Room 406, Late afternoon/early evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Sunday afternoons were meant for being lazy and not accomplishing anything too important. Isabel is sprawled across her bed, because sitting? So not an option right now. Which is part of the reason she's in her room, bouncing in public is a bit embarrassing.

She's contemplating a selection of nail polish colors, trying to figure out which color she's in the mood for this week. Not that it really mattered, she could always change them easily enough, but it's still nice to sit and do something girly and perfectly normal.



[door's open for now]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker was bored, and still trying to process the morning's morning-after. She wanted to figure out how she felt about it before she told Zero or Rory or anyone else-- plus, after listening to the Radio podcast, she knew she needed to track down Rory in a little bit, and see how she was doing. Until then, it would be nice to hang out with someone more together than she was at the moment.

"Hey, Isabel."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel looked up, "Parker! Come in." She waved a bottle of nail polish in the air. "Want to join me and do girl stuff?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"That sounds delightful, actually." Parker settled herself on the bed, and began looking over her choices. "Got anything in silver?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Unfortunately no. There's lots of reds though." She slid herself back along the bed to give Parker some room. "Don't mind me and the sprawling. I'm having some issues with sitting right now."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinked. "Issues with sitting? Is this like Rory's arm issues, or are you just bruised or something?" She trolled through the colors, and finally found a bottle of Argentine Tango that would look good. "Got any primer?"

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Isabel pushed the basket of assorted manicure stuff over towards Parker. "It's in there." Then she pushed herself up and sat down. And started to bounce.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinked. Boing, boing. Boing. Boing!

"Okay, that tops Pippi's sneezing by a mile. Can you turn it off?" she asked, shaking the bottle of primer and watching with amusement.

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"Yeah," Isabel said grimly. "By not putting any kind of pressure on my ass. Thus the sprawling. Between Rory and her arms, Mac and the tortillas, and Cam his seeing in black and white, I'm prepared to say that something really weird is going on around here."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Weirder than usual, I'll grant you. It's like a disease, or food poisoning, only the Fandom version." Parker shook her head, biting her lower lip to keep from giggling. "It could be worse, I guess. Although I assume that lying on your stomach will get old after a while. We really do need to figure this out pretty soon."

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"Avoiding her is probably a good idea. Why ask for trouble?" Isabel looked up, "And you probably should avoid Lee, although I guess that's going to be hard with the play. I guess you have to ask yourself what do you want? You don't want to be the other woman, is he going to break-up with her?" She picked up a bottle of polish and studied it.

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"I don't know. The thing is, I think it would be good for him if he did break up with her, but clearly, I'm biased as all hell." Parker sighed. "I have two other classes with him, aside from the play. Avoidance only goes so far. I guess I'll just have to deal. Though it's going to suck if he just decides to stay with her, and asks me not to say anything."

Parker blew on her nails, then looked around for the clear nail polish. "And obviously, none of this is for public consumption. I might be a bitch, but she deserves to hear all this from her boyfriend instead of the radio."

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"But it's his choice. And until he makes it, it's probably better if you sit back and let him figure it out on his own," she said. "Otherwise, no matter what his choice winds up being, he could wind up resenting you."

"And I'm all about the secrets, don't worry." Isabel got really quiet for a minute and then got up and shut the door. "Can I tell you something?"

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I don't want to be the cause of a break-up. Damnit." Parker shrugged in frustration, then her eyes widened as Isabel got up and shut the door.

"Of course. Are you okay?"

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"I'm fine," Isabel said. "I'm sorry I can't tell you anything more about Lee. Remember, I'm a bit lacking in relationship experience."

She paced around the room a bit, trying to figure out the best way to explain. "Here, give me your hands."

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"It's allright. I got myself into this. I'll get myself out of it. Or not. And... oh-kay?" Parker held out her hands, and scrutinized Isabel as she took them. "Careful, the nails are still a little wet."

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"That's not a problem," Isabel said. "I do this all the time." She held her hands over Parker's resting her fingers on Parker's nails. A few seconds thought and they were dry. A second after that, they were silver.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker went from dubious to disbelieving to delighted inside of three seconds. "Ah-ha! Oh, that is *much* cooler than the bouncing! When did this happen?" She inspected her nails, and awarded Isabel a huge grin. "Awesome. Does it work on anything besides nail polish?"

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"He's probably right. And if they are depending on us..." Her voice trailed off, "It's just hard, thinking that I don't have any say in what my future is going to be. We've already died fighting once, what if it happens again? Do they start over?"

She laughed a bit. "Honestly I'm really not all that worried about the betrothal thing. Michael will get over it soon or Maria will kick his ass."

"You were asking about what else I can do? Well we can all do the same basic stuff, mostly messing around with things on a molecular level. Changing colors, changing temperatures, basic telekinesis stuff." She shrugged and gingerly leaned against her desk, "Party tricks mostly. But we each have one big power that's unique. Max can heal. Last year there was a fight and a shooting in the Crashdown, that's the local diner. Liz, the girl Max has been in love with for years, was shot. He healed her. And in the process raised the suspicions of the local sheriff and the Special Unit of the FBI."

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"Maybe they're depending on you, but Jesus. Grow up, first. You've got plenty of time. And you have *get* there. You might as well take friends." Parker gestured around the room. "You've got how many aliens here? Some of them would have to know someone who could help your home planet. There's no reason to get obsessed on it yet. And helping your planet get free is different from marriage, and it's *very* different from ruling anything. There is no destiny, Isabel. The second you start thinking like that, you might as well kiss the rest of your life good-bye, 'cause it won't be worth much."

Parker listened to Isabel's explanation of their powers, looking from her nails to the other girl, then frowning. "Special Unit. Do they deal with aliens, or something? Like the Z-Cases, only real?"

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"I know, I know," she agreed. "Peter told me pretty much the same thing. At least about the growing up part." She laughed a bit, "My brain almost exploded when I got here and found out that there were alien students. It's weird because I want to ask them more the just the basic 'oh gee you're an alien questions. But at the same time, we've been warned that there other aliens here on Earth that would kill us if knew who we are. So I don't know who to trust."

"And I only wish the Special Unit was like the Z-Cases," she said with a shudder. "They're alien hunters who'd like nothing more then to have some new lab rats."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"God. I've met the type." Parker folded her arms. "And yeah, it sounds like you have reason to be cautious around the other alien types here. Although I'd guess the ones that are most up-front about it would be fairly safe to ask a few questions." She shook her head. "I'd say you were coping with this incredibly well-- I had no idea you were anything other than human."

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"I have been asking questions. It's just hard when you can't admit the truth. I'd thought about asking Aeryn before she left, or maybe Anakin. It seems like they have the most experience with aliens. Lee and Anders' world seems pretty earth-like so I don't think they'd know anything." She shrugged and picked up a bottle of polish, turning it over in her fingers. "But I've kept this secret for so long, it's hard to tell people the truth, even here were it's really not such a big deal."

"And as for coping, I've been doing this my entire life. It's still weird though, I feel more normal here then I ever did in Roswell."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker folded her now-silver fingers together, and studied Isabel. "So why are you telling me? How do you know you can trust me? You can, for the record. But... " She looked overwhelmed, and maybe a little embarassed. "God, Isabel, this is huge. Even among all the alien and mutant things here, saving a world is big. I'm glad you told me, just kind of surprised."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Ask the tough questions why don't you," she said. "To be honest, I'm not sure. I mean we kept the secret for so long back in Roswell and everything was okay. And then Max saved Liz and told her the truth, it all went to hell from there. You'd think that I'd be afraid to say anything to anyone. Well, I am, but this is Fandom. It seems like the rules are different here."

"But I guess I'm telling you because I can do it on my terms, if that makes sense. It's because I'm choosing to share a confidence, not because I accidently took a walk through your dreams, or because you smelled that my blood was different." She pushed her hair back out of her face. "Which, I might add, is how Peter and Angel found out. And as for trusting you, it seems like a lot of people do around here, and they respect your opinion on stuff. I didn't think I'd be taking too much of a chance to tell you."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"The rules are different here," Parker said carefully. "Partly because this place is so isolated, I think. Six or seven realities touching in one place; you could leave your own world behind, if you needed to. So that makes it easier. And people here understand about the weird. That helps too." She smiled at Isabel, widening her eyes. "Well, now I know who I don't need to worry about slipping to. Not that I would, it's not the sort of thing that comes up in casual conversation. And I hope I can live up to your trust on this." She let out a slow breath. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" She rolled her eyes. "Aside from lending you some shoes or nail polish?"