Here it is, the moment you've all been waiting for. Drumroll, please! *half-assed drumroll from whichever band member is least faint of hunger.* Thanks.
Elizabeth cocks eyebrow. "Have you fallen in the punch? Have you been kissing strangers who's eyes randomly glow? You don't have any desire to command us all to kree?"
Well, why not have one Goa'uld infestation followed by another. Although I don't recall any mission reports about the Goa'uld being this... perky
Parker frowns cutely. "I think I heard..." she looks around, "Kawalsky say it! Earlier this week. But I think he's better now." She grins. "No more tin foil!"
"She is acting rather oddly, is she not? I find that when she's distracted - dancing or some such - and not talking, she seems much more herself. Haven't been able to figure out what's going on."
"Yeah, odd's the right word for it. She was very un-Parker-like when Janet and I were getting ready as well." Elizabeth indicates the jewelry she had on. "She leant me this."
Michael does a slight doubletake. "Someone or something else? I never would have thought of that." He looks at Parker with an edge of concern. "What would you recommend we do?"
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Her eyes narrow suspiciously. "Who are you and what have you done with Parker?"
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"Cal-ly! CALLLLLLY!"
Oh thank god, someone is catching on. About time!
"Homecoming Queen, where are youuuuu?"
Parker bounces.
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Well, why not have one Goa'uld infestation followed by another. Although I don't recall any mission reports about the Goa'uld being this... perky
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Then she cracks up again.
"Liz, you are sweet and *funny!*"
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::runs over::
::very serious tone:: Parker, what did you just say?
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Now, where did you learn that word?
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I thought she was just relaxing and letting her hair down a little, but this is more than she would allow herself, isn't it?
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I'm afraid not. When she joined me on the dancefloor, she was already exhibiting signs, albeit minor ones.
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"Hank, for one! He's a divine dancer!"
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