Parker's there, looking half-asleep, but happy to be done with *everything*. She's looking through on-line catalogs for a late present for Broots, and ones for the bodyguards.
"Parker," Krycek greets her, wandering over with the two (http://pics.livejournal.com/krycek_rat/pic/0002cwzq/g17) packages (http://pics.livejournal.com/krycek_rat/pic/0002eys8/g17), which he sets down in front of her. "Glad I found you. And Merry Christmas - these are yours."
Blinking, Parker says, "Wow, hang on, let me get yours." She pokes around in her satchel, and comes up with this (http://www.whatonearthcatalog.com/whatonearth/T-Shirts_1AG/Wit-Humor_1EF/Item_I-Didnt-Do-It-Shirts_AT8271G_ps_cti-1EF.html) before ripping into her presents gleefully.
"Oooooooo!" She strokes the concealed-carry holster, enchanted, then opens the other and laughs. "Wonderful, a friend for Esme! Heh. Open yours. There's an IOU in there too."
"Can't have enough comfortable, convenient holsters," he smirks pulling open the wrapping on his gift. He grins, holding it up to look at it a moment. "Ha! I like it. Thanks, Parker."
Krycek finds the slip in the packaging, then glances at Parker, arching an eyebrow quizzically. "When do you want to do this?"
"Yum. Good thing Carter got me a sparring set for Christmas, I'll be able to work out more and not gain any weight from all the goodies this season." Parker smiled as she popped some lemon candy. "When do you get back?"
"Good plan. I think sheer stress kept my weight down this semester, but if I'm going to eat healthy and avoid any ulcer complications, I'll need to do something else." Parker frowned. "Cam-Boy and some of the others used to go running pretty regularly. They might like the company."
*Zero comes in, throws down her bag, and addresses whoever happens to be closest to her.*
Right. New flight; the cab'll pick me up at the causeway at nine o'clock tonight. An' if Professor Pierson doesn' show today, I guess I'll have to mallet him.
Now, does anyone have a list of people I need t'chase down about their books?
It took Angela longer than she expected to re-shelve the books that belonged in the regular collection. By the time she enters Special Collections, she's uneasily aware of how fast the rickshaw will need to be for her to catch her plane.
She's thinking about that, and other things, as she pushes open the double doors to SC. She doesn't realize she's forgotten her protective gloves until she's standing in front of the shelf where she needs to put the time travel books.
She peers at them; they don't look dangerous, and, anyhow, the lights are on and she's still within sight of the regular library.
Deciding to take a chance, Angela impatiently parts the books already on the shelf and shoves the Roberta Sparrow work and the other volumes into place. A strange thud-jolt of electricity passes through her ...
And the Angela standing when she yanks her fingers away from the books looks much older, and has absolutely no idea of where she is.
Angela is deeply, deeply confused. As you would beif you had been ordering a double latte with extra foam at Starbucks and, just as the clerk finally announced that your order was ready, you found yourself in some sort of place with ... a lot of books. A library?
And, apparently, there is a weather balloon in the library. A roaming weather balloon.
Angela did the only logical thing in this situation.
"Your girlfriend just got Rovered," says Janet, as soon as she sees Marty. "She went into Special Collections, Rover rolled in a few minutes later, and then she was gone." Janet frowned. "She looked a little bit different too."
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"Oooooooo!" She strokes the concealed-carry holster, enchanted, then opens the other and laughs. "Wonderful, a friend for Esme! Heh. Open yours. There's an IOU in there too."
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Krycek finds the slip in the packaging, then glances at Parker, arching an eyebrow quizzically. "When do you want to do this?"
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"I have about an hour before I need to go to the airport," she says. "Thought I might as well spend it here."
"Oh, and I brought some candy for everyone."
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"And yeah, I need to start running or something. New Year's resolution, right?"
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Spotting Parker, he heads over to talk to her (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/477517.html?thread=21839693#t21839693).
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Right. New flight; the cab'll pick me up at the causeway at nine o'clock tonight. An' if Professor Pierson doesn' show today, I guess I'll have to mallet him.
Now, does anyone have a list of people I need t'chase down about their books?
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"Hi!" she sang out to the other aides, keeping her tone hushed but gleeful nonetheless.
Deep in the bowels of the library...
She's thinking about that, and other things, as she pushes open the double doors to SC. She doesn't realize she's forgotten her protective gloves until she's standing in front of the shelf where she needs to put the time travel books.
She peers at them; they don't look dangerous, and, anyhow, the lights are on and she's still within sight of the regular library.
Deciding to take a chance, Angela impatiently parts the books already on the shelf and shoves the Roberta Sparrow work and the other volumes into place. A strange thud-jolt of electricity passes through her ...
And the Angela standing when she yanks her fingers away from the books looks much older, and has absolutely no idea of where she is.
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*even rover knows this is a bad place.*
*he doesn't like to go here.*
*that he's never been here hardly matters.*
*this place makes him wiggly.*
*...and not in the good way.*
*standing in front of a shelf, she is only a little not familiar.*
*ok, she is familiar only not a little.*
*it's not angela.*
*it is angela, only not.*
*regardless, this angela is not authorized personnel.*
*especially unauthorized personnel here.*
*he rolls to a stop in front of her.*
*and wiggles.*
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And, apparently, there is a weather balloon in the library. A roaming weather balloon.
Angela did the only logical thing in this situation.
She screamed. LOUD.
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After the Rover thing...
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