[ Not one to respond well to these mind-intrusions, Parker continues to do what she was doing even after the urgency of Siva'co's voice. She takes this as the last chance to float quietly in the pool, now emptier with the other Hosts moved by urgency exiting to pack their bags. She, however, takes her time, relieving the stress on her back. The time stretches out until she decides she ought to go.
Far from being the first on the hanger, there are however still many people there, struggling with the alien clothes. Her hair is still wet when she gets there.

With garments long and large enough to be worn over her own clothes, Parker doesn't seem interested in pulling them off like most are doing. She just shoves it on like a second layer, however she leaves the gloves and sincerely uncomfortable-looking boots for later. She immediately hates everything about this, the intricate vest, the cape – it is all too restrictive to her usual style, and she already feels suffocated like a toddler being forced in to a gown.

Parker is tugging uncomfortably at the cape, annoyed by it, when she notices them looking – struggling or not with their own clothes, maybe judging her bare feet. She frowns. ]

This is a promising idea. [ She comments irritably. ]

a) [ She takes a far corner of the ship, not paying attention to whatever the agents are saying because it's not that relevant. It's just reinstating what has been said a million times. Inane talk. She also pays little attention to what everyone else is doing, chilling on her corner quietly over the copy of Treasure Island Steve had found.

The hollowed book passed by Rhan is quickly discarded to the side on the floor next to where she sits, little interest in it. She has brought along her own notebook. ]

b) [ Later, during the journey, she has to stand up to stretch her legs, still without her books or gloves, walking next to the window to look at the infinity of space. She squints tiredly at the stars, before glancing to the people around, crossing her arms as if cold. She rubs her face with her hand, clearly in need of sleep if the bags under her eyes are not a good enough indication. ]

c) [ Parker has her notebook open on her lap. There are a lot of notes written down, the handwriting mechanical and slanted from the rush of the transcription. She flips her page to another one, scratching her head in focus with the tip of the pen distractedly. Then she quietly scribbles down something on the corner of a busy page. ]

[ These people are way too chatty, Parker finds herself thinking as they force their way in with their voices in their minds. The descend to the alien planet had been rather beautiful, and she couldn't ignore that fact. Something so completely alien, you ought to admire. But it dies quickly with the chatter in her head and she has to endure their endless talk just in case they say something worth knowing – so far, she has been disappointed. Then again, what she is looking for is different.

Her eyes flicker over to the taller figure with interest; she memorizes the clothes she wears – for later. For a moment, Parker almost joins the party Lyr leads, but decides against it. All for the better, as the group Collector leads gets to take first pick of the room. ]

a) [ Parker takes the room closest to the entrance. Before it can be claimed, she shoulders in – but not aggressively, only very assertively. Okay, it's a little bit aggressive. ]

I'm keeping this one [ It's said tiredly, but with a firm tone – no intentions of sharing either. ]

b) [ That bell has to be an insult, right? Either pick being a chatterbox in one's mind or use a chime. What are they, Pavlov's dogs? With her clothes off in the privacy of their rooms, she takes her time to put them back on, this time without her full clothes underneath – it gets too stuffy. They are a legitimate hassle, these things. She follows one step behind and unaligned with the rest, taking a mental note of the path and all that it entails – for use of leverage or escape. ]

What a bunch of bullshit. [ She mumbles between greeted teeth at Collector's words echoing. Everyone talks but nobody says anything. ]

c) [ She approaches where the games are being played in silence and stands in careful distance from the players – but not enough to not to be noticed. A Rabadocean waves her and anyone standing nearby over to join them. Come play with them, friends.

Yikes. No, thanks. The glance she takes at the nearest person is enough to sense the "nope" face under all that fabric. ]

[ Parker takes no seat at the tables nor does she care to eat the food – not at that moment, at least. Maybe later she will regret it, but as it is, she already eats a lot less than she should. She stands invisible in plain sight, just a background figure that none cares to pay attention to. But it is easy to be quiet where everyone is loud.

So, when she is noticed, she is caught off-guard. It is a Second daughter that seems to be amused by her stand-offish attitude. The bracelets of copper and gold around her wrist clink together in a soft chimely melody. ]

It is of my understanding that you are quiet people. [ She says and her voice is sweet and young – perhaps just at the beginning on the Path of the First. ] But you are especially so. You do not even sit near your own. Are you some kind of lower servant?

[ Parker frowns under the hood and turns her head slightly to the alien, one eyebrow raised. ] Why do I care to talk to them?

[ Quick, someone intervene before she causes trouble. ]

[ The show is impressive, but she only watches it tangibly as her eyes scan the room instead for an odd, misplaced reaction from the guests, a less sincere applause, a glance that doesn't feel quite right – but it is hard to tell when these are aliens with alien ways.

She glances over to the nearest person who is passing as a servant, then back to the crowd. And then she starts walking slowly into it, trying to catch a conversation that they should not. ]

[ As always, I'm up for anything; also, I would rather keep one person or one group thread per prompt! I love group threads so hop in if you feel like it. Also, I'll be taking control of the NPC unless Abby/Donna want to intervene. Aayyy. ]