Kiss the Boys and Make 'em Cry

"So how are the Hopeless-Savages doing these days?" Parker was laid out on a lounger, pink drink with umbrella in hand, next to Zero. "And how long can you stay?"

"ZERO!"

Knock knock!

"OPEN UP! I have chocolate bunnies and a plan!" Pound pound pound pound pound!

This'll end well.

"Happy birthday to meeeeeeee." Parker paused to examine the newest present on her desk. "Happy birthday to meeeee."

Pause to consider her newest Jimmy Choos.

"Happy late birthday to meeeeeeee...." Consideration. "Happy extended for as long as I want birthday tooooo... meee!"

[open! as you'd expect, for the slightly-late birthday girl. She's 24. Holy hell, time flies.]

Parker had (of course) gotten tickets to the Olympics. A chance to see men tumbling and swimming and running in small outfits? Sign her up.

She sent a text to her friends - I got third row tickets and you don't, NEENER - And settled in to wait for the beginning of Men's Water Polo.

GO USA!

[open for calls, texts, teleports, portals.]

Parker had reappeared on the lawn of Fandom High, and not been sure where to go first, or what to do first, or what she wanted to do.... then she got a text from Jarod.

BACK! And stuck in EuroDisney. Come find me as soon as you can!

Figuring that people would wind up back at Ronan's eventually, she headed for his house.

And put on some music. Loud.

And while she was at it, called a few people, and sent the file of it.

Dancing in the middle of Ronan's kitchen was required.

[open to temporary housemates, phone calls, etc.]

Pacing. Back. And forth. Back. And forth.

Wyatt had left to try and get to Jarod hours ago.

Back. And forth.

[for Sockboy and anyone at Ronan's place.]

Parker's head hurt. She was trying not to look around too much because this stop was giving her vertigo.

Time to check in with some people.

[calling one, but open for others.]

Over the last week, Parker had noticed things going missing. Contacts who weren't checking in. Places which apparently weren't receiving information. And now, Jarod, Alex, Kyle, Broots, and Angelo were insisting that there never had been an Eddie who was a member of 7G Enterprises. It had always been 6G.

Since when the hell was April Fool's Day in November!?!

And now Portalocity was going down. Just. Great.

[expecting a call from one, but open to others]

"Angelo...." Was ignoring her. And coaxing Esme around an obstacle course.

"You do realize you're insane, right?" Angelo's pout had her revising her statement. "It's not like they give out gold medals for this!"

Angelo's head-shake was meant to indicate how very, very wrong she was.

"You're supposed to be working on that hacking project!"

"Done." Angelo held out a carrot, and Esme hopped over the barrier. "Training time!"

[open for phone calls or e-mails]

So far Angelo's part of the job was going well; he'd narrowed down their target 'problem' areas to a certain section within the company.

The attempt to kidnap him yesterday had Parker on-edge and snappy, and determined to stay on the same floor today, no matter what other concerns the client had.

"I over-nighted the cellphone you appropriated to our office in Honolulu," she told Triela. "And those four goons aren't talking. Anything else stand out about them for you?"

In the background, Angelo typed away.

[for the contractor, but open for phone calls.