#parker01

Courtney was wandering campus in the dark. It wasn’t the first time he had done such a thing, prone to fits of insomnia, so the power outage didn’t really bother him. It was more the lack of alternatives that was grating on his nerves. At this point, he was practically just tracing circles around the quad, when he heard footsteps ahead of him. He flicked his phone’s flashlight on - not caring too much about the battery (if it died, it died) - and lifting it to illuminate whoever was coming in his direction, a grin instantly spreading across his face when he saw it was Parker. “If it isn’t my favorite redhead,” he said in a coo, practically trotting the last few steps to her and dramatically throwing his arms around her, using his momentum to spin her in a circle. “Just the person I would love to keep me company.” 

Lee adjusted the backpack over her shoulder, not trying to gather too much attention--though that was hardly ever an issue for her. The Agency knew of her reputation when they hired her and they should have at least expected for her to steal on her off days. It was either indulge in the occasional theft or expect her to "accidentally" ruin various areas of their headquarters in her attempts to quell her boredom. Regardless, she didn't want to flaunt her indifference toward the rules and so hid her contraband when she could.

Today was a little different than normal. Her eyes scanned the halls, looking for the one person who would appreciate her latest steal. It took her a while, but she finally found them in the little kitchen area. "Hey Parker," she said as she slid her backpack off of her. "I have something really cool to show you." She balanced the bag as she opened it and pulled out a very fluffy fur jacket. "I found it! There were a lot of guards lingering around too, so I assume it's supposed to be fancy."

Asha was still about 99 percent sure that everything she had experienced in the past several hours -- the room with the scientist, walking out onto an unfamiliar street, suddenly deciding she was no longer in Chicago -- was the result of ingesting the peyote her brother kept in the back of the cupboard. The trip didn’t show any signs of letting up though, so she played along. It’d probably make for good material later on anyway.

Eventually, she found where she was supposed to be living for the duration of this alleged experiment. It certainly wasn’t home, but at least it gave her a place to fall. Apparently, it even came with roommates.

She looked to the young man and smiled politely, taking her hands out of her coat pockets. Even the room was a lot to take in after such a barrage of unexpected events.