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[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Hey all you night owls!

Parker is in the kitchen serving up a bowl of Rocket Os in the most passive-aggressive way ever. Didn't think it was possible to passive-aggressively make a bowl of cereal? Here you go.

There's bits of cereal spilled onto the counter, doomed to lay wherever they fall because Parker doesn't even care that its wasteful or that they're just going to sit there the rest of the night along with the small drops of milk that happened to splash out of her bowl when she poured the milk and slammed the carton back onto the counter.

And no, she doesn't want your silly CHAIRS. She is just fine eating on the kitchen floor, THANKS.

Clearly, you must bother her. Thank her for all the banging of cabinets, the clanking of silverware, the milk that spilled onto your journals, and for eating the cereal as loudly as inhumanly possible.

You're all very welcome.]

Comments

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

[ Did someone say NIGHT OWLS?

Nope. That was in the brackets. But Yukiko is coming into the kitchen anyway! She recalls Parker, of course - her favourite blonde buddy - and is given some pause at that expression. ]

Parker...?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Give her a minute to finish passive-aggressively chewing her cereal before casting a glance Yukiko's way. She nods in her direction, a sort of "'Sup?" before turning back to her bowl.]

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[Hesam was still having trouble sleeping so, here you go - one confused dude entering the kitchen and wondering if he should open his mouth.]

Hey uh, where's the rest of the cereal?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[She lifts her spoon and points behind her on the counter, where the box miiiiiight have fallen over and spilled out on to the counter.]

Right where I left it.

[mr-stealthypnts.livejournal.com]

[Xander is standing here in the doorway looking a little too scared to actually come in...or say anything.]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Have fun with that? Parker will be shooting him some very odd glances. And also pull a popcorn.gif with her cereal to see if and when he'll eventually enter.]

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[yeah, so, don't mind this redhead entering the kitchen and sitting across from Parker on the kitchen floor. he'll speak in a bit.]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[He's free to sit where he pleases, though his arrival does ping her a bit stronger than the others. She actually looks at him upon his arrival, though she'll continue eating without saying anything at all.

Maybe he just wants some company. She's fine with that. At least HE doesn't ask that she wait in line to hang out with him.]

[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ o lawd gil's about to enter the kitchen and sees

the

horror ]

What...

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[That would be a good word to describe it. Especially since she hasn't bothered to try cleaning up her mess at all. Not that she CARES about the mess.

Just a glance his way and nothing more. It's more of a "Oh, someone else is in the kitchen" than anything else.]

/placeholder, <3

[terrorwhatflaps.livejournal.com]

[wanders in, in search of a coffee and maybe a snack, and --- blink blink stare.


shrug]

At least you didn't forget the milk...

<33

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Parker will return the stare with a stare of her own. It is a stare of great surprise and confusion and awe.]

You're a talking duck.

[verydistinctive.livejournal.com]

[that sound? It's a very distinctive sound. So distinctive that it draws Eliot's attention away from heading to the stairs, to heading toward the kitchen]

Parker? [gives her a curious glance]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[ELIOT. When he arrives, Parker looks around him, as if to see if he brought HIM along with him. When there's no sign of HIM, she visibly relaxes, shoulders returning to their slump.]

Eliot.

[predominancy.livejournal.com]

[walks in... my, isn't this a mess? She looks around for the source and walks over to... this... person...? a victim or the perpetrator? inquiring minds must know *^*]

Is it your custom to sit on the floor while partaking in meals?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Hello, curious lady. Parker will just glance at her for a moment before formulating any sort of answer. At this point, she is trying to balance her spoon on the tip of her nose, and she dedicates her concentration on balancing it perfectly. When she is successful, she answers.]

Not really. Usually I sit on the counter instead. [It should be obvious why she didn't this time.]

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

[ Did someone say NIGHT OWLS?

Nope. That was in the brackets. But Yukiko is coming into the kitchen anyway! She recalls Parker, of course - her favourite blonde buddy - and is given some pause at that expression. ]

Parker...?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Give her a minute to finish passive-aggressively chewing her cereal before casting a glance Yukiko's way. She nods in her direction, a sort of "'Sup?" before turning back to her bowl.]

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[Hesam was still having trouble sleeping so, here you go - one confused dude entering the kitchen and wondering if he should open his mouth.]

Hey uh, where's the rest of the cereal?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[She lifts her spoon and points behind her on the counter, where the box miiiiiight have fallen over and spilled out on to the counter.]

Right where I left it.

[mr-stealthypnts.livejournal.com]

[Xander is standing here in the doorway looking a little too scared to actually come in...or say anything.]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Have fun with that? Parker will be shooting him some very odd glances. And also pull a popcorn.gif with her cereal to see if and when he'll eventually enter.]

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[yeah, so, don't mind this redhead entering the kitchen and sitting across from Parker on the kitchen floor. he'll speak in a bit.]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[He's free to sit where he pleases, though his arrival does ping her a bit stronger than the others. She actually looks at him upon his arrival, though she'll continue eating without saying anything at all.

Maybe he just wants some company. She's fine with that. At least HE doesn't ask that she wait in line to hang out with him.]

[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ o lawd gil's about to enter the kitchen and sees

the

horror ]

What...

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[That would be a good word to describe it. Especially since she hasn't bothered to try cleaning up her mess at all. Not that she CARES about the mess.

Just a glance his way and nothing more. It's more of a "Oh, someone else is in the kitchen" than anything else.]

/placeholder, <3

[terrorwhatflaps.livejournal.com]

[wanders in, in search of a coffee and maybe a snack, and --- blink blink stare.


shrug]

At least you didn't forget the milk...

<33

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Parker will return the stare with a stare of her own. It is a stare of great surprise and confusion and awe.]

You're a talking duck.

[verydistinctive.livejournal.com]

[that sound? It's a very distinctive sound. So distinctive that it draws Eliot's attention away from heading to the stairs, to heading toward the kitchen]

Parker? [gives her a curious glance]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[ELIOT. When he arrives, Parker looks around him, as if to see if he brought HIM along with him. When there's no sign of HIM, she visibly relaxes, shoulders returning to their slump.]

Eliot.

[predominancy.livejournal.com]

[walks in... my, isn't this a mess? She looks around for the source and walks over to... this... person...? a victim or the perpetrator? inquiring minds must know *^*]

Is it your custom to sit on the floor while partaking in meals?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Hello, curious lady. Parker will just glance at her for a moment before formulating any sort of answer. At this point, she is trying to balance her spoon on the tip of her nose, and she dedicates her concentration on balancing it perfectly. When she is successful, she answers.]

Not really. Usually I sit on the counter instead. [It should be obvious why she didn't this time.]