An Airport in the UK - 02.19.06
Well, that was fun... somewhat. You know, I'm pretty convinced if I started a betting ring for who was going to get laid by whom every time these fuckers get together, I'd be a wealthy woman... Not that I need something like that to be. I mean, hell, I'm mastered in conversions and transmutations. Doesn't take a genius to tally up how fast it would take me to become a millionaire. You know, I shoudda bought that damn book. Fuck that Sean guy. He probably wouldn't know anymore about alchemy than he would the brains God gave a fucking goat.
God, I'm so pretentious.
So yeah, lots of people I'd never met in my life. I'm wandering through this place looking for at least a few familiar faces. I spent years studying in the god-forsaken country, you'd think I'd know more of 'em by now. So I'm walking in and goddamn, books everywhere. I could spend weeks in here scanning shit and... oh man, there's no telling how much I'd figure out. We're marking this place on the map.
But that's not what really was so entertaining about the evening. This guy Geraint said some sale was starting, and I've heard about these markets. Damn fine stuff they got sometimes. So I wander in, who do I see, well Reilly for one. That makes for a short laugh to myself. Now, he was a good time a few years ago. He's got some kitten on his arm. All he needs is a cocktail in his hand and we've got a perfect senario. I swear, the perfect bogo-sort. Same song another way.
Then we got Raphael. I love this guy, he's like the gearbox of the modern day lift. Things just seem to gravitate to him. We've worked together for years. He's a quirky one, but he's got my respect. One of the few Free I'd put at my back in a tight spot.
Psyche has come in by the time I've got myself back to the main room after letting a bid slip me. She's a fuckin' riot. I can see good times ahead with her. She's just a punk-ass bitch who ain't gonna take shit from anybody. Plus, she's kissed, same as me. That speaks loud on her. I just can't believe I never met her before Sunny hooked us. We're going to paint the town fuckin' crimson when she gets into the capitol.
And that's another jumper. Murphy. Man gets around. He finds me out, offers me a job in DC. Been a while since I worked for him, but we got crisp timing. I don't know if I can get him what he wants but I'll sure as hell work it. He's good for it. I've snagged all sorts of shit for Mouse before I didn't think I'd find, and look how that came out. I've got security records coming out my ass.
People though, other people that night... man, they got sticks up their asses. The libidos are flying around in the place and just sitting tight in the main rooms like watching a fucking soap. People coming in with tears, the need for blood written in what may as well be fucking black magic marker all over their faces. Then you got the trysts. I was telling this guy San that it looked like it was making out to be a crime to be single. I mean, hell, I haven't laid anyone in months. You don't see me rushing off to hump the first thing that moves.
And then it comes back to me - Reilly, he said something about machines under the city in DC. The fuck is with that? If anyone's going to know about it, it's that little firecracker of a parter of mine, Sunny. She's been there for me for a bit too. Kissed as well, though I'm not sure if she's got a chain on what that means yet. I'm going to have to hit up Psyche about it, see what she knows or maybe Mouse. Either way, I take out my cell and hit a few quick keys. I've got no fuckin' clue what time it is in the States, but I'm too excited about the next 48 hours to not call. I mangle a bit of it for the mundies sleeping around me:
"Oh. My. God. Woman! I'm am coming to DC. I'll be there in like 24. I just got off the hook with Murphy, he wants me to do some work for him, but damn woman! Why the fuck didn't you tell me there were Atlantean machines under your city!!"
I'm trying to keep from waking people up, but I damn well can't help but laugh, "Dude, we've got to team up into this one. I know we can lay down some major smack on these bad boys. What are the specs? Do you know what any of them do yet? Can we get access to them? Call me back on my.... fuck..."
The voicemail runs out before I can finish it. Fuck it. That's enough. She'll get it. They call out my boarding number and I get up. Time to go play this pony. Then on to DC.
God, I'm so pretentious.
So yeah, lots of people I'd never met in my life. I'm wandering through this place looking for at least a few familiar faces. I spent years studying in the god-forsaken country, you'd think I'd know more of 'em by now. So I'm walking in and goddamn, books everywhere. I could spend weeks in here scanning shit and... oh man, there's no telling how much I'd figure out. We're marking this place on the map.
But that's not what really was so entertaining about the evening. This guy Geraint said some sale was starting, and I've heard about these markets. Damn fine stuff they got sometimes. So I wander in, who do I see, well Reilly for one. That makes for a short laugh to myself. Now, he was a good time a few years ago. He's got some kitten on his arm. All he needs is a cocktail in his hand and we've got a perfect senario. I swear, the perfect bogo-sort. Same song another way.
Then we got Raphael. I love this guy, he's like the gearbox of the modern day lift. Things just seem to gravitate to him. We've worked together for years. He's a quirky one, but he's got my respect. One of the few Free I'd put at my back in a tight spot.
Psyche has come in by the time I've got myself back to the main room after letting a bid slip me. She's a fuckin' riot. I can see good times ahead with her. She's just a punk-ass bitch who ain't gonna take shit from anybody. Plus, she's kissed, same as me. That speaks loud on her. I just can't believe I never met her before Sunny hooked us. We're going to paint the town fuckin' crimson when she gets into the capitol.
And that's another jumper. Murphy. Man gets around. He finds me out, offers me a job in DC. Been a while since I worked for him, but we got crisp timing. I don't know if I can get him what he wants but I'll sure as hell work it. He's good for it. I've snagged all sorts of shit for Mouse before I didn't think I'd find, and look how that came out. I've got security records coming out my ass.
People though, other people that night... man, they got sticks up their asses. The libidos are flying around in the place and just sitting tight in the main rooms like watching a fucking soap. People coming in with tears, the need for blood written in what may as well be fucking black magic marker all over their faces. Then you got the trysts. I was telling this guy San that it looked like it was making out to be a crime to be single. I mean, hell, I haven't laid anyone in months. You don't see me rushing off to hump the first thing that moves.
And then it comes back to me - Reilly, he said something about machines under the city in DC. The fuck is with that? If anyone's going to know about it, it's that little firecracker of a parter of mine, Sunny. She's been there for me for a bit too. Kissed as well, though I'm not sure if she's got a chain on what that means yet. I'm going to have to hit up Psyche about it, see what she knows or maybe Mouse. Either way, I take out my cell and hit a few quick keys. I've got no fuckin' clue what time it is in the States, but I'm too excited about the next 48 hours to not call. I mangle a bit of it for the mundies sleeping around me:
"Oh. My. God. Woman! I'm am coming to DC. I'll be there in like 24. I just got off the hook with Murphy, he wants me to do some work for him, but damn woman! Why the fuck didn't you tell me there were Atlantean machines under your city!!"
I'm trying to keep from waking people up, but I damn well can't help but laugh, "Dude, we've got to team up into this one. I know we can lay down some major smack on these bad boys. What are the specs? Do you know what any of them do yet? Can we get access to them? Call me back on my.... fuck..."
The voicemail runs out before I can finish it. Fuck it. That's enough. She'll get it. They call out my boarding number and I get up. Time to go play this pony. Then on to DC.