CJ's Office Hour

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She's flipping through the Neiman Marcus catalog she picked up, listening to her headphones. Every now and again she sings along to snippets of Manilow, The Carpenters, and Neil Diamond. If anyone needs to talk, she's here.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Angelus, Angel-face, Mr. Wings." Parker makes a face, then sobers. "No, I haven't seen Mr. Phale, although I got a very nice note from him, thanking him for the flowers I sent and I will/have/been talking to him already in a thread we just finished and I'm going over there tomorrow. I'm just glad he's okay. he should have *told* us that what he did was going to mess him up."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I don't think he knew, Parker. I doubt he'd ever done anything like that. So many things happen in this town that have never happened before. I mean, zombies? Cat people? Deep space radar? Time machines? The abnormal is the norm, don't you think?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker looks at her sharply at the mention of deep space radar, then relaxes. "So you do know." She shakes her head. "Who told? And I wish they'd told me. God, that's annoying."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh, hell. I can't say, Parker. He'll get in trouble.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker focuses, thinking back over the conversation, then smirks. "Shep. O'Nell was pissed off when I found out. Much less a teacher. And Kawalsky never slips up."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Or maybe D. All of the above. But I didn't say that.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker rolls her eyes. "I suppose they thought you'd handle it better than a sixteen-year-old. But still. I am going to give O'Neill *such* a talking-to for yelling about me knowing. Loser."