Room 409 Friday Afternoon
Blair was working on a list of ways to bring up unrequited love to Angel when the phone rang. "Room 409! We're totally not dirty!"
"Sweetie?"
Blair sat up so fast he knocked his laptop off the bed and had to scramble to catch it. "Mom?"
"Now sweetie, you know how I feel about labels. Is the school there pressuring you to ascribe to their ideals?"
"No Mo...Naomi. I was just surprised to hear you." Blair sat on the floor and bit his lip. "It's been a long time since I've heard from you."
"You know me, Blair. I've been so busy meeting new people lately. But I called to tell you some great news!"
"Really?" Blair bounced excitedly, unable to stop from catching his mother's infectious happiness.
"I'm at the Far Moon Commune in upstate New York baby, I'm so close to you!" Naomi laughed happily. "I think you should come up this weekend to visit. Your Uncle Neil would love to see you again."
"Seriously?" Blair bit back the comment that Neil was not his uncle and focused on the fact that Naomi wanted to see him. "How am I going to get there? I can't drive and somehow I don't think the school would be happy to see me hitching a ride out of town."
"Oh honey, you've let the Man control you too much, but I understand." There was a murmur of voices on the other end of the line and then Naomi spoke again. "Neil has a friend who can meet you on the mainland and he'll drive you to the protest."
"Protest?"
"Didn't I mention that sweetie? I want you to come with us to the Islander Farm Fresh Chicken plant for a protest. I know you still indulge in eating live animals-"
"Naomi." Blair groaned a little. "I don't eat live animals."
"Blair, you eat things with a face. With feelings and families and-"
"Essential nutrients and protein that I need." Blair rubbed his head. "I thought we were over this Mom. You said understood my choice."
"I said I respected your right to choose, Blair. Not that I understood. And don't call me Mom."
"Okay." With a sigh, Blair dumped his backpack on his bed and started stuffing clothes inside. "So we're going to protest the chicken farm. What are they doing? Inhumane deaths? Unsanitary conditions for the birds? Too many sick birds getting killed off for feed?"
"No. We're protesting their little league team."
Blair paused in his packing and took the phone away from his ear to stare at it for a moment. "Buh?"
"What kind of word is buh? The name of the team is the Islander Indians and we're protesting their lack of respect for the Native American culture. It's a travesty!"
"Okay, okay." Blair laughed and sat on the bed. "So when should I head for the mainland and what sort of car should I be looking for?"
"Neil says to get to the mainland tomorrow morning and his friend drives a VW bus. Yes, I know it's a cliche." Naomi paused as they both laughed. "I'm so glad you're coming, sweetie. It's been too long since I last saw you. I've got a lot to catch you up on!"
"Me too, Mom." Blair said quietly after he hung up the phone.
[ooc: I'm going to Chicago for the weekend to see King Tut at the Field. *dances the anthropology geek dance of joy* ]
"Sweetie?"
Blair sat up so fast he knocked his laptop off the bed and had to scramble to catch it. "Mom?"
"Now sweetie, you know how I feel about labels. Is the school there pressuring you to ascribe to their ideals?"
"No Mo...Naomi. I was just surprised to hear you." Blair sat on the floor and bit his lip. "It's been a long time since I've heard from you."
"You know me, Blair. I've been so busy meeting new people lately. But I called to tell you some great news!"
"Really?" Blair bounced excitedly, unable to stop from catching his mother's infectious happiness.
"I'm at the Far Moon Commune in upstate New York baby, I'm so close to you!" Naomi laughed happily. "I think you should come up this weekend to visit. Your Uncle Neil would love to see you again."
"Seriously?" Blair bit back the comment that Neil was not his uncle and focused on the fact that Naomi wanted to see him. "How am I going to get there? I can't drive and somehow I don't think the school would be happy to see me hitching a ride out of town."
"Oh honey, you've let the Man control you too much, but I understand." There was a murmur of voices on the other end of the line and then Naomi spoke again. "Neil has a friend who can meet you on the mainland and he'll drive you to the protest."
"Protest?"
"Didn't I mention that sweetie? I want you to come with us to the Islander Farm Fresh Chicken plant for a protest. I know you still indulge in eating live animals-"
"Naomi." Blair groaned a little. "I don't eat live animals."
"Blair, you eat things with a face. With feelings and families and-"
"Essential nutrients and protein that I need." Blair rubbed his head. "I thought we were over this Mom. You said understood my choice."
"I said I respected your right to choose, Blair. Not that I understood. And don't call me Mom."
"Okay." With a sigh, Blair dumped his backpack on his bed and started stuffing clothes inside. "So we're going to protest the chicken farm. What are they doing? Inhumane deaths? Unsanitary conditions for the birds? Too many sick birds getting killed off for feed?"
"No. We're protesting their little league team."
Blair paused in his packing and took the phone away from his ear to stare at it for a moment. "Buh?"
"What kind of word is buh? The name of the team is the Islander Indians and we're protesting their lack of respect for the Native American culture. It's a travesty!"
"Okay, okay." Blair laughed and sat on the bed. "So when should I head for the mainland and what sort of car should I be looking for?"
"Neil says to get to the mainland tomorrow morning and his friend drives a VW bus. Yes, I know it's a cliche." Naomi paused as they both laughed. "I'm so glad you're coming, sweetie. It's been too long since I last saw you. I've got a lot to catch you up on!"
"Me too, Mom." Blair said quietly after he hung up the phone.
[ooc: I'm going to Chicago for the weekend to see King Tut at the Field. *dances the anthropology geek dance of joy* ]