fandom_muses :: November :: Kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope
Kat’s bored. It happens a lot lately. She’s gotten in a habit of making a to-do list, scribbling out in relatively legible scrawl things that she really ought to accomplish. Always, at the top of her list, is call Aidan. He sent her roses once, and she wanted to at least thank him but a senior partner isn’t exactly the easiest sort to contact. She tends to bite her lip thoughtfully at the Wolfram and Hart email system, typing out all sorts of things she wants to say, but deletes it because she just can’t. The reasons for that stare her down every day. She works at Wolfram and Hart - Hart, right there, on the door, the letterhead, everything, she can’t avoid him yet she never sees him. He’s become something of a ghost, and she really doesn’t know what to do about it. But, then, he’s the reason she works here, he’s the reason she has a beyond nice and rent free place to live, and he’s the reason she has very little to complain about these days… except that she’s bored.
There isn’t much to do at work. She types through letters quickly, though sometimes the subject matter leaves her curious. Most of the time it’s average, ordinary, legal documents - which, really aren’t so average or ordinary since she doesn’t understand the majority of what she’s typing. But, every now and then, there’s a term that catches her eye - a supernatural one. She’s started keeping a list at the back of her planner, mostly because she’s bored but partly because she’s curious. There’s that slayer in her that she’s struggling with, and supernatural terminology tends to make that ghost of a slayer rear her ugly head - ugly, because Kat doesn’t always agree with the slaying cause.
She surfs MySpace a lot more than she ought to. Her hours at the record shop have become fewer and fewer these days because it’s become a pretty pointless job. She’s not working because she needs the money - nope, her ticket into what she believes is Corporate America, courtesy of one Mr. Aidan Hart, has her more than financially stable. No, she works there for the random underground bands she used to discover in the dusty shelves, but she’s discovered that the internet is a much better resource. That’s how she found the most interesting band ever - Flight of the Conchords. They have this insane video of two guys dressed up in cardboard boxes pretending to be robots. They filmed the video on a camera phone. It’s more addictive than YouTube. She’s started emailing the band because she wants a CD, but the one with the monotone portions of the songs keeps telling her that they’re broke but that he can’t work because he’s waiting for a moment. He’s a weird one. So, she emails him - through her MySpace account, because she isn’t so sure if she should give out her official work email to the crazy, broke guy in a robot suit. She also thinks she really ought to update her own page sometime because right now it looks like kaleidoscope throw-up, but she doesn’t want to waste her precious internet time scouting for a layout.
To: Flight of the Conchords
From: Don't call me Kitty! I'm Kat, not a kitty!
Subject: Where’s my CD?!
I understand being broke. I really do. But, why can’t you just record some mp3s on your cell phone? I want a CD! I think you’re the best band ever! You’re insane and quirky, and if you had a CD, then you wouldn’t be broke! Seriously, this is what I think, and you should value my opinion because I am still technically a Record-Seller and thereby professional in the industry!
So, where’s my CD? I can’t very well play your music for anyone if I don’t at least have some downloadable mp3’s to put on my iPod or burn to a CD to play in the office! I have control over the music here! I could totally play Flight of the Conchords! We have a lot of professional legal types come in all the time. One of them could be an agent!
I want a CD. Or some mp3s. NOW.
Thanks!
Kat!
She draws a line through email band on myspace for a cd, again! on her to-do list. But, the scribbled top line of call Aidan is staring at her. She gets up and stretches for a minute, because she read online somewhere that if you work at a computer all day, then you should get up and stretch once every twenty minutes. She pretends to check the coffee, but she knows it’s not time to change it because she has it on a timer - a weird habit leftover from the barista days. She finally steps back over to her desk and opens up her work email.
To: Hart, Aidan
From: Thomas, Ekaterina
Subject: Roses
The thank you is belated. I’m sorry about that. I’ve been really busy with work too, which I’m sure you know since you’re a Senior Partner. I kept one of the other jobs too. I kind of missed it, but I’m letting my hours dwindle so much that I’m not completely sure I’m still on the payroll! It’s funny, kind of.
So, if you still wanted to go to dinner sometime, then that would be really great. I usually end up leaving here around six. You know where I live and where I work. Have I mentioned lately how very, very appreciative I am about that? Because, I am.
Emails aren’t really my forte. I tend to ramble, like now! So, I’m going to go then, because I’ve got some things to type and coffee to brew and lots of other really important secretarial stuff. But, I was wondering… am I really your favorite girl? It’s just that I haven’t actually seen you in forever. It seems like forever anyway. But, yeah, back to work and stuff!
-Kat
She had planned to delete it, like usual. But, she holds her breath and clicks send, as if it was some kind of weird forbidden dare. She lets out the breath in a long sigh, hoping she didn’t sound as completely stupid as she thinks she did. She looks up at the clock and rolls her eyes; no clients for at least an hour. She goes back to her email on MySpace, determined to at least get a CD today to make her feel a little less stupid.
Kat’s bored. It happens a lot lately. She’s gotten in a habit of making a to-do list, scribbling out in relatively legible scrawl things that she really ought to accomplish. Always, at the top of her list, is call Aidan. He sent her roses once, and she wanted to at least thank him but a senior partner isn’t exactly the easiest sort to contact. She tends to bite her lip thoughtfully at the Wolfram and Hart email system, typing out all sorts of things she wants to say, but deletes it because she just can’t. The reasons for that stare her down every day. She works at Wolfram and Hart - Hart, right there, on the door, the letterhead, everything, she can’t avoid him yet she never sees him. He’s become something of a ghost, and she really doesn’t know what to do about it. But, then, he’s the reason she works here, he’s the reason she has a beyond nice and rent free place to live, and he’s the reason she has very little to complain about these days… except that she’s bored.
There isn’t much to do at work. She types through letters quickly, though sometimes the subject matter leaves her curious. Most of the time it’s average, ordinary, legal documents - which, really aren’t so average or ordinary since she doesn’t understand the majority of what she’s typing. But, every now and then, there’s a term that catches her eye - a supernatural one. She’s started keeping a list at the back of her planner, mostly because she’s bored but partly because she’s curious. There’s that slayer in her that she’s struggling with, and supernatural terminology tends to make that ghost of a slayer rear her ugly head - ugly, because Kat doesn’t always agree with the slaying cause.
She surfs MySpace a lot more than she ought to. Her hours at the record shop have become fewer and fewer these days because it’s become a pretty pointless job. She’s not working because she needs the money - nope, her ticket into what she believes is Corporate America, courtesy of one Mr. Aidan Hart, has her more than financially stable. No, she works there for the random underground bands she used to discover in the dusty shelves, but she’s discovered that the internet is a much better resource. That’s how she found the most interesting band ever - Flight of the Conchords. They have this insane video of two guys dressed up in cardboard boxes pretending to be robots. They filmed the video on a camera phone. It’s more addictive than YouTube. She’s started emailing the band because she wants a CD, but the one with the monotone portions of the songs keeps telling her that they’re broke but that he can’t work because he’s waiting for a moment. He’s a weird one. So, she emails him - through her MySpace account, because she isn’t so sure if she should give out her official work email to the crazy, broke guy in a robot suit. She also thinks she really ought to update her own page sometime because right now it looks like kaleidoscope throw-up, but she doesn’t want to waste her precious internet time scouting for a layout.
To: Flight of the Conchords
From: Don't call me Kitty! I'm Kat, not a kitty!
Subject: Where’s my CD?!
I understand being broke. I really do. But, why can’t you just record some mp3s on your cell phone? I want a CD! I think you’re the best band ever! You’re insane and quirky, and if you had a CD, then you wouldn’t be broke! Seriously, this is what I think, and you should value my opinion because I am still technically a Record-Seller and thereby professional in the industry!
So, where’s my CD? I can’t very well play your music for anyone if I don’t at least have some downloadable mp3’s to put on my iPod or burn to a CD to play in the office! I have control over the music here! I could totally play Flight of the Conchords! We have a lot of professional legal types come in all the time. One of them could be an agent!
I want a CD. Or some mp3s. NOW.
Thanks!
Kat!
She draws a line through email band on myspace for a cd, again! on her to-do list. But, the scribbled top line of call Aidan is staring at her. She gets up and stretches for a minute, because she read online somewhere that if you work at a computer all day, then you should get up and stretch once every twenty minutes. She pretends to check the coffee, but she knows it’s not time to change it because she has it on a timer - a weird habit leftover from the barista days. She finally steps back over to her desk and opens up her work email.
To: Hart, Aidan
From: Thomas, Ekaterina
Subject: Roses
The thank you is belated. I’m sorry about that. I’ve been really busy with work too, which I’m sure you know since you’re a Senior Partner. I kept one of the other jobs too. I kind of missed it, but I’m letting my hours dwindle so much that I’m not completely sure I’m still on the payroll! It’s funny, kind of.
So, if you still wanted to go to dinner sometime, then that would be really great. I usually end up leaving here around six. You know where I live and where I work. Have I mentioned lately how very, very appreciative I am about that? Because, I am.
Emails aren’t really my forte. I tend to ramble, like now! So, I’m going to go then, because I’ve got some things to type and coffee to brew and lots of other really important secretarial stuff. But, I was wondering… am I really your favorite girl? It’s just that I haven’t actually seen you in forever. It seems like forever anyway. But, yeah, back to work and stuff!
-Kat
She had planned to delete it, like usual. But, she holds her breath and clicks send, as if it was some kind of weird forbidden dare. She lets out the breath in a long sigh, hoping she didn’t sound as completely stupid as she thinks she did. She looks up at the clock and rolls her eyes; no clients for at least an hour. She goes back to her email on MySpace, determined to at least get a CD today to make her feel a little less stupid.