5. mr fox is apparently making house calls.

[itwasnotso]

Apparently I'm leaving for the Middle East tomorrow morning. I've had medical conferences in Vienna and London, but this seems to be an entirely new kind of professional voyage. For one, it involves subtle lies to my non-tale coworkers.

I don't resent an opportunity to travel, but it does make one wonder about the sorts of hoops one is expected to

Comments

[bramblesgaveway]

Always better with plot devices and a soundtrack.

[itwasnotso]

If you say so. We could test this theory; I could hire a string band to follow you around for an entire day, accompanying your hours with appropriate instrumentals.

[bramblesgaveway]

My day's pretty boring. You'd have to hire people to make up plot too.

[itwasnotso]

Noted. Which would you like: murder subplot, long-lost twin, or mysterious masked men from some unnamed cult?

[bramblesgaveway]

[...]

Long-lost twin is part of an unnamed cult, and just committed murder?

[itwasnotso]

ha

Knew there was a reason I liked you.

Reynard.

[bramblesgaveway]

When are you leaving?

Jess.

[itwasnotso]

"Morning". Lyon was unspecific as to when, but I suspect 6 or 7AM would be a good bet.

Reynard.

[bramblesgaveway]

Bed first?

Jess.

[itwasnotso]

Packing and waiting.

Plans?

Reynard.

[bramblesgaveway]

Food. Lady brought a shitload of Chinese from the shop below.

Jess.

[itwasnotso]

[...]

I could do with some late supper.

Reynard.

[bramblesgaveway]

Address?

Jess.

[itwasnotso]

[Address to a high-rise apartment building in the upper east side.]

Buzz for 2105. The doorman will let you in.

Reynard.

[bramblesgaveway]

Shit. Figures you'd live up that way.

I'll catch a cab. Be there in a bit.

Jess.

[itwasnotso]

[...] It's not exactly a mansion. I'll see you.