Having a blast (TBC in tags?)
Who: MJ, Morrigan, Gerald, Tamara
Where: The Espresso Pump
When: Tuesday, December 1, 1998
The Espresso Pump was enjoying the rise in business while the diner was closed. Disregarding the corpse incident, they'd had no problems with the new batch of customers. Today, they were having a two for one sale on select beverages.
Morrigan had a pair of drinks, and was heading back to her table.
MJ was with her, and currently doing work of some kind.
Tamara headed on in to the espresso pump, wanting a nice caffeinated beverage.
Gerald followed suit, humming to himself.
"I'm glad you're feeling better," Tamara said, smiling. She headed for the counter to peruse the selection.
MJ waved, and got back to work. He was really busy these days.
"Oh, hey MJ- how's it going?" Tamara waved back.
"I'm glad I'm feeling better too. I don't taste blood in my mouth," Gerald agreed.
"Anything interesting?" Morrigan asked, setting MJ's drink in front of him. She was on a break from watching the Watchers.
"Hm.. I think I'm going to get a cocoa and a sub,' Tamara said. "What do you want, hon?"
"Cocoa sounds good - and some cookies?" Gerald asked.
"Really busy." MJ said "Between the lawyers, watchers, the Academy and the High School, I think I've reached my limit. Morri, tomorrow, can you make 26 copies of this?" he handed her a stack of papers
"Yeah, yeah no worries." Morri took the document, extracted a stack of Post-Its from her pocket, marked "26" on it and tucked it into the mapcase she was using as a purse.
"Mm, good plan," Tamara said. "Go get us a table and I'll deliver the food." She was still worried he wasn't feeling all that well.
Gerald settled down heavily into a seat, and looked mellow.
Tamara headed for the table once she collected their food. "Here's your order good sir." She grinned.
"Why thank you, m'lady,' Gerald said.
"You're welcome dear," Tamara said. She settled in across from him. "Do you want half of my sub? There's plenty here."
..Oh, Morrigan." MJ asked "What do you want to do about your Servitor situation? It's on my list, I just keep putting it off."
Clive flipped through his phonebook until he found Tamara's number, and then he dialed it. Luckily, he had it in BOTH of his little black books, just in case.
"You know? I have no idea," Morrigan said. "Who's available?"
Tamara frowned as her phone started ringing. She fished it out of her pocket, and answered. "Hello?"
"Heh. You don't want to know." MJ said. "I can put it on the agenda for the next meeting, but I feel bad, because I don't have time to train you right now. We barely have time to eat together."
"Hey, Tammy, it's Clive. You're still the most classically beautiful woman I have ever seen. Sadly, I'm calling on business, not pleasure." Clive pictured her expression, and grinned. Nothing like a compliment to start things off right.
"Hey Clive - how's it going? What kind of business?" Tamara made a face, not wanting to work on her day off. "I'm kinda having some dinner here. With my boyfriend," she added, in case he'd forgotten she had one.
"Well ... shit." Morrrigan shook her head. "If there's a Servator without an SIT, I couldn't really justify doubling up with another Servator. And your plate is plenty full, as it is. Hobson's choice, I guess. Just let me know who needs an SIT, and I'll work with 'em."
"Oh, yeah. Unfortunate, though I'm sure Cissa wouldn't mind a little somethin'. Anyway, that's a whole other question. I won't interrupt your dinner, but I've got something I need to discuss with you," said Clive. He wasn't sure how to go about riling up the hornet's nest, but he did know the right people to ask.
"Oh, well- if you have stuff, you could always come down to the Espresso Pump. That's where we're at. But if it's something imediate I'm going to kick your ass, because I'm comfy and I don't want to work right now. But discussion's fine, I guess..." Tamara said.
"If he wants to see you naked, the answer is no," Gerald commented.
Tamara covered the phone. "I'm sure he does - but it's worse, he wants to bring work."
"Thanks for the coffee, Morrigan." MJ smiled, and took a few minutes to drink
"Can you tell him to brush the inside of his brain with an electric toothbrush?" Gerald asked.
"Nah, it's not something that requires facetime. I've just been contacted by a few ..wayward friends. They don't wanna come play with us, but they swear up and down they're not playing for the other side. Anyway, I'm trying to get everybody to play together, so that we can keep the bigger bullies out of the schoolyard. You know, the bullies that want us all fucking dead? So I'm thinking a little controlled mayhem is in order," said Clive.
Morrigan leaned over and kissed her husband's cheek. "Any time."
"...that made no sense whatsoever. If you're speaking in code, I don't have the playbook. I do, however, have a sandwich," Tamara said.
MJ smiled, then went back to work.
"Just trying to be discreet, is all," muttered Clive. "Okay, fuck that, here goes: some of the American Watchers said they have information for us. The problem is that the Watchers want what we've got and they don't want to cooperate with us. Also, there's some lawyers that want to fuck up everyone's shit. If we can keep the lawyers distracted, that should buy some time."
"Hm," Tamara said. "Good idea."
"But how?"
"Well, that's what i was hoping you guys could help with. I mean, I'm all for a little dustup, but they don't play that way," said Clive.
"Well, you know.. I know this guy they just brought in. He did some work for me - fucking scary guy, special ops," Tamara said. "I bet he would have some ideas."
"Yeah, okay. So, uh, talk to him and then get in touch with me when you get a chance, yeah? Sorry to interrupt your dinner," Clive said, and clicked off.
"That was Clive," Tamara said, putting the phone away. "With work-type-stuff. I'll worry about it later."
"Hum." Gerald chuckled. "Sounds fun."
"Yeah, only if fun were like ... uncool and worky, sure." Tamara grinned, and started eating again.
"I meant fun as in with quotes around it," Gerald said, chuckling.
"You should have made the fingers," Tamara said, still smiling. She reached across the table and trailed her hand down his cheek. "It's so good to see you feeling healthy again."
Gerald grinned. "Well, I'm feeling better, yeah."
The phone behind the counter rang. The clerk, who was female and (by the rules of Sunnydale statistics) probably a lesbian, answered on the second ring. "Hello, Espresso Pump."
Tamara smiled and took his hands in hers. "Love you."
She frownd and looked around, then zeroed in on MJ. "Excuse me ... sir? Are you Mr. Carver?"
"Yeah?" asked MJ
"Phone call," she said, offering the receiver.
MJ answered. "Hello- what? You hope I like walking?"
The clerk went back to restocking.
MJ's car, on the other hand, went up in flames quite abruptly, across the street from the cafe. Outside was suddenly VERY bright.
Morrigan covered her eys and flinched. "Jesus H. Christ, what the hell ... ?"
MJ dropped the phone, and headed outside.
Gerald turned. " ... and people wonder why I prefer to walk."
Tamara glanced out the window. "Ouch.. was that your car?"
MJ confirmed. Yes, it was his car that had just blown up.
"Oh man..." Tamara winced. "Sorry, dude."
"Uh ... " Morrigan stood up, looked at the wreckage.
The clerk was already dialing 911.
"Someone just called me." MJ said "And said 'hope you like walking', then, hung up."
Where: The Espresso Pump
When: Tuesday, December 1, 1998
The Espresso Pump was enjoying the rise in business while the diner was closed. Disregarding the corpse incident, they'd had no problems with the new batch of customers. Today, they were having a two for one sale on select beverages.
Morrigan had a pair of drinks, and was heading back to her table.
MJ was with her, and currently doing work of some kind.
Tamara headed on in to the espresso pump, wanting a nice caffeinated beverage.
Gerald followed suit, humming to himself.
"I'm glad you're feeling better," Tamara said, smiling. She headed for the counter to peruse the selection.
MJ waved, and got back to work. He was really busy these days.
"Oh, hey MJ- how's it going?" Tamara waved back.
"I'm glad I'm feeling better too. I don't taste blood in my mouth," Gerald agreed.
"Anything interesting?" Morrigan asked, setting MJ's drink in front of him. She was on a break from watching the Watchers.
"Hm.. I think I'm going to get a cocoa and a sub,' Tamara said. "What do you want, hon?"
"Cocoa sounds good - and some cookies?" Gerald asked.
"Really busy." MJ said "Between the lawyers, watchers, the Academy and the High School, I think I've reached my limit. Morri, tomorrow, can you make 26 copies of this?" he handed her a stack of papers
"Yeah, yeah no worries." Morri took the document, extracted a stack of Post-Its from her pocket, marked "26" on it and tucked it into the mapcase she was using as a purse.
"Mm, good plan," Tamara said. "Go get us a table and I'll deliver the food." She was still worried he wasn't feeling all that well.
Gerald settled down heavily into a seat, and looked mellow.
Tamara headed for the table once she collected their food. "Here's your order good sir." She grinned.
"Why thank you, m'lady,' Gerald said.
"You're welcome dear," Tamara said. She settled in across from him. "Do you want half of my sub? There's plenty here."
..Oh, Morrigan." MJ asked "What do you want to do about your Servitor situation? It's on my list, I just keep putting it off."
Clive flipped through his phonebook until he found Tamara's number, and then he dialed it. Luckily, he had it in BOTH of his little black books, just in case.
"You know? I have no idea," Morrigan said. "Who's available?"
Tamara frowned as her phone started ringing. She fished it out of her pocket, and answered. "Hello?"
"Heh. You don't want to know." MJ said. "I can put it on the agenda for the next meeting, but I feel bad, because I don't have time to train you right now. We barely have time to eat together."
"Hey, Tammy, it's Clive. You're still the most classically beautiful woman I have ever seen. Sadly, I'm calling on business, not pleasure." Clive pictured her expression, and grinned. Nothing like a compliment to start things off right.
"Hey Clive - how's it going? What kind of business?" Tamara made a face, not wanting to work on her day off. "I'm kinda having some dinner here. With my boyfriend," she added, in case he'd forgotten she had one.
"Well ... shit." Morrrigan shook her head. "If there's a Servator without an SIT, I couldn't really justify doubling up with another Servator. And your plate is plenty full, as it is. Hobson's choice, I guess. Just let me know who needs an SIT, and I'll work with 'em."
"Oh, yeah. Unfortunate, though I'm sure Cissa wouldn't mind a little somethin'. Anyway, that's a whole other question. I won't interrupt your dinner, but I've got something I need to discuss with you," said Clive. He wasn't sure how to go about riling up the hornet's nest, but he did know the right people to ask.
"Oh, well- if you have stuff, you could always come down to the Espresso Pump. That's where we're at. But if it's something imediate I'm going to kick your ass, because I'm comfy and I don't want to work right now. But discussion's fine, I guess..." Tamara said.
"If he wants to see you naked, the answer is no," Gerald commented.
Tamara covered the phone. "I'm sure he does - but it's worse, he wants to bring work."
"Thanks for the coffee, Morrigan." MJ smiled, and took a few minutes to drink
"Can you tell him to brush the inside of his brain with an electric toothbrush?" Gerald asked.
"Nah, it's not something that requires facetime. I've just been contacted by a few ..wayward friends. They don't wanna come play with us, but they swear up and down they're not playing for the other side. Anyway, I'm trying to get everybody to play together, so that we can keep the bigger bullies out of the schoolyard. You know, the bullies that want us all fucking dead? So I'm thinking a little controlled mayhem is in order," said Clive.
Morrigan leaned over and kissed her husband's cheek. "Any time."
"...that made no sense whatsoever. If you're speaking in code, I don't have the playbook. I do, however, have a sandwich," Tamara said.
MJ smiled, then went back to work.
"Just trying to be discreet, is all," muttered Clive. "Okay, fuck that, here goes: some of the American Watchers said they have information for us. The problem is that the Watchers want what we've got and they don't want to cooperate with us. Also, there's some lawyers that want to fuck up everyone's shit. If we can keep the lawyers distracted, that should buy some time."
"Hm," Tamara said. "Good idea."
"But how?"
"Well, that's what i was hoping you guys could help with. I mean, I'm all for a little dustup, but they don't play that way," said Clive.
"Well, you know.. I know this guy they just brought in. He did some work for me - fucking scary guy, special ops," Tamara said. "I bet he would have some ideas."
"Yeah, okay. So, uh, talk to him and then get in touch with me when you get a chance, yeah? Sorry to interrupt your dinner," Clive said, and clicked off.
"That was Clive," Tamara said, putting the phone away. "With work-type-stuff. I'll worry about it later."
"Hum." Gerald chuckled. "Sounds fun."
"Yeah, only if fun were like ... uncool and worky, sure." Tamara grinned, and started eating again.
"I meant fun as in with quotes around it," Gerald said, chuckling.
"You should have made the fingers," Tamara said, still smiling. She reached across the table and trailed her hand down his cheek. "It's so good to see you feeling healthy again."
Gerald grinned. "Well, I'm feeling better, yeah."
The phone behind the counter rang. The clerk, who was female and (by the rules of Sunnydale statistics) probably a lesbian, answered on the second ring. "Hello, Espresso Pump."
Tamara smiled and took his hands in hers. "Love you."
She frownd and looked around, then zeroed in on MJ. "Excuse me ... sir? Are you Mr. Carver?"
"Yeah?" asked MJ
"Phone call," she said, offering the receiver.
MJ answered. "Hello- what? You hope I like walking?"
The clerk went back to restocking.
MJ's car, on the other hand, went up in flames quite abruptly, across the street from the cafe. Outside was suddenly VERY bright.
Morrigan covered her eys and flinched. "Jesus H. Christ, what the hell ... ?"
MJ dropped the phone, and headed outside.
Gerald turned. " ... and people wonder why I prefer to walk."
Tamara glanced out the window. "Ouch.. was that your car?"
MJ confirmed. Yes, it was his car that had just blown up.
"Oh man..." Tamara winced. "Sorry, dude."
"Uh ... " Morrigan stood up, looked at the wreckage.
The clerk was already dialing 911.
"Someone just called me." MJ said "And said 'hope you like walking', then, hung up."