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It was late when Isabel finally came in from the campfire and she was proud of herself for staying out in the dark as long as she did. As far as Friday's went, today had been a success. Flight had been fun. She enjoyed spending time with Steve Peter and she'd gotten her letter mailed.

Still a bit too keyed up to sleep, she cleaned up then curled up on her bed to read.

[ooc: For a phone call, but open]

Date: 2007-05-25 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
*riiiiiing*

Shiny new morning in Moscow.

Date: 2007-05-25 11:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Isabel dove for her phone before it could disturb any of her cabinmates, answering before she looked at caller ID. "Hello?"

Date: 2007-05-25 11:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Sooooo? How did the date go? You didn't reply to my e-mail yet. Did he bail?"

Parker always expects people to recognize her voice. 'Hi' is a waste of time, in her opinion.

Date: 2007-05-25 11:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"It was not a date. We just went bowling," Isabel laughed, recognizing Parker's voice. "And we had fun. Technically I suppose yesterday could count as a date. Since I did use those words. But it was more in the sense of we'll meet at this place and time then anything else."

Date: 2007-05-25 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Ooooo. So is that two sort-of dates in a week?" Parker teased, walking down the street. The sounds of Moscow waking up, and tourists at Gorky Park, were probably audible through the phone. "And I miss you! When can you visit me?"

Date: 2007-05-25 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Two sort-of dates, a trip to the clinic, and a night spent holed up in the dorms," she said, hoping Parker wouldn't freak too badly. "I miss you to. But I don't know, it might be hard to road trip over the ocean, you know?"

Date: 2007-05-25 11:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"...clinic?"

Parker's voice turned ominous. "Clinic why?"

Date: 2007-05-25 11:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Because the island decided that the only thing it was missing was a knife-wielding psycho in the woods," Isabel said dryly. "I ran into him on my way back from visiting Jarod at Caritas Wednesday night."

Date: 2007-05-26 12:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Hang on."

Parker pulled the phone away from her ear, and screamed in the middle of Gorky Park. "AAAAAAAGGGHHHH!"

After a second getting her breath back, she said, "Four days. I'm gone four days, and there's a knife-wielding psycho? I was counting on weeks! Are you okay? Did they catch the psycho? What's going on?!"

Date: 2007-05-26 12:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
She was grateful Parker had pulled the phone away, because the scream still came through loud and clear.

"I'm okay. I needed some stitches in my arm but otherwise I'm fine," Isabel promised her. "They haven't caught him yet. The sheriff's looking for him."

Date: 2007-05-26 12:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Oh, like that's reassuring, half the troopers left with Tex," Parker protested stalking down the street and ignoring a few stares. "Just stitches? No concussion or internal injuries or trauma? Really?" She paused. "Steve-Peter took you to the clinic? Hmmmm."

Date: 2007-05-26 12:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Just stitches and some cuts and bruises. You know me," she said, rolling her eyes at the phone. "I'm tough. And don't get too excited. I ran into him when I got back into town. He was nice enough to take me and to wait while the nurse stitched me up."

Date: 2007-05-26 12:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Encouraging, though," Parker said, stopping at a sidewalk vendor, and pointing to the darkest coffee, then grabbing a muffin. "Keeps his head in a crisis, and you had fun with him. And again I say, hmmm." She grinned, and paid for her drink and snack, then turned back toward the main boulevard. "So, aside from the psycho, and bowling, how are things going? You and Cedric hanging out?"

Date: 2007-05-26 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"The library is utterly trashed. I working there on Tuesday's now," Isabel told her. "And yes, it's kind of hard not to when you live eight feet from each other. We've been handwavily watching movies and grabbing the occasional coffee."

Date: 2007-05-26 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Good," Parker said decidedly. "Glad to hear it. The library thing sucks, though. That place is such a pain in the ass to clean up." She took a sip of her coffee and stopped at the corner of Red Square, trying to decide where she wanted to go. "So, did you get my e-mail, or should I tell you everything that's in that?"

Date: 2007-05-26 12:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Give me a second and I'll see." She reached over and flipped on the laptop, quickly scanning over her inbox and opening the email. "Don't start smoking. I'll have to to thwap you."

Date: 2007-05-26 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"But I waaant to," Parker whimpered, sitting down on the steps leading up to St. Basil's, and eating her snack in neat bites. "You have no idea the temptations I'm being subjected to here, Isabel. No idea."

Date: 2007-05-26 01:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"No! It's bad. You'll have stinky breath if you kiss anyone," Isabel told her. "No temptation is worth that."

Date: 2007-05-26 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker snorted. "There is no one here to kiss, damnit. You did read what I said about Anton, didn't you?" She snarled, and a passerby crossed the street. "I want to drown him in the lake, Isabel. Spastic little--"

Date: 2007-05-26 01:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"I did yes. At least wait till after the deal is done and the papers are signed before you kill him," she warned. "Otherwise it'll probably fall through. And your dad will not be happy."

Date: 2007-05-26 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker pouted. "He's not being hit on by a Russian troll-woman. Who's half a foot shorter than him." She sighed. "I suppose I could go flirt with the guards at Lenin's Tomb again. They're not too bad, really. Hell-ooooo."

She blinked, watching a very cute guy walk by.

Date: 2007-05-26 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"You don't know that. There could be a babushka attempting to romance him somewhere." Isabel sighed in sympathy then perked up. "Hello? Hello who?"

Date: 2007-05-26 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker stared at the phone, then blinked. "Are you trying to upset me? She averted her gaze back to the pretty man who'd just walked by, and glanced over at her at the 'hellooooo', then grinned. "Pretty man out for a morning walk, apparently. Reading Pravda. Waiting for the light. Good to know Moscow hasn't exported *all the Alex Krycek types."

Date: 2007-05-26 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Well what are you letting him get away for?" she asked. "Go chase! Ask him for coffee or something!"

Date: 2007-05-26 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker snickered, and got up from the steps, and started to follow. "You know that's not the M.O. The M.O. is to get them to ask me for coffee," she said striding toward the corner.

Date: 2007-05-26 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Oh, duh! I know that," Isabel laughed, wondering if she'd be able to hear the whole conversation over the phone. "See if he speaks English so I can at understand it."

Date: 2007-05-26 02:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker managed to catch up to the corner, and said into the phone, "Right, like I'd leave you out of it?" Then turned to smile brightly at the guy with the newpapaper. "//Excuse me,//" she said in very badly accented Russian, much worse than usual, "//Can you tell me which way is Hermitage?//"

He pulled down his sunglasses a little, then answered in accented but understandable English, "It is on the other side of the square. Two blocks. It does not open for another hour. Too bad."

"Oh, thank you. You speak English?" Parker cocked an eyebrow at him. "I apologize for my Russian."

"No, yours isss, very good." He looked at his wristwatch with regret. "I would show you the way, but, am late for an appointment." He cast her a look of regret as he hailed a taxi. "But welcome to Moscow, Miss...?"

"Parker." She smirked a little, and stepped back from the curb. "Thanks anyway."

"No, thank you--" He paused. "Perhaps, we share a cab, yes?"

"One second." Parker took a couple steps away and whispered into the phone, "Score!"

Date: 2007-05-26 02:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Isabel was giggling madly. "You go girl! I'll call you tomorrow for an update."

Date: 2007-05-26 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Dos vidanya, Isabel," Parker purred. "And definitely! Oh, thanks," she said to the guy as he held the door for her. "Bye!"

*click*

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