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Barge coma is just another way for the man in charge to fuck with us.

[Private to Parker's friends (especially the Tough Ass Women club.)
So did I miss anything important while I was dead to the world?

[Private to Parker.]
You. Me. Talking. I've got something for you.

[Private to Angelica]
Let's play with some fucking swords.

[Private to Laura]
A drink?

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Something you'll like.

Where do you want to meet?

Do you have a preference?

No.

Then come over and we'll have a beer.

Edited 2011-02-23 01:12 (UTC)

[Unless there's some kind of magical reinforcement on the lock, Parker will be letting herself in.]

[There isn't, so Parker will just turn around and see Parker in the room and stare.]

Well, make yourself right fucking at home.

[Parker takes that at face value and settles in comfortably, waiting for Parker to tell her what she wants to talk about.]

[Parker goes to her closet and pulls out a box with a bunch of swirly writing on it, because she got it from Five.]

Here.

[Parker takes the box and turns it over, then sniffs it.]

What is it?

Edited 2011-02-23 20:22 (UTC)

It's a lock. You get to pick it.

[A smile spreads across Parker's face.] Cool.

It isn't going to be fucking easy.

[Parker was thinking it was going to be impossible, give that it was timelord technology and all of that shit.]

What would be the point if it was easy?

Fair enough. It should keep you busy for a while.

[Alright. Serious warden business time now.]

So, what have you been doing while I was fucking playing Sleeping Beauty?

[Parker shrugs.] Nothing.

[There was a little bit of a roll of eye.]

Did you show up to dinner?

Yes. [That had been a weird day, what with the flood and all. Parker really didn't want to talk about it.]

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