izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2007-04-01 08:09 pm
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Room 406, evening

The day had certainly started well with breakfast and pretty scenery. Sadly the rest of the day hadn't been as exciting. After spending a few hours starting at the phone and debating calling Roswell, Isabel finally gave in and watched the torrent of the new Mr. What episode.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Parker was pretty sure that whatever time it was in Virginia, it was earlier than it was in Paris and Carpathia. Sooo, no worries about waking Isabel up.

*ring!*

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel grinned at the caller ID. "Allo? Who ez calling please?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Bon jour, c'est Parker, je suis ... oh, funny." Parker yawned hugely and said, "Hi."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Well without you here to entertain me, I have to make my own fun," she laughed. "Tell me you're calling only because you're too lazy to climb the stairs."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"God, I wish. Still in Europe. Paris. I would be shopping, but I am incapable of movement." Parker curled tighter into the couch. "We have a line on Jake, but we gotta wait for confirmation. So. Break time. Nap time. Call time."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Rest then. When you're tired that's when things go wrong," Isabel orderd. "You haven't missed much here. Alec naked in the common room was today's excitement."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Awww, maaaaaan." Parker pouted, audibly. "That is so unfair! The only naked and semi-naked guys I've seen here have been scrawny or unwashed or both! And skeezy! No fair...."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh it was beautiful," she said, smiling at the memory. "Apparently there was a mutiny against clothes."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"We need to have another Shirtless Friday while I'm still there, damnit." Parker grumbled, then yawned. "Nobody hurt. Trying to find Jake by following coffee. Saw a raccoon. Amsterdam was cool. I didn't go look at the hookers, though."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Talk to Jack, I'm sure he'd arrange it. Or Alec even," Isabel suggested. "You're tracking Jake by coffee and raccoons and hookers?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"By talking to people who know people who took people and own places where Jake might be." Parker cracked her neck, eyelids heavy. "The raccoon was a shapeshifting little geek. Alanna was pissed." She snickered a little, then said, "It's been interesting, really. But we're all getting loopy."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"You need to hang up the phone and go to sleep," she ordered. "Otherwise I'll tell Jarod and Jack."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Bah. Okay. Very effective threat, that. Bonne nuit, Isabel. I'll see you soon, hopefully."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Sleep well Parker," Isabel said. "And be careful."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-02 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Always." And in Paris, Parker hung up the phone, closed her eyes, and slept until they had their next lead on Jake.