Neptune, California, The Apartment of Failing Structural Integrity, Monday

[cantgetnorelief]

When Anders rolled out of bed this morning, he'd immediately yawned, rubbed his eyes, and padded out to the living room (careful to swerve that one spot where the leak had been in case bits of ceiling were still falling, only to smack his shins into the coffee table) in keeping with the pattern of the past two weeks

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[mparkerceo]

And suddenly, there's a blue-violet swirling... thing. A portal.

Right in Daisy's living room.

And then someone's falling out of it with a thud.

"Damn!"

[swerval_zero]

Someone else fell out of the portal. On top of the other person. "Squall!"

[cantgetnorelief]

Well, that was one way to get jarred out of a melancholy post-Olympic reverie, wasn't it?

"What -- hey . . . hey!" Anders turned around just in time to witness catch the tail end of Zero landing on Parker and grimace in sympathy. "What're you guys doing here?" he asked, very glad he'd actually taken the time to throw on rumpled sweats and a lightly-used t-shirt this morning.

[mparkerceo]

Parker was muttering and shoving at Zero, then rolling her eyes at Anders. "Duh, Daisy. You know why we're here. I can't believe you fell on me again," she complained to Zero, getting up and brushing off her clothes.

Which were not really Parker clothes. They were more Florence of Arabia than usual, for one.