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skygiantsMy wanderings around the northeastern US are finally concluded! I have much to catch up on, including many book reviews (but not my flist, which I think I caught up on in I think its entirety last night, HAH!) but first things first: drabbles I promised people, some from ages ago and some from less-ages ago, that got written on my trip!
Sokka/Toph:
“So what’s the big deal with the moon?”
"What?" Sokka nearly fell off the cliff he’d been sitting on, and then inched himself back, with great decorum.
“The moon. You're not a waterbender,” said Toph. “It doesn’t give you any power or anything. Why do you always sit around staring when it's a full moon?”
“There’s no big deal with the moon,” Sokka said. He looked back up into the sky. “Go back to sleep.”
“Fine.” Toph turned away, scowling. “Don't tell me. I was just bored anyways.” She started to stomp away down the hill, towards their camp. Pebbles jumped as she passed, sparks made of rock.
Sokka turned his head to watch her go, and then said, suddenly, “Hey.”
“What?”
“Okay,” Sokka said, “there is a big deal with the moon –”
“I knew that,” said Toph. She hadn’t turned around, but he knew how she was standing, stocky arms crossed over her ribs. “I can tell when you’re lying, remember?”
“- and I can’t tell you about it,” Sokka finished. “But I promise I will someday. I really will. Okay?”
Toph’s shoulders moved, in the slightest jerk of a shrug. She stood there for a moment, and then said, “Whatever,” and started to move the rest of the way down the hill.
Wacky Future Milliways Flying Ship Hijinks:
“Wellard!”
Mary’s shout echoed through the ship. Wellard resisted the urge to rub his forehead – the headache would come regardless – and, instead, hastened towards the dining room where she was working on accounts, Finn following close behind.
“We have been out of oranges for a week,” Mary said as soon as they appeared in the door, hands firmly on her hips. “Do you wish us to all die horribly of scurvy? I have always heard that it was very unpleasant, but I suppose it is possible that I have been misinformed.”
Not for the first time, Wellard wondered at the wisdom of whoever had taught Mary the use of sarcasm. “You know we can’t land to buy anything until we’ve crossed the border,” he reminded her. “They know what the ship looks like, so unless you want Duo to be arrested –”
“Which would not even have been a danger if he’d only worn a hat –”
“Hey!” Duo’s voice came from the galley, where he was working on their dinner. “No one bothered to mention it was against the law to have hair longer than the Empress’s, all right?”
“Clearly,” Mary said, with great dignity, “there has been a failure of communication everywhere. But we still must have oranges. Or die.”
Wellard felt that Mary was enjoying the melodrama perhaps a little too much, but wisely chose not to say so. “We’re not going to die after a few days without vegetables. We should reach the border in a day or two if we get a good wind.”
“And if we don’t?” said Mary.
“Keep talking, Mary,” said Duo, popping his head out of the kitchen again, “and we shouldn’t have much of a problem.” He grinned to show it was a joke. Mary scowled back, but didn’t snap; Duo could get away with that sort of thing with her the way very few other people could.
“If it’s really going to be a problem right away –” Finn spoke up quietly. Everyone else had nearly forgotten he was there; now three heads swiveled in his direction. “You could lower me down on a rope in a field near a town, and I could –”
“Ah – well,” said Wellard, and “Maaaaybe not the best plan,” said Duo, and “We can’t send you!” said Mary. “Don’t you remember what happened the last time?”
Finn ducked his head, turning bright red. They all remembered very well what had happened the last time.
It was a mystery to them all – or at least a mystery to Mary, from the number of times she had loudly proclaimed it so – but there was apparently something about Finn’s profile that the local girls found astoundingly attractive, especially since most of the boys of marriageable age had gone off to join the army. They’d almost been late rescuing Duo from prison due to having to grab the stunned Finn straight off the altar.
Then, of course, when they did rescue Duo Finn had nearly massacred half the jail before Wellard calmed him down, but this was par for the course and they all politely didn’t mention it after.
“But if we need the oranges,” Finn said.
“Someone else can go,” said Mary. “I have been doing the figures. We do not have nearly enough stores to feed everyone if Finn brings back a harem this time. We have hardly enough stores for us. It is not only oranges, though I have told you what will happen if there are no oranges soon –”
“Death?” said Wellard, unable to resist.
“Indeed, death!” said Mary vehemently, and Wellard tried to compose his face.
Fortunately, Duo spoke up and distracted Mary’s attention before she could start glaring at him. “Wellard can’t go. Someone has to drive the boat. I could maybe go in disguise –”
Wellard shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. As Captain, I say no.” This statement was greeted with groans from Duo and Mary; Wellard thought gloomily that he really did have the most disobedient crew in history.
Mary stood a little straighter. “Well, then, I shall have to go.”
Duo and Wellard exchanged looks. Mary, now sixteen, was proficient with her knife but all too fond of announcing the wrong thing at the wrong time in a way that practically forced her to use it. Besides, half-grown-up or not, she was still Mary, and when they’d agreed to let her come they’d privately promised each other that they weren’t letting her go into any more danger than they could help.
(It had at first been planned out as a very calm trip.)
“You know, kiddo, I think maybe Finn can go after all,” Duo said. “I remembered I’ve got these really hideous duds packed that will guaranteed turn off any husband-hunters –”
Finn looked vaguely alarmed, at this, while Mary rolled her eyes.
“It is a stupid thing to risk. There is no reason I ought not to go. I can climb the rope as well as he – and I know what money we have, and I speak the language as well as any of you, too.”
There was a long pause, as Wellard tried to think of a good counterargument before he had what seemed, at the moment he thought it, a brilliant idea.
“Mary, Finn, why don’t you go together? Mary, if you pretend to be Finn’s wife – he can’t come back married then. And that way there’s no danger of someone getting trapped down there alone.”
Duo, Finn and Mary all opened their mouths to speak, but, perhaps unfortunately, Mary got in first and loudest.
“All right. That ought to work,” she said, in a tone of pure reasonableness. "I shall go get ready."
Finn looked doubtfully at Wellard, but said, "I will too."
Which left Wellard to stare at Duo, in rising panic, and think about all the ways this brilliant idea was undoubtedly going to go wrong.
Postcanon Companyverse, Joseph and Juan Bautista:
It was his bird that noticed me first. “Dad,” it squawked, fluttering into the air, “there’s someone here!”
The kid’s got an immortal’s senses, and he really should have known I was there from the second I set foot on the stairs going down, but I guess when he’s down here he’s got other things on his mind. Once the bird called him out of memory lane, though, he immediately got twitchy as hell.
“Hello?” he said, cautiously.
“Gosh, is that Juan Bautista? Fancy seeing you here. Oh, I know – you’ve got to be visiting old Einar, right?” I said, and took a few steps forward into the light. They’ve always got the lights on bright down here. It’s the reservoir of heroes, after all.
Now, if you saw me, you’d know I’m not exactly a threatening guy. Short, stocky, twinkly little black eyes – I look like everyone’s best buddy, right? I’ve even shaved off the goatee. All the same, if anything, Juan Bautista tensed up more when he saw who it was.
I was pretty sure he hadn’t remembered that I was the one who’d recruited him. If things went my way, he wasn’t going to, but then, when have things ever gone my way?
“Yeah,” he said, after a moment. “Why?”
“I knew Einar.” I shrugged, and did my best to sound like any other reminiscent old fogey. “We were stationed together way back when, on Eurobase One. We watched movies together a few times.” This was all true; there weren’t that many Hollywood film buffs among the old Enforcers. Romance bored them, and war flicks just made them feel like they should be killing someone, although I could swear I heard Ron quoting 300 before a battle once. Anyways, film festivals were kind of a guilty pleasure among the younger recruits like me and Einar. “I never got what he saw in those old silent weepies, though,” I said absently.
“You’re visiting him too?”
Einar was in the section closest to the entrance. It was pretty crowded then – this was in the first few days after the Silence fell, and there were still a bunch of Preservers on ice while Suleyman and his crew tried to figure out the most polite and tactful way to get them out of the vats and catch them up on the fact that hundreds of years had gone by, the Silence was past, the Company had betrayed them, and, oh, by the way, we were now under the benevolent dictatorship of my omnipotent triplicate sons-in-law. I didn’t envy Suleyman the job.
“Yeah,” I lied. “Him and others.” I didn’t glance over towards the end vat where bits of Victor were gradually fusing together into something resembling a whole. “When you get to be my age, kid, you lose track of a lot of people.”
Juan Bautista nodded. He didn’t relax, but his gaze turned back towards Einar. I wondered if Mendoza had thought to come visit the big guy. Probably not.
The raven was getting bored. It flapped its wings once or twice, and then said, “Polly want a cracker?” in the voice of Iago from Aladdin.
“Shhhhh,” said Juan Bautista, and reached up a hand to stroke its feathers down. “All right.” He shot me a look, not precisely apologetic. “She doesn’t like it down here.”
“I don’t blame her,” I said. It gave me the creeps and I wasn’t the one used to flying.
“We should probably go,” said Juan Bautista, sounding uncomfortable. The bird perked up as soon as he said it. I didn’t blame her for that either. “It was nice to see you, Mr. Joseph,” he added politely – I could tell he was a kid who made a habit of being polite – and then made his escape.
I stayed for another moment, and then started meandering down the hallway, not looking at faces. I really didn’t want to look at all the faces. To tell the truth, most of the people I knew who’d disappeared I’d done my best to forget I ever knew; looking would just depress me more than I wanted to be depressed.
As you might have guessed, I hadn’t actually come here to look at the sleepers.
There’s this new job I’ve got, see, kindly arranged for me by His Nicholas-ship. I’m helping delinquent kids work out their issues. Issues with school, with siblings, and, of course, with parents. Father-related chips on their shoulders the size of Budu, some of these kids have. My daughter – the only daughter I ever treated like a daughter, anyways – would be the first to tell you that I’m a liar and a hypocrite and an all-around slimy little guy, and maybe she’s right. But even I’m not sleazy enough to take a job like that without trying to set my own house in order, just a little.
I’ve got textbooks on all this stuff downloaded into my brain now. You’d be surprised just how little help they are.
Mary and Girl!Kim:
“You are awfully lucky that you do not have large breasts,” Mary says, once she’s over the initial shock enough to converse normally again. “You must have been very grateful when they did not grow much. But perhaps it is only because you do not eat.”
“Mary!” hisses Kim, scarlet-faced. “Shut your trap, someone’ll hear!”
The two girls are standing in the ladies’ bathroom. Normally, Kim uses the men’s room; normally, if she is required by what you might call circumstances to use the ladies’ room, she makes certain that the door is locked throughout the whole procedure. But sometimes Kim gets sloppy, and sometimes Mary forgets to knock before pushing open the door, and somehow secrets slip out.
“Do not worry,” Mary says now, though she does make the concession of lowering her voice somewhat. “I shall not tell. I know about secrets. And I suppose it is safer to be a boy.” She means this to be soothing, although it comes out slightly contemptuous. Mary would scorn safety through deception, she feels. (Although the comparative size of Kim’s chest and her own is making her wonder whether she could pull off such a ruse if she wanted. She thinks her sharp face might help. Girls often have plumper and prettier faces than either Mary or Kim does. And it would perhaps be funny to see if she could fool her friends – at least, it is the kind of joke other people would think funny if they managed it, and therefore if she could fool them she would feel rather a success. It is something to consider.)
“You ain’t gonna tell,” Kim agrees, while Mary is thinking through this, “because if you do I’ll slit you gizzard to gullet.”
“As if you could,” Mary says, tossing her head back. This sort of exchange of pleasantries is as normal for them as saying hello by this point, although the stakes are not usually this high. “I told you, you need not worry. You may go on pretending to be a boy for as long as you wish – you can be a boy forever if you like. Though I do not know what you shall do about your voice when you look older.”
“Nothin’ wrong with my voice!” Kim says this in a growl, thereby preventing her voice from coming out embarrassingly high. “Now can we please get out of the mort’s privy afore someone else walks in?”
Mary rolls her eyes. “Just as you like. I have to get home anyways, Colin wants me to read something he has written about Experiments. I shall think about what is to do about your voice,” she adds, kindly, and exits the privy in a swirl of dignified Edwardian skirt.
With great restraint, Kim stops herself from banging her head on the door before following.
Milliways, Indy and Sokka:
The amulet was rumored to be in Paris, and it would probably have been smart to ask Meg for help – she had expertise in the area, after all – but quite honestly, Indiana Jones had no inclination to spend a day shopping before they got on with the actual business of removing priceless artifacts from Nazi possession. Instead, after some careful consideration, he’d decided to extend an invitation a young man with a sound head on his shoulders and large stores of ingenuity, who enjoyed the pursuit of knowledge, who was cunning when it came to disguises (no one could pull off a better false beard), and was, by the by, extremely proficient with a boomerang. Yes, Indy had thought smugly to himself, Sokka had the makings of a very good sidekick indeed. As for Steph’s concern that Sokka’s way with the ladies might cramp Indy’s own style, he had dismissed that without a second thought.
All right, maybe he had spared it a second thought, but a third thought, most definitely not.
However, all this self-congratulation on the wisdom of his choice of a sidekick had occurred before they’d happened to cross the Champs-Elysees.
Indy knew Sokka was fast, but he’d never known the true extent of his speed until he saw his sidekick, carefully chosen for his skill sets and male bonding potential, react to the display of elegant leather man-purses in the window of the very high-class shop across the street.
Sokka/Toph:
“So what’s the big deal with the moon?”
"What?" Sokka nearly fell off the cliff he’d been sitting on, and then inched himself back, with great decorum.
“The moon. You're not a waterbender,” said Toph. “It doesn’t give you any power or anything. Why do you always sit around staring when it's a full moon?”
“There’s no big deal with the moon,” Sokka said. He looked back up into the sky. “Go back to sleep.”
“Fine.” Toph turned away, scowling. “Don't tell me. I was just bored anyways.” She started to stomp away down the hill, towards their camp. Pebbles jumped as she passed, sparks made of rock.
Sokka turned his head to watch her go, and then said, suddenly, “Hey.”
“What?”
“Okay,” Sokka said, “there is a big deal with the moon –”
“I knew that,” said Toph. She hadn’t turned around, but he knew how she was standing, stocky arms crossed over her ribs. “I can tell when you’re lying, remember?”
“- and I can’t tell you about it,” Sokka finished. “But I promise I will someday. I really will. Okay?”
Toph’s shoulders moved, in the slightest jerk of a shrug. She stood there for a moment, and then said, “Whatever,” and started to move the rest of the way down the hill.
Wacky Future Milliways Flying Ship Hijinks:
“Wellard!”
Mary’s shout echoed through the ship. Wellard resisted the urge to rub his forehead – the headache would come regardless – and, instead, hastened towards the dining room where she was working on accounts, Finn following close behind.
“We have been out of oranges for a week,” Mary said as soon as they appeared in the door, hands firmly on her hips. “Do you wish us to all die horribly of scurvy? I have always heard that it was very unpleasant, but I suppose it is possible that I have been misinformed.”
Not for the first time, Wellard wondered at the wisdom of whoever had taught Mary the use of sarcasm. “You know we can’t land to buy anything until we’ve crossed the border,” he reminded her. “They know what the ship looks like, so unless you want Duo to be arrested –”
“Which would not even have been a danger if he’d only worn a hat –”
“Hey!” Duo’s voice came from the galley, where he was working on their dinner. “No one bothered to mention it was against the law to have hair longer than the Empress’s, all right?”
“Clearly,” Mary said, with great dignity, “there has been a failure of communication everywhere. But we still must have oranges. Or die.”
Wellard felt that Mary was enjoying the melodrama perhaps a little too much, but wisely chose not to say so. “We’re not going to die after a few days without vegetables. We should reach the border in a day or two if we get a good wind.”
“And if we don’t?” said Mary.
“Keep talking, Mary,” said Duo, popping his head out of the kitchen again, “and we shouldn’t have much of a problem.” He grinned to show it was a joke. Mary scowled back, but didn’t snap; Duo could get away with that sort of thing with her the way very few other people could.
“If it’s really going to be a problem right away –” Finn spoke up quietly. Everyone else had nearly forgotten he was there; now three heads swiveled in his direction. “You could lower me down on a rope in a field near a town, and I could –”
“Ah – well,” said Wellard, and “Maaaaybe not the best plan,” said Duo, and “We can’t send you!” said Mary. “Don’t you remember what happened the last time?”
Finn ducked his head, turning bright red. They all remembered very well what had happened the last time.
It was a mystery to them all – or at least a mystery to Mary, from the number of times she had loudly proclaimed it so – but there was apparently something about Finn’s profile that the local girls found astoundingly attractive, especially since most of the boys of marriageable age had gone off to join the army. They’d almost been late rescuing Duo from prison due to having to grab the stunned Finn straight off the altar.
Then, of course, when they did rescue Duo Finn had nearly massacred half the jail before Wellard calmed him down, but this was par for the course and they all politely didn’t mention it after.
“But if we need the oranges,” Finn said.
“Someone else can go,” said Mary. “I have been doing the figures. We do not have nearly enough stores to feed everyone if Finn brings back a harem this time. We have hardly enough stores for us. It is not only oranges, though I have told you what will happen if there are no oranges soon –”
“Death?” said Wellard, unable to resist.
“Indeed, death!” said Mary vehemently, and Wellard tried to compose his face.
Fortunately, Duo spoke up and distracted Mary’s attention before she could start glaring at him. “Wellard can’t go. Someone has to drive the boat. I could maybe go in disguise –”
Wellard shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. As Captain, I say no.” This statement was greeted with groans from Duo and Mary; Wellard thought gloomily that he really did have the most disobedient crew in history.
Mary stood a little straighter. “Well, then, I shall have to go.”
Duo and Wellard exchanged looks. Mary, now sixteen, was proficient with her knife but all too fond of announcing the wrong thing at the wrong time in a way that practically forced her to use it. Besides, half-grown-up or not, she was still Mary, and when they’d agreed to let her come they’d privately promised each other that they weren’t letting her go into any more danger than they could help.
(It had at first been planned out as a very calm trip.)
“You know, kiddo, I think maybe Finn can go after all,” Duo said. “I remembered I’ve got these really hideous duds packed that will guaranteed turn off any husband-hunters –”
Finn looked vaguely alarmed, at this, while Mary rolled her eyes.
“It is a stupid thing to risk. There is no reason I ought not to go. I can climb the rope as well as he – and I know what money we have, and I speak the language as well as any of you, too.”
There was a long pause, as Wellard tried to think of a good counterargument before he had what seemed, at the moment he thought it, a brilliant idea.
“Mary, Finn, why don’t you go together? Mary, if you pretend to be Finn’s wife – he can’t come back married then. And that way there’s no danger of someone getting trapped down there alone.”
Duo, Finn and Mary all opened their mouths to speak, but, perhaps unfortunately, Mary got in first and loudest.
“All right. That ought to work,” she said, in a tone of pure reasonableness. "I shall go get ready."
Finn looked doubtfully at Wellard, but said, "I will too."
Which left Wellard to stare at Duo, in rising panic, and think about all the ways this brilliant idea was undoubtedly going to go wrong.
Postcanon Companyverse, Joseph and Juan Bautista:
It was his bird that noticed me first. “Dad,” it squawked, fluttering into the air, “there’s someone here!”
The kid’s got an immortal’s senses, and he really should have known I was there from the second I set foot on the stairs going down, but I guess when he’s down here he’s got other things on his mind. Once the bird called him out of memory lane, though, he immediately got twitchy as hell.
“Hello?” he said, cautiously.
“Gosh, is that Juan Bautista? Fancy seeing you here. Oh, I know – you’ve got to be visiting old Einar, right?” I said, and took a few steps forward into the light. They’ve always got the lights on bright down here. It’s the reservoir of heroes, after all.
Now, if you saw me, you’d know I’m not exactly a threatening guy. Short, stocky, twinkly little black eyes – I look like everyone’s best buddy, right? I’ve even shaved off the goatee. All the same, if anything, Juan Bautista tensed up more when he saw who it was.
I was pretty sure he hadn’t remembered that I was the one who’d recruited him. If things went my way, he wasn’t going to, but then, when have things ever gone my way?
“Yeah,” he said, after a moment. “Why?”
“I knew Einar.” I shrugged, and did my best to sound like any other reminiscent old fogey. “We were stationed together way back when, on Eurobase One. We watched movies together a few times.” This was all true; there weren’t that many Hollywood film buffs among the old Enforcers. Romance bored them, and war flicks just made them feel like they should be killing someone, although I could swear I heard Ron quoting 300 before a battle once. Anyways, film festivals were kind of a guilty pleasure among the younger recruits like me and Einar. “I never got what he saw in those old silent weepies, though,” I said absently.
“You’re visiting him too?”
Einar was in the section closest to the entrance. It was pretty crowded then – this was in the first few days after the Silence fell, and there were still a bunch of Preservers on ice while Suleyman and his crew tried to figure out the most polite and tactful way to get them out of the vats and catch them up on the fact that hundreds of years had gone by, the Silence was past, the Company had betrayed them, and, oh, by the way, we were now under the benevolent dictatorship of my omnipotent triplicate sons-in-law. I didn’t envy Suleyman the job.
“Yeah,” I lied. “Him and others.” I didn’t glance over towards the end vat where bits of Victor were gradually fusing together into something resembling a whole. “When you get to be my age, kid, you lose track of a lot of people.”
Juan Bautista nodded. He didn’t relax, but his gaze turned back towards Einar. I wondered if Mendoza had thought to come visit the big guy. Probably not.
The raven was getting bored. It flapped its wings once or twice, and then said, “Polly want a cracker?” in the voice of Iago from Aladdin.
“Shhhhh,” said Juan Bautista, and reached up a hand to stroke its feathers down. “All right.” He shot me a look, not precisely apologetic. “She doesn’t like it down here.”
“I don’t blame her,” I said. It gave me the creeps and I wasn’t the one used to flying.
“We should probably go,” said Juan Bautista, sounding uncomfortable. The bird perked up as soon as he said it. I didn’t blame her for that either. “It was nice to see you, Mr. Joseph,” he added politely – I could tell he was a kid who made a habit of being polite – and then made his escape.
I stayed for another moment, and then started meandering down the hallway, not looking at faces. I really didn’t want to look at all the faces. To tell the truth, most of the people I knew who’d disappeared I’d done my best to forget I ever knew; looking would just depress me more than I wanted to be depressed.
As you might have guessed, I hadn’t actually come here to look at the sleepers.
There’s this new job I’ve got, see, kindly arranged for me by His Nicholas-ship. I’m helping delinquent kids work out their issues. Issues with school, with siblings, and, of course, with parents. Father-related chips on their shoulders the size of Budu, some of these kids have. My daughter – the only daughter I ever treated like a daughter, anyways – would be the first to tell you that I’m a liar and a hypocrite and an all-around slimy little guy, and maybe she’s right. But even I’m not sleazy enough to take a job like that without trying to set my own house in order, just a little.
I’ve got textbooks on all this stuff downloaded into my brain now. You’d be surprised just how little help they are.
Mary and Girl!Kim:
“You are awfully lucky that you do not have large breasts,” Mary says, once she’s over the initial shock enough to converse normally again. “You must have been very grateful when they did not grow much. But perhaps it is only because you do not eat.”
“Mary!” hisses Kim, scarlet-faced. “Shut your trap, someone’ll hear!”
The two girls are standing in the ladies’ bathroom. Normally, Kim uses the men’s room; normally, if she is required by what you might call circumstances to use the ladies’ room, she makes certain that the door is locked throughout the whole procedure. But sometimes Kim gets sloppy, and sometimes Mary forgets to knock before pushing open the door, and somehow secrets slip out.
“Do not worry,” Mary says now, though she does make the concession of lowering her voice somewhat. “I shall not tell. I know about secrets. And I suppose it is safer to be a boy.” She means this to be soothing, although it comes out slightly contemptuous. Mary would scorn safety through deception, she feels. (Although the comparative size of Kim’s chest and her own is making her wonder whether she could pull off such a ruse if she wanted. She thinks her sharp face might help. Girls often have plumper and prettier faces than either Mary or Kim does. And it would perhaps be funny to see if she could fool her friends – at least, it is the kind of joke other people would think funny if they managed it, and therefore if she could fool them she would feel rather a success. It is something to consider.)
“You ain’t gonna tell,” Kim agrees, while Mary is thinking through this, “because if you do I’ll slit you gizzard to gullet.”
“As if you could,” Mary says, tossing her head back. This sort of exchange of pleasantries is as normal for them as saying hello by this point, although the stakes are not usually this high. “I told you, you need not worry. You may go on pretending to be a boy for as long as you wish – you can be a boy forever if you like. Though I do not know what you shall do about your voice when you look older.”
“Nothin’ wrong with my voice!” Kim says this in a growl, thereby preventing her voice from coming out embarrassingly high. “Now can we please get out of the mort’s privy afore someone else walks in?”
Mary rolls her eyes. “Just as you like. I have to get home anyways, Colin wants me to read something he has written about Experiments. I shall think about what is to do about your voice,” she adds, kindly, and exits the privy in a swirl of dignified Edwardian skirt.
With great restraint, Kim stops herself from banging her head on the door before following.
Milliways, Indy and Sokka:
The amulet was rumored to be in Paris, and it would probably have been smart to ask Meg for help – she had expertise in the area, after all – but quite honestly, Indiana Jones had no inclination to spend a day shopping before they got on with the actual business of removing priceless artifacts from Nazi possession. Instead, after some careful consideration, he’d decided to extend an invitation a young man with a sound head on his shoulders and large stores of ingenuity, who enjoyed the pursuit of knowledge, who was cunning when it came to disguises (no one could pull off a better false beard), and was, by the by, extremely proficient with a boomerang. Yes, Indy had thought smugly to himself, Sokka had the makings of a very good sidekick indeed. As for Steph’s concern that Sokka’s way with the ladies might cramp Indy’s own style, he had dismissed that without a second thought.
All right, maybe he had spared it a second thought, but a third thought, most definitely not.
However, all this self-congratulation on the wisdom of his choice of a sidekick had occurred before they’d happened to cross the Champs-Elysees.
Indy knew Sokka was fast, but he’d never known the true extent of his speed until he saw his sidekick, carefully chosen for his skill sets and male bonding potential, react to the display of elegant leather man-purses in the window of the very high-class shop across the street.
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Date: 2008-03-27 04:26 am (UTC)*full of glee*
*demands more Wacky Ship Adventures*
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Date: 2008-03-27 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-27 05:51 pm (UTC)I... am not sure I can do that. "Lan" and "salesman" do not so much mix.
There must be a way to get him in the marketplace, though. *ponders*
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Date: 2008-03-28 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-27 04:29 am (UTC)Mine is AWESOME but the wacky ship adventures made me giggle even though I have only a vague idea of who the people are.
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Date: 2008-03-27 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-27 04:30 am (UTC)Fantastic!
Thank you.
replying to Gar's comment so you both get it.
Date: 2008-03-27 08:12 am (UTC)And Gar for asking for it!
Re: replying to Gar's comment so you both get it.
Date: 2008-03-27 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-27 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-27 04:38 am (UTC)*thirds demand for more Wacky Ship Adventures*
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Date: 2008-03-27 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-27 04:39 am (UTC)A most excellent welcome home read for me. MOAR.
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Date: 2008-03-28 01:57 am (UTC)Also, I stick to my suggestion about you writing the next bit!
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Date: 2008-03-27 08:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-27 05:37 pm (UTC)However, until then: Yay! I am very glad you like. :D