Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
Huh. I did not know that, and now I know that I've probably never had it.
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Goddamn Teenagers (Worm, AU/time travel)
Family Matters, Part 2
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"Accord will be transitioning to our oversight certain of his activities outside of Boston," Marquis said.
"What?" Thomas asked. "Why?"
Marquis shrugged. "According to our liaison, he will be working with Valkyrie in some sort of advisory capacity. Citrine will be in touch with details."
Well, it wasn't like he could say 'no', even if he wanted to. A few months ago he would have jumped at the chance but know all he could think was that things were happening far too fast.
Previously
"Finally," the other woman said with a warm smile, "on a more personal note, I have some pictures you might enjoy."
"Oh?" Marquis asked, as she handed over an envelope. Opening it, he smiled. "She looks so much like her mother."
Elsewhere
"I appreciate that your power can in theory be used as a high-altitude launch assist mechanism." Dr. Weaver stated. "Do not use it for this purpose absent express written permission."
"Think of how useful it could be, though!"
"Extremely. It will also scatter wreckage over a wide area if it goes wrong. This means when you do try it, we will need to consider the same sort of safety concerns as an aerospace test range."
Missy was not quite able to hide her disappointment.
Note: Small break after a string of highly concentrated shenanigans
"What?" Thomas asked. "Why?"
Marquis shrugged. "According to our liaison, he will be working with Valkyrie in some sort of advisory capacity. Citrine will be in touch with details."
Well, it wasn't like he could say 'no', even if he wanted to. A few months ago he would have jumped at the chance but know all he could think was that things were happening far too fast.
Previously
"Finally," the other woman said with a warm smile, "on a more personal note, I have some pictures you might enjoy."
"Oh?" Marquis asked, as she handed over an envelope. Opening it, he smiled. "She looks so much like her mother."
Elsewhere
"I appreciate that your power can in theory be used as a high-altitude launch assist mechanism." Dr. Weaver stated. "Do not use it for this purpose absent express written permission."
"Think of how useful it could be, though!"
"Extremely. It will also scatter wreckage over a wide area if it goes wrong. This means when you do try it, we will need to consider the same sort of safety concerns as an aerospace test range."
Missy was not quite able to hide her disappointment.
Note: Small break after a string of highly concentrated shenanigans
Yeah my family always just called it "spaghetti and meat sauce", I was pretty first surprised the first time I learned that British people use such a fancy name for the regular people version of it.
- Location
- Somewhere, Maybe
Misty does "Bring Down The Sky" when? ^.^
The Grand Date Wager, Part 7
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"Come on, admit it!" Vicky needled her sister, "you had fun."
"You stole my date!" Amy said, plopping on the couch.
"Hey! Vicky squawked, "it's not my fault he appreciates my makeup genius!"
"I had to make polite small talk! With Dean! I know he's your snuggle toy but he's so booooring we literally talked about the weather!"
"Yeah, yeah, but I didn't get in the way when you and him and Alec spent like five whole minutes talking about some video game."
"Saint's Row is a masterpiece and I will fight you if you disagree!" Amy crossed her arms dramatically. "It's a shame Youth Guard made them remove it from the Wards room."
Vicky rolled her eyes. "If only you were half as interested in dressing up IRL as you were in games."
"IRL I have to be the noble Panacea, if I wore anything interesting you-know-who would have a meltdown," Amy grumped.
"Are you sure?" Vicky said seriously. "Aunt Sarah lets Eric and Crystal let their freak flags fly some, and Mom has mellowed out recently."
"Oh course I'm—wait, what? Huh." Amy adopted a pensive expression. "You know, you're right."
"Of course I'm right," Vicky said triumphantly. "Just like I'm right that you had fun."
"Fine," Amy, admitted. "It was the most fun I've had on one of these double dates. Still not my preferred way to spend an evening, but tolerable."
"You know, I might be able to get Dean to invite Alec to come to that party he's doing if he comes as your date…"
"Don't push your luck," Amy grumped.
Note: God can you imagine the kind of shit Amy's would have the Boss wear?
Also, Saint's Row is exactly the sort of thing Youth Guard wouldn't like. Although, what with Missy as Dinah being as impressionable as they are, it might be for the best. Missy might get ideas.
"You stole my date!" Amy said, plopping on the couch.
"Hey! Vicky squawked, "it's not my fault he appreciates my makeup genius!"
"I had to make polite small talk! With Dean! I know he's your snuggle toy but he's so booooring we literally talked about the weather!"
"Yeah, yeah, but I didn't get in the way when you and him and Alec spent like five whole minutes talking about some video game."
"Saint's Row is a masterpiece and I will fight you if you disagree!" Amy crossed her arms dramatically. "It's a shame Youth Guard made them remove it from the Wards room."
Vicky rolled her eyes. "If only you were half as interested in dressing up IRL as you were in games."
"IRL I have to be the noble Panacea, if I wore anything interesting you-know-who would have a meltdown," Amy grumped.
"Are you sure?" Vicky said seriously. "Aunt Sarah lets Eric and Crystal let their freak flags fly some, and Mom has mellowed out recently."
"Oh course I'm—wait, what? Huh." Amy adopted a pensive expression. "You know, you're right."
"Of course I'm right," Vicky said triumphantly. "Just like I'm right that you had fun."
"Fine," Amy, admitted. "It was the most fun I've had on one of these double dates. Still not my preferred way to spend an evening, but tolerable."
"You know, I might be able to get Dean to invite Alec to come to that party he's doing if he comes as your date…"
"Don't push your luck," Amy grumped.
Note: God can you imagine the kind of shit Amy's would have the Boss wear?
Also, Saint's Row is exactly the sort of thing Youth Guard wouldn't like. Although, what with Missy as Dinah being as impressionable as they are, it might be for the best. Missy might get ideas.
The Grand Date Wager, Part 8
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"Soooo fulllllll," Aisha moaned as they drove home, her irreverent tone clashing heavily with her professional attire.
"I was kind of surprised you finished it," Brian observed.
"But it was sooo gooooood," Aisha continued.
"If you're so full why did you get dessert?"
"Because desert! And fire! It was awesome! How could I not eat the fire pie!"
"You know, you could have had them box part of your pasta and then ordered dessert anyway."
"You can do that?"
"Sure, couple one table over both did it."
"Huh, didn't notice. Too busy taking pictures and making my mouth happy. And I can't believe they offered us both wine! I mean, talk about a camouflage win! Don't know what to think about her thinking we were on a date though. Sure, you are the best ever but we from Brockton, not Alabama. And I'm not sure if I should be happy she didn't notice I'm too young for you or back to proud for the camouflage working."
Aisha's ramblings were interrupted by a buzzing from her purse. Fishing out her phone, she laughed, then sent a response before continuing. "Hey, bro wanna come back sometime with me and Alec?"
"Oh?"
"Yeah he's a genius and pointed out we could just come back and order the entire dessert menu."
"I'm not sure that will go well with your camouflage."
"Hmmm, you're right." Aisha said pensively. "I'll have to think on this, maybe talk to Lisa."
"I'm surprised you want me to come along, actually."
Aisha shrugged. "Eh, you cool. Plus, car. Alec doesn't have a car, the bus sucks, and cabs in this city are weirdo roulette, ick."
"I was kind of surprised you finished it," Brian observed.
"But it was sooo gooooood," Aisha continued.
"If you're so full why did you get dessert?"
"Because desert! And fire! It was awesome! How could I not eat the fire pie!"
"You know, you could have had them box part of your pasta and then ordered dessert anyway."
"You can do that?"
"Sure, couple one table over both did it."
"Huh, didn't notice. Too busy taking pictures and making my mouth happy. And I can't believe they offered us both wine! I mean, talk about a camouflage win! Don't know what to think about her thinking we were on a date though. Sure, you are the best ever but we from Brockton, not Alabama. And I'm not sure if I should be happy she didn't notice I'm too young for you or back to proud for the camouflage working."
Aisha's ramblings were interrupted by a buzzing from her purse. Fishing out her phone, she laughed, then sent a response before continuing. "Hey, bro wanna come back sometime with me and Alec?"
"Oh?"
"Yeah he's a genius and pointed out we could just come back and order the entire dessert menu."
"I'm not sure that will go well with your camouflage."
"Hmmm, you're right." Aisha said pensively. "I'll have to think on this, maybe talk to Lisa."
"I'm surprised you want me to come along, actually."
Aisha shrugged. "Eh, you cool. Plus, car. Alec doesn't have a car, the bus sucks, and cabs in this city are weirdo roulette, ick."
Old Bones, Part 7
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"Finally, we have a request from the Bureau for some information on the Empire," Phil said.
"They don't normally get involved in that sort of thing," Emily replied, "what do they want? Recent operational patterns?"
"Actually, no, they want stuff from a few years ago, actually going as far back as we can. Specifically about contraband, money flows and the like. Reading between the lines I wonder if they've gotten a lead on one of their pipelines and are trying to trace it back."
"In that case, give them whatever they want. If they want to chase paper trails and money flows, Godspeed. We certainly don't have the resources to do enough of that, as busy as we get with just containment."
Elsewhere
"We can't keep chasing these papers in circles, we've got pretty much all we can."
"I know," the second man said, taking a drag on a vile unfiltered cigarette. The two men were sitting in the back of his shop, after hours.
"We need to get closer, learn his habits, plant a tail," the second man continued.
"That shit ain't our strong suit."
The second man said a name.
"You're joking. There's nuts and then there's that."
"We live in crazy times, and it ain't like you have a better idea."
"Yeah… You're not wrong, but… Fuck!"
Note: Got a couple ideas as to who they might be talking about. Will likely be a shout out to some other series or fic, since OC's are harder to make pop in this format. Haven't made a final decision yet so feel free to make suggestions!
"They don't normally get involved in that sort of thing," Emily replied, "what do they want? Recent operational patterns?"
"Actually, no, they want stuff from a few years ago, actually going as far back as we can. Specifically about contraband, money flows and the like. Reading between the lines I wonder if they've gotten a lead on one of their pipelines and are trying to trace it back."
"In that case, give them whatever they want. If they want to chase paper trails and money flows, Godspeed. We certainly don't have the resources to do enough of that, as busy as we get with just containment."
Elsewhere
"We can't keep chasing these papers in circles, we've got pretty much all we can."
"I know," the second man said, taking a drag on a vile unfiltered cigarette. The two men were sitting in the back of his shop, after hours.
"We need to get closer, learn his habits, plant a tail," the second man continued.
"That shit ain't our strong suit."
The second man said a name.
"You're joking. There's nuts and then there's that."
"We live in crazy times, and it ain't like you have a better idea."
"Yeah… You're not wrong, but… Fuck!"
Note: Got a couple ideas as to who they might be talking about. Will likely be a shout out to some other series or fic, since OC's are harder to make pop in this format. Haven't made a final decision yet so feel free to make suggestions!
Miss Fixit, Part 1
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"So," Lilac said to Dr. Weaver, "now that you have me all dolled up, where are we going?"
At the older woman's insistence, Lisa had put on her best hat and suit, and the two were now waiting in a nondescript office for no discernible reason.
"Seeing a Case 53 whose powers are not presently entirely within her control. I am curious as to whether proximity to my power will calm hers."
Lisa blinked, as Power echoed her surprised confusion. "Does it even work like that?"
The older woman shrugged. "Maybe? Sometimes? Worth a try, at least, before we try more invasive interventions."
Lisa blanched behind her mask. Dr. Weaver was not squeamish, and was not afraid to break eggs, so if she was calling something invasive, Lisa really didn't want to know.
Note: And now for some stuff with less intricate plotting, while I rebuild ye olde buffer.
Also Moonsword did an awesome omake over on the SB thread! Check it out!
At the older woman's insistence, Lisa had put on her best hat and suit, and the two were now waiting in a nondescript office for no discernible reason.
"Seeing a Case 53 whose powers are not presently entirely within her control. I am curious as to whether proximity to my power will calm hers."
Lisa blinked, as Power echoed her surprised confusion. "Does it even work like that?"
The older woman shrugged. "Maybe? Sometimes? Worth a try, at least, before we try more invasive interventions."
Lisa blanched behind her mask. Dr. Weaver was not squeamish, and was not afraid to break eggs, so if she was calling something invasive, Lisa really didn't want to know.
Note: And now for some stuff with less intricate plotting, while I rebuild ye olde buffer.
Also Moonsword did an awesome omake over on the SB thread! Check it out!
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School Daze, Part 6
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Taylor cut off her conversation with Vicky mid-word to whirl around and slam her hand into the adjacent locker. The boy behind her froze, eyes wide.
Taylor loomed menacingly. "Why are you following me?"
The boy stammered incoherently.
Vicky laughed, as whispered something into Taylor's ear.
Taylor sighed, facepalmed, and deflated slightly.
"Look you are sweet and all but I'm really not looking for a relationship right now. It's not you it's me, we can still be friends. Anyway I'm pretty sure that redhead who sits two rows back and one over during our math class has a thing for you so, yeah, more fish in the sea and all that."
The boy meeped and scurried away.
"You keep bitching about what I do to your rep then you pull shit like this?" Amy grumbled from the other side of Vicky. "He looked like he wasn't sure whether to faint or ask you to step on him."
Taylor loomed menacingly. "Why are you following me?"
The boy stammered incoherently.
Vicky laughed, as whispered something into Taylor's ear.
Taylor sighed, facepalmed, and deflated slightly.
"Look you are sweet and all but I'm really not looking for a relationship right now. It's not you it's me, we can still be friends. Anyway I'm pretty sure that redhead who sits two rows back and one over during our math class has a thing for you so, yeah, more fish in the sea and all that."
The boy meeped and scurried away.
"You keep bitching about what I do to your rep then you pull shit like this?" Amy grumbled from the other side of Vicky. "He looked like he wasn't sure whether to faint or ask you to step on him."
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Miss Fixit, Part 2
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Lisa looked around impatiently. "So… I don't see anyone?"
"Sorry," the harried therapist woman, Doctor Yamato or Yamammy or whatever said, out of breath as she came into the door. "Session ran long."
"Door," Dr. Weaver said in response, and one of those really cool and really scary portals appeared.
After an interminable series of security checks which were equal parts insulting, invasive and alarming, the three finally stood outside an armored enclosure.
"Now," Dr. Weaver said, "we will initially talk to her from out here through a window. You will be kind to her, she has been through a lot."
"I'm ready," Lilac said with more confidence than she felt.
Dr. Yamada pushed a button, and a buzzer sounded. "Sveta, dear, is this still a good time?"
Shortly Thereafter
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lisa sent a glare at Dr. Weaver but had more important things right now to worry about. "GSG, it's Fox, I'm going to have words with this lady later but how the hell are you!"
Note: Too many plot threads, what was past!me thinking? Oh well, a problem for future!me.
"Sorry," the harried therapist woman, Doctor Yamato or Yamammy or whatever said, out of breath as she came into the door. "Session ran long."
"Door," Dr. Weaver said in response, and one of those really cool and really scary portals appeared.
After an interminable series of security checks which were equal parts insulting, invasive and alarming, the three finally stood outside an armored enclosure.
"Now," Dr. Weaver said, "we will initially talk to her from out here through a window. You will be kind to her, she has been through a lot."
"I'm ready," Lilac said with more confidence than she felt.
Dr. Yamada pushed a button, and a buzzer sounded. "Sveta, dear, is this still a good time?"
Shortly Thereafter
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lisa sent a glare at Dr. Weaver but had more important things right now to worry about. "GSG, it's Fox, I'm going to have words with this lady later but how the hell are you!"
Note: Too many plot threads, what was past!me thinking? Oh well, a problem for future!me.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
That's what limo hire is for.
Old Bones, Part 8
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"You talk awful big for a punk with no hair," the old man said, from the other end of the bar. He was wearing a worn olive jacket, and faded tattoos were visible on his neck.
The skinhead bristled. He'd done his rounds in the fighting pits, he wasn't gonna take shit from this old fart. Tightening his grip on the pool cue, he lunged forward.
Later
"OK, chucklefucks," Hookwolf said, walking into the room of injured skinheads, wearing casual clothes and a mask. "What did we learn?"
"New cape in town," the most heavily injured man said through broken teeth.
"Nope, don't get baited by guys with spec ops tats, especially the old ones. They fight dirtier than you. Only things y'all got right was no blades and no guns. Should let you heal the old fashioned way, but we need all hands on deck for Lung and shit so Othala will be here in a bit. You will," he glared at each man in turn, "be properly grateful for wasting her time. Until then, I'm gonna give you a lesson on tats your pappies shoulda given you."
Elsewhere
"Christ," the old man griped, flexing his sore wrist. "Fucker hit like a truck, glad I wore the vest."
"Think they noticed the tracker?"
"Too soon to say."
Note:
Brad: Finally! A nice simple fight!
The skinhead bristled. He'd done his rounds in the fighting pits, he wasn't gonna take shit from this old fart. Tightening his grip on the pool cue, he lunged forward.
Later
"OK, chucklefucks," Hookwolf said, walking into the room of injured skinheads, wearing casual clothes and a mask. "What did we learn?"
"New cape in town," the most heavily injured man said through broken teeth.
"Nope, don't get baited by guys with spec ops tats, especially the old ones. They fight dirtier than you. Only things y'all got right was no blades and no guns. Should let you heal the old fashioned way, but we need all hands on deck for Lung and shit so Othala will be here in a bit. You will," he glared at each man in turn, "be properly grateful for wasting her time. Until then, I'm gonna give you a lesson on tats your pappies shoulda given you."
Elsewhere
"Christ," the old man griped, flexing his sore wrist. "Fucker hit like a truck, glad I wore the vest."
"Think they noticed the tracker?"
"Too soon to say."
Note:
Brad: Finally! A nice simple fight!
The Meat Market, Part 5 | Paternal Interest, Part 1
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"Hey, Ames!" Vicky said.
Amy looked up from her she was using her power to compare 'Mina to an anatomy diagram.
"Thought you might be interested in this talk thing," Vicky thrust a flier at her sister. "It's on The Fairy Queen, sorry, Valkyrie, declaring sovereignty and stuff."
"Actually, sure," Amy said with a shrug, "was going to go out and see the new puppies but that got delayed until tomorrow."
Elsewhere
"Ready to go?" Aisha asked.
"Oh," Brian said, looking up from his GED packet. "I thought we still had some time?"
"Change of plans, we giving Taylor a ride!"
"Not Lisa or Alec?"
Aisha shook her head. "Lisa has a thing and Alec ain't putting on pants for this."
Later
From his spot at the back of the lecture hall, Marquis watched people file in for the talk. Outwardly, he made sure to project the image of a well-dressed member of the community, worn beyond his years, with a firm interest in the speaker. Long practice, however, allowed him to focus his attention on the real reason for his attendance—his daughter.
Note: The real question is how well Marquis's 'low profile' skills stack up against young!Taylor's omniscience-in-training.
Also, there have been more fun omakes over on the SB thread—check them out!
Amy looked up from her she was using her power to compare 'Mina to an anatomy diagram.
"Thought you might be interested in this talk thing," Vicky thrust a flier at her sister. "It's on The Fairy Queen, sorry, Valkyrie, declaring sovereignty and stuff."
"Actually, sure," Amy said with a shrug, "was going to go out and see the new puppies but that got delayed until tomorrow."
Elsewhere
"Ready to go?" Aisha asked.
"Oh," Brian said, looking up from his GED packet. "I thought we still had some time?"
"Change of plans, we giving Taylor a ride!"
"Not Lisa or Alec?"
Aisha shook her head. "Lisa has a thing and Alec ain't putting on pants for this."
Later
From his spot at the back of the lecture hall, Marquis watched people file in for the talk. Outwardly, he made sure to project the image of a well-dressed member of the community, worn beyond his years, with a firm interest in the speaker. Long practice, however, allowed him to focus his attention on the real reason for his attendance—his daughter.
Note: The real question is how well Marquis's 'low profile' skills stack up against young!Taylor's omniscience-in-training.
Also, there have been more fun omakes over on the SB thread—check them out!
FaerieKnight79
Verified Pixie
- Location
- The Internet
Oh, look, a fool. I guess in this case the saying goes "A fool and his cred are soon parted."
The Right Questions, Part 2
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Previously
"Come in," Dr. Weaver said, without looking up. "Have a bagel."
The bagel was delicious, and Lisa hated it.
"Why didn't you tell me we were going to see GSG?" Lisa asked.
"So she would see your reaction, and to provide parity of information. It could even be seen as a secret identity thing, as GSG is as close to a civilian persona as Sveta has at the moment."
Lisa sighed. Dr. Weaver wasn't incorrect, but it all still rubbed her the wrong way somehow.
"So, now that we have conquered the bagel, we will move on to your next question. Specifically, what questions might you ask to find a good, safe, discreet emergency veterinarian?"
Lisa rolled her eyes. "On Bet, I assume, and within easy driving distance?"
"Let's shake things up, and say Bet or anywhere in Valkyrie's demesne, and say you can use the portals."
She is legitimately interested in the answer to this question.
Lisa sighed. As tedious as these exercises were, they were helping with Power, and he had noticed.
Note: Honestly the real reason Lisa isn't at the college talk is because I realized I needed to progress this plot line in order to get to {spoilers}, and I didn't want to be running two separate Lisa things in parallel.
"Come in," Dr. Weaver said, without looking up. "Have a bagel."
The bagel was delicious, and Lisa hated it.
"Why didn't you tell me we were going to see GSG?" Lisa asked.
"So she would see your reaction, and to provide parity of information. It could even be seen as a secret identity thing, as GSG is as close to a civilian persona as Sveta has at the moment."
Lisa sighed. Dr. Weaver wasn't incorrect, but it all still rubbed her the wrong way somehow.
"So, now that we have conquered the bagel, we will move on to your next question. Specifically, what questions might you ask to find a good, safe, discreet emergency veterinarian?"
Lisa rolled her eyes. "On Bet, I assume, and within easy driving distance?"
"Let's shake things up, and say Bet or anywhere in Valkyrie's demesne, and say you can use the portals."
She is legitimately interested in the answer to this question.
Lisa sighed. As tedious as these exercises were, they were helping with Power, and he had noticed.
Note: Honestly the real reason Lisa isn't at the college talk is because I realized I needed to progress this plot line in order to get to {spoilers}, and I didn't want to be running two separate Lisa things in parallel.
The Gears of Bureaucracy, Part 5
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James Tagg refused to allow himself to visibly react as his final appointment of the day arrived in his office via portal. He directed the former Secretary to take a seat. A glass of scotch was already poured.
After the usual pleasantries, his guest leaned forward. "An informal heads up, my principal is near to formally establishing relations with the first tranche of Bet nations. We'll be telling State soon. We'd like them to be on the list, but someone has been dragging their feet."
James sighed. "Do I need to have a word with someone?"
"Can't hurt, I'll be speaking to a few people as well."
James jotted down a note, pen on paper. He didn't trust computers for this.
"She has begun quietly extending invitations to immigrate to certain persons from Bet. I expect you'll be happy to see them go."
"Who?"
"Accord, almost certainly, with at least some of his staff. There have already been a few persons who might resemble individuals formerly incarcerated in the Baumann facility, along with family, dependents and such. If any do come back to Bet she will see to their good behavior. All sufficiently discreet."
"Christ, any chance of a list?"
"I'll inquire," the man said, making a note of his own.
"With the dangling offer and threat of that arrangement you've been negotiating to make portal services available," James added wryly.
The other man laughed. "Nothing so gauche as a quid pro quo. We do, after all, greatly value our relationship with the United States and its allies, and such an arrangement would be a practical necessity for the joint research projects under discussion."
Note: Cue screaming from the national security folks.
After the usual pleasantries, his guest leaned forward. "An informal heads up, my principal is near to formally establishing relations with the first tranche of Bet nations. We'll be telling State soon. We'd like them to be on the list, but someone has been dragging their feet."
James sighed. "Do I need to have a word with someone?"
"Can't hurt, I'll be speaking to a few people as well."
James jotted down a note, pen on paper. He didn't trust computers for this.
"She has begun quietly extending invitations to immigrate to certain persons from Bet. I expect you'll be happy to see them go."
"Who?"
"Accord, almost certainly, with at least some of his staff. There have already been a few persons who might resemble individuals formerly incarcerated in the Baumann facility, along with family, dependents and such. If any do come back to Bet she will see to their good behavior. All sufficiently discreet."
"Christ, any chance of a list?"
"I'll inquire," the man said, making a note of his own.
"With the dangling offer and threat of that arrangement you've been negotiating to make portal services available," James added wryly.
The other man laughed. "Nothing so gauche as a quid pro quo. We do, after all, greatly value our relationship with the United States and its allies, and such an arrangement would be a practical necessity for the joint research projects under discussion."
Note: Cue screaming from the national security folks.
The Meat Market, Part 6
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Aisha looked around, carefully keeping her disappointment from her face. That girl from last time, whatshername, that Bro had got on good with, she hadn't even come! And now Bro was talking to Vicky's cousin which, sure, she was a hot college girl, but Vicky had already said that her cousin wasn't interested in 'jailbait'!
At least Taylor had come, so it wasn't a complete disaster, she just had to… spotting Taylor, she sighed.
She found Vicky by the snacks. "What are they doing!?" Aisha whispered.
"Hmmm?" Vicky said, looking around.
"Them!" Aisha flicked her eyes toward where the speaker was talking with Amy and Taylor.
"Oh, I didn't realize the speaker had come out, thanks!" Vicky replied, heading over to join the discussion.
Aisha resisted the urge to growl, and instead took out her frustration on a breadstick.
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A: {Chews angrily} Fuckin rich people food ruined me for normal stuff.
At least Taylor had come, so it wasn't a complete disaster, she just had to… spotting Taylor, she sighed.
She found Vicky by the snacks. "What are they doing!?" Aisha whispered.
"Hmmm?" Vicky said, looking around.
"Them!" Aisha flicked her eyes toward where the speaker was talking with Amy and Taylor.
"Oh, I didn't realize the speaker had come out, thanks!" Vicky replied, heading over to join the discussion.
Aisha resisted the urge to growl, and instead took out her frustration on a breadstick.
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A: {Chews angrily} Fuckin rich people food ruined me for normal stuff.
The Meat Market, Part 7
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Finally, after some chivvying, Aisha had got her brother to talk to some of the girls 'about their PRT stuff' and even, in a few cases, self-defense things. Taylor had come to the rescue there since she had on-hand business cards for Aisha's dad's gym, which was a thing Aisha didn't even know was a thing. Who used business cards these days, anyway?
Although, Aisha would have to get some now. Maybe, even if she met someone she couldn't immediately convince of Bro's awesomeness, she could get a consolation prize of them coming to the gym, where Bro's spectacular bro-ness could shine through, with the assistance of his gym clothes?
Still, as they walked back to the car, Aisha couldn't help but feel that the event had been at best, only partially successful. At least Taylor talked to Brian some. Girl needed more friends, and if any chemistry sparked between them, bonus!
"Thanks for suggesting this," Taylor said
as they got back in the car. "That was really interesting, and we had a great chat with the speaker after. Turns out she did a paper with my Mom once on modern literary trends and the influence of parahumanity. Knew some fun stories…"
Goddamnit, Aisha thought, now I can't even be mad.
Note: There are ways I could do more with the speaker, but we already have issues with too many plot threads so it is not likely.
Although, Aisha would have to get some now. Maybe, even if she met someone she couldn't immediately convince of Bro's awesomeness, she could get a consolation prize of them coming to the gym, where Bro's spectacular bro-ness could shine through, with the assistance of his gym clothes?
Still, as they walked back to the car, Aisha couldn't help but feel that the event had been at best, only partially successful. At least Taylor talked to Brian some. Girl needed more friends, and if any chemistry sparked between them, bonus!
"Thanks for suggesting this," Taylor said
as they got back in the car. "That was really interesting, and we had a great chat with the speaker after. Turns out she did a paper with my Mom once on modern literary trends and the influence of parahumanity. Knew some fun stories…"
Goddamnit, Aisha thought, now I can't even be mad.
Note: There are ways I could do more with the speaker, but we already have issues with too many plot threads so it is not likely.
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Old Bones, Part 9
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"There's an uptick in hospitalizations due to contaminated drugs, associated with the Empire's dealers."
Emily raised a hand. "Please ensure Maxwell knows, and inform him that we take this sort of civilian health issue very seriously."
Phil blinked. "Are you suggesting—"
"I'm not suggesting anything and neither are you," Emily said firmly. "I am struck, however, by a memory of fellow service members, deep in their cups, musing that deliberate contamination of illicit drug supplies might be a viable 'solution' to that particular problem."
Phil blanched.
"It might be nothing, and to be clear we have no evidence as to how this is happening" Emily ground out. "Fear-mongering, after all, serves no one. Still, we will make sure everyone knows our position, no matter whose side they think they might think they are on."
Note: I wish I was joking about some people thinking this is a good idea.
Emily raised a hand. "Please ensure Maxwell knows, and inform him that we take this sort of civilian health issue very seriously."
Phil blinked. "Are you suggesting—"
"I'm not suggesting anything and neither are you," Emily said firmly. "I am struck, however, by a memory of fellow service members, deep in their cups, musing that deliberate contamination of illicit drug supplies might be a viable 'solution' to that particular problem."
Phil blanched.
"It might be nothing, and to be clear we have no evidence as to how this is happening" Emily ground out. "Fear-mongering, after all, serves no one. Still, we will make sure everyone knows our position, no matter whose side they think they might think they are on."
Note: I wish I was joking about some people thinking this is a good idea.
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The Meat Market, Part 8
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"OK," Crystal said, "yes, your jailbait boy actually is quite mature and polite and well-behaved and now that I said that out loud I realize how bad it sounds."
The girls were riding back to the Dallon household in Amy's armored escort SUV not!tank thing, all the New Wave fliers having gotten much more wary about carrying passengers due to some statistics Vicky had shared at high volume.
"It's OK," Vicky said magnanimously. "I expect he would agree that most high school boys are basically feral wild animals."
Amy snorted.
"Too many college ones too," Crystal added with a wry grin.
"So does that mean you are interested?" Vicky said excitedly.
"First, I am quite capable of managing my own love life," Crystal replied testily. "Second, there is still the problem of paparazzi harassing me and anyone I date. Third, the same but Nazis."
Vicky perked up further, somehow. "So you're saying if we solve the Nazi problem, then you'd be interested?"
"I think you're missing the equally large problem of putting Aisha and paparazzi in close proximity," Amy said.
"When you say it like that," Crystal teased, "you make it sound like you're not sure who would come out worse."
"I know," said Amy smugly. "That was intentional. I don't know, and don't want to find out."
Note: We must fight the Nazis, for the glory of my shipping chart!
The girls were riding back to the Dallon household in Amy's armored escort SUV not!tank thing, all the New Wave fliers having gotten much more wary about carrying passengers due to some statistics Vicky had shared at high volume.
"It's OK," Vicky said magnanimously. "I expect he would agree that most high school boys are basically feral wild animals."
Amy snorted.
"Too many college ones too," Crystal added with a wry grin.
"So does that mean you are interested?" Vicky said excitedly.
"First, I am quite capable of managing my own love life," Crystal replied testily. "Second, there is still the problem of paparazzi harassing me and anyone I date. Third, the same but Nazis."
Vicky perked up further, somehow. "So you're saying if we solve the Nazi problem, then you'd be interested?"
"I think you're missing the equally large problem of putting Aisha and paparazzi in close proximity," Amy said.
"When you say it like that," Crystal teased, "you make it sound like you're not sure who would come out worse."
"I know," said Amy smugly. "That was intentional. I don't know, and don't want to find out."
Note: We must fight the Nazis, for the glory of my shipping chart!
Part of what makes Piggot's job so "fun" is the combination of limited knowledge and limited control. She knows the effort it would take to actually stop the vigilantes is all out of proportion to the benefit, but she also doesn't trust them to not accidentally something if left to their own devices.
She also knows that the vigilantes Maxwell is aware of might not be the only ones, and for all that "Nazi-sympathizer police" are a pain-in-the-ass, "out-for-vengeance" cops bring problems of their own.
Oh, and she really doesn't know who is responsible for the drug thing. It might be Coil. Or Lung, he's been acting weird for a while now. Or someone from out-of-town. It could even be the Empire having a quality control issue as they scramble to reshuffle distribution channels after all their setbacks, which were already in flux anyway after the Merchants faded away.
Being Piggot is suffering.
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Or it could even be a rogue Dr Weaver doing things in the background. Piggot just doesn't know.
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It's probably not a rogue Dr Weaver, since nothing has exploded... yet.
EDIT:
It's probably not a rogue Dr Weaver, since nothing has exploded... yet.
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Things don't always explode as a consequence of one of Dr. Weaver's plans. Sometimes they implode. Or disintegrate. Or even just burn down. (She still doesn't understand how the one fountain of spaghetti and red sauce happened, though.)