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?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Definitely, and if we find out that some is responsible for it? Can I thump them soundly about the head? Possibly using one of Rory's arms? I mean what am I going to do in class tomorrow? I'm sorry Prof. Chaucer, I need to stand in the back of the room because if I sit, I'm going to bounce?" She shook her head, "That's going to be interesting to say the least."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker had to cover her mouth to stifle the giggles. "Oh, god. It's not funny. Well, it is. But I get how embarassing that could be, especially with some of the guys around here." She took a deep breath, and opened up her bottle of nail polish, and started applying a coat of primer. "And you never know-- the professor would probably understand. If you could bring yourself to tell him, that is."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Yup, defintely wearing a nice, very supportive sports bra tomorrow," she said, rolling her eyes. "And if anyone says anything? I will get them. I don't know how, but I will. Actually Prof. Chaucer is great. He'd understand completely. It's a shame he's leaving. And crap." Isabel said, hitting her head with her hand. "I just remembered, we're supposed to meet his replacement tomorrow. That's going to be lovely. 'Hi, I'm Isabel, your TA. And I bounce."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker chortled, then aww'd. "Damn, you made me mess up this coat. God I wish I could be there to hear your new teacher's reaction. Definite induction into Fandom, having a boucy TA." She grabbed a cotton puff and blotted the polish off her fingers, and shook her head. "I just feel lucky nothing odd is happening to me yet. Notice I stress the 'yet'. At this rate, the entire student body will have bizarre and unaccountable superpowers."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Be careful, that's what I said yesterday morning. By last night, I was bouncing." She kneeled down, resting against the bed, and grabbed her nail file. "But, weird happenings aside, what else has been happening?"

And then, just to test a theory, "How's Jarod?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"He's... good." And god, how she did not want to think about that phone call Friday night. "I talked to him a day or so ago. I wish he could go on the trip to England with us, but otherwise... good." And great, she just screwed up her nail polish again. "Crap."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel did not read anything into the coincidental smearing of nail polish, nope, not at all. "I'm still not sure if I'm going on the trip. If I don't, I'll be sure to stop by Caritas and say hi."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grimaced, and fixed the nail polish, then said, "That would be good." Or something. "I probably won't see him before we leave. The play, and other stuff... Right." She sighed. "Can I ask you something?" Without waiting for Isabel's response, she asked, "Do I seem like a heinous bitch to you?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Not to me," Isabel said. "You're cool, collected, and in control. I admire that." Finished with the file, she reached for the nail buffer. "Why? What happened?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Lee Adama." Parker rolled her eyes. "He and I didn't have sex, but, uh. Boy's got skills. Trouble is, he also has a girlfriend." She held out one hand, glaring at the Argentine Tango on her fingers as she waited for it to dry. "I'm such a bitch."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh, not good," Isabel said. "But shame on him for not saying no. How'd it happen?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Rehearsing the play. Sam Carter was there at first, and Lee and I were doing vodka shots, and she suggested we kiss, for practice, and--" Parker sighed, and slowly started to paint her other hand, her eyes on her fingers. "And it got kind of intense. So Carter left, and... we just didn't stop." She sighed. "I knew he had a girlfriend, and I didn't care because we can't stand each other. And that's why I'm a heinous bitch. Damnit."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Well as long as you don't plan on doing it again? Maybe you can chalk it up to a moment of not thinking? Especially because I don't think you'd do it if there wasn't vodka involved." Isabel didn't looke up, concentrating at smoothing out her nails.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I wish I were as sure." Parker shook her head. "We'd have had this morning's conversation last night, I know that much." She sighed. "Anyway. It's wrong that I want to rub it in Kara's face. So I'm just hoping I can avoid her like hell." She finished her other hand, and just held out her fingers to dry. "And I told Lee I wouldn't be the other woman, so. Hell. Nothing else may happen. At all."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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."