Platypus Cabin, Isabel's Alcove, Late evening

[izzyalienqueen]

It was late when Isabel finally came in from the campfire and she was proud of herself for staying out in the dark as long as she did. As far as Friday's went, today had been a success. Flight had been fun. She enjoyed spending time with Steve Peter and she'd gotten her letter mailed.

Still a bit too keyed up to sleep, she cleaned up then curled up on her bed to read.

[ooc: For a phone call, but open]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker stared at the phone, then blinked. "Are you trying to upset me? She averted her gaze back to the pretty man who'd just walked by, and glanced over at her at the 'hellooooo', then grinned. "Pretty man out for a morning walk, apparently. Reading Pravda. Waiting for the light. Good to know Moscow hasn't exported *all the Alex Krycek types."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Well what are you letting him get away for?" she asked. "Go chase! Ask him for coffee or something!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker snickered, and got up from the steps, and started to follow. "You know that's not the M.O. The M.O. is to get them to ask me for coffee," she said striding toward the corner.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh, duh! I know that," Isabel laughed, wondering if she'd be able to hear the whole conversation over the phone. "See if he speaks English so I can at understand it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker managed to catch up to the corner, and said into the phone, "Right, like I'd leave you out of it?" Then turned to smile brightly at the guy with the newpapaper. "//Excuse me,//" she said in very badly accented Russian, much worse than usual, "//Can you tell me which way is Hermitage?//"

He pulled down his sunglasses a little, then answered in accented but understandable English, "It is on the other side of the square. Two blocks. It does not open for another hour. Too bad."

"Oh, thank you. You speak English?" Parker cocked an eyebrow at him. "I apologize for my Russian."

"No, yours isss, very good." He looked at his wristwatch with regret. "I would show you the way, but, am late for an appointment." He cast her a look of regret as he hailed a taxi. "But welcome to Moscow, Miss...?"

"Parker." She smirked a little, and stepped back from the curb. "Thanks anyway."

"No, thank you--" He paused. "Perhaps, we share a cab, yes?"

"One second." Parker took a couple steps away and whispered into the phone, "Score!"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel was giggling madly. "You go girl! I'll call you tomorrow for an update."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Dos vidanya, Isabel," Parker purred. "And definitely! Oh, thanks," she said to the guy as he held the door for her. "Bye!"

*click*