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Things to Do at the Beach #3, Galactica Point, Friday Morning

Jarod waited for the class to arrive under a makeshift tent. Next to him were plastic shovels and pails. And a large group of kittens that had gotten curious about what he was doing and had decided to sit in. One or two were in the pails, either playing or curled up and sleeping.

"Good morning, everyone. Unfortunately, because of Fandom's...eccentricities," he looked at the kittens, then the pudding, which occasionally glopped from the sky, "I don't feel safe sending you out on the water today. But that's not all that you can do at the beach," he continued, "Today you'll be making sand castles--but they don't need to look like castles, if you feel like being more free form about it. There are also frisbees and a volleyball, if you want to play with those instead."

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Parker's yawning every five seconds, and mostly? Just lying there watching other people build castles while kittens crawl over her to various bits of construction work

Jarod crouched down next to her. "How'd you sleep?" He asked quietly.

"I slept." She closed her eyes, then opened them to blink at him. "Not well, but I slept."

Not caring about appearances at the moment, he pulled her into a hug.

Parker gratefully fell into the embrace, and closed her eyes again, her face in his neck. "You don't get to die," she muttered. "Especially not if Raines comes back from the dead."

"I'm not dying," He pulled back from her, holding her at arm's length and studying her face carefully. "That's some dream you had, Parker."

Parker scrubbed her face with her hand. "It's a whole thing. Rory did it. Mummies and frogs and pond coffee and nightmares and hallucinations." She yawned again, hanging limp from his grip. "S'better than yesterday, though."

Jarod wondered briefly if he should postpone his trip. There was no way he could tell her that he was leaving right now. "Rory did it on purpose?"

"What? No." Parker shook her head. "Even if that's what she thought I was saying." She stretched a little, slumping forward. "She accidentally read something aloud, the big nerd. And thus, plaguettes." Something from last night's meeting filtered through, and she added, "Willow's fixing the magic part, I think they said. And...." No reason to tell him about plans to fight off a mummy invasion, because who know if it would have to happen. "It looks like it'll be done soon."

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After her half-hearted attempt as sandcastle building, Isabel gave up and went to sit by Parker. "You doing okay?"

"Gah. Better. Not great." Parker rubbed her eyes. "Had another nightmare last night, but I'm not seeing things this morning. I'll take it as an even trade." She smiled tiredly at Isabel. "Are you okay? I know that couldn't have been fun for you, either."

"That's good," she nodded. "Not the nightmare part. But at least that it seems to have stopped for now." Idly Isabel reached down, picked up handful of sand and then let it run out between her fingers. "I'm okay. There were kittens in my room when we got back. So there was kitten therapy. Surprisingly enough? It helped."

"Yay kittens. I'm glad something made you feel better." Parker commented, just as two started to tussle with her sandals. "Oh, cut that out. Go hunt frogs, guys." She pulled her legs up, and one of the kittens made off with her sandal. Parker stared balefully after it, and then conversationally said, "I hate magic."

Isabel smiled as the kitten ran off. "At least he has good taste in shoes. Those were stylish." Hand still absently digging through the sand, she nodded. "I don't think I've had a good experience with it yet. Between the bouncing, and watching what you guys are going through now. Nope, not liking the magic that much."

Parker tried to think of a good experience with magic, and said, "The candy that made me float and twinkle was kind of fun. It wore off at the end of the afternoon. But that's all I can think of at the moment." She grumbled, glaring after the kitten, too tired to chase it. "The stuff you and Bridge can do is less muss less fuss and more simple. Better."

"It is isn't it? And the consequences aren't as dire." Isabel chuckled. "Actually I did have a good experience with magic. Yesterday morning. I just forgot with all the other stuff that's going on."

Parker covered a yawn with her mouth, widened her eyes, and said, "Sorry, still sleepy. But what did you do yesterday? Interested. Just tired."

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Jack sat down next to her, the kitten on his shoulder purring at the sight of Parker. He didn't say anything for a minute, just pressed his shoulder against hers.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked, turning to look at her, eyes filled with the worry he was trying to keep off his face.

Parker nodded tiredly. "I'm not seeing things now. I just didn't get much rest last night." She rubbed her eyes. "God, I was really losing it, wasn't I?"

"Considering that you were seeing things? No, I don't think you were losing it too badly. It was just," Jack hesitated, looking for and discarding words, "worrying. Seeing you like that, not being able to do anything to help." He brushed his hand across hers. "Luckily Izzy was around to fix whatever it was that was wrong."

"Having her confirm that it wasn't just me helped tons." Parker turned her hand over, and captured his. "But knowing you cared was pretty damn cool too."

Jack squeezed her hand. "Of course I care," he said quietly. "Anything I can do for you, I will." After a moment he grinned and said, "Even calling people out of the blue and asking them out. I don't know if you got my message, but they all called back. With the result that I have a date with Z, what probably isn't a date with Jamie, and a very confused Peter who's willing to speak to me in a public place."

"I got it, but couldn't make sense of it, which says more about me than you," Parker said, chuckling. "Yay date-- I like Z-- yay not-a-date, although you never know, since Jamie has his laundry done at the Sin and could be into anything without looking like it, and yay Peter. I did see all them last night at the mummy meeting, but it's nice to know they didn't disappear while my back was turned." She sobered, studying him intensely for a moment, then giving him another bright smile.

"What is it?" he asked, responding to the look.

"Nightmare flashback." She worried her lower lip, then said, "The next time you disappear? You'll tell me, right? I mean, before you go back to the 50th Century, you'll say good-bye. Won't you?"