, not much of a plan. Broots opened up his laptop and typed his reply. Freaking out over the Jarod thing?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker put the heels of her hands to both temples. Yes, the headache seemed to be increasing. She tried to stop grinding her teeth, and it decreased the pain immediately.

It's understandable. Didn't want you to know.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots took a tiny step back. Why?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker typed:

So you wouldn't have to lie. Or hide anything. Not fair to you.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots blinked at Miss Parker. A lot. ...Thanks. Didn't expect that.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

She shrugged, scowling a little, then typed:

Are you scared of Jarod?

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots paused for a second. No. I'm scared of what will happen if he's found.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker hugged herself, not looking at him. Then she typed:

I take back any comments I ever made on your lack of smarts. Ever.

She was quiet a minute, then typed very quickly:

It scares me too.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

This is Broots jaw. This is the floor. And the two have met. Once he was over his shock, Broots returned to the keyboard, his hands shacking a little.. He won't get caught then. He can't. And...if you ever need anything. I'm, well, yeah. I'm around.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker nodded, not looking at him.

Thanks.

Then she deleted the document. Followed by going into the computer history and erasing any trace of it ever being there.

She folded her arms and sat back, staring straight ahead at the computer screen.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots nodded and got up to go with a wave.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker nodded once, sharply, and gave him a half-smile. And checked her phone messages again.

Still nothing.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Cursing the erratic cell coverage that kept dropping her calls but apparently let text messages through, Isabel crossed her fingers and texted Parker back.

Too hot. Max=idiot. I want to come home. Pass the word, hugs to all!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker texted back:

MISS YOU, THWAP MAX, BACK HOME SOON, WILL DO!