[Giuliana] Chaotic (Jan. 20, 2010 part 2)
Later, during the gathering, Giuliana’s conversation with a couple of fellow Unconquered is interrupted by the silent vibration of her cell phone. She glances at it, frowning slightly, “Pardon…” and presses the key to answer it, “Si, Prince Slim, how may I help you?”
Without preface, his voice comes over the line, “Am I a pussy?”
Giuliana stifles a laugh, and then finally says into the phone, “No, Signor Prince. Why do you ask?”
“Well apparently because I don’t like the idea of getting on a horse and charging someone with a long wooden or metal pole, I am a pussy.”
She replies quietly into the phone, “Do you refer to jousting?” and catches Natoli’s curious glance.
“Yes. I prefer the version of me sitting safely on the couch, flying my ostrich and collecting eggs.”
“Pardon?”
“I don’t think wanting to sit on my couch and play a safe, non damaging game is a bad thing. I don’t want the city of Tampa to think I am a pussy though... maybe we should hold a horse and pole jousting event. What do you think?”
Giuliana frowns at her phone, “I.... don't think it is a bad idea…”
idea...."
“I don’t have to compete do I? I could just act tough, and claim being Prince means I can’t get harmed or whatever.”
“Of course, Signor Prince. You would watch over the proceedings and judge. I held a joust while I was Prince of Athens. It was a huge success.”
“Ok, next thought to get Tampa back on the map.... what are your thoughts on a contest? I am thinking... “How Hot is your Prince slash Seneschal?”
Giuliana blinks and pulls her phone from her ear to stare at it for a moment, and Lady Augustine looks at her from across the table curiously, “Are you alright?”
She nods, then says into the phone, “I... am uncertain of the appropriateness of such a contest, Signor Prince Slim.”
“You are right...” he sighs into the phone, “probably too early. Couldn’t really hold a swimsuit contest now anyway… Anyways... I was bored and was chatting online with some others and thought I'd call you-“
Giuliana arches a brow, cutting him off, “I have no intention of participating in such an event, Prince Slim.”
Diamondtrim’s laugh comes across the line, “Course not! You would win hands down. But the sport behind it would be fun. Tampa has to have the hottest Prince/Seneschal combo.”
The petite Mekhet's jaw drops for a second, then she regains her composure and says into the phone, “I... ah.... grazie, Prince Slim.”
“Oh look family guy! Call ya back!” The connection is abruptly ended, and Giuliana blinks, looks at her phone, and then pockets it and sighs.
Lady Augustine looks at Giulana, “Typical of a Carthian Prince.”
Giuliana shakes her head, “I think he's high.” She notes, and ignores, Natoli’s struggle to maintain composure, frowning to herself.
Lady Augustine suddenly looks at her watch, a brow going up, “Meeting time, I must be off.” The men at the table stand as she does, reseating themselves, and one of them, Lancaster, looks at Giuliana, “Well, Carthian Prince. That is a thorny situation.”
Giuliana nods to Lancaster, “Apparently he desires to hold a joust....” He nods, and she glances around the table briefly before addressing the entire group, “Umm... so, I have a question.”
Adonis Castle nods questioningly, and she replies, “What is.... family guy?” She says it as if it's a foreign language.
Natoli chuckles, “It's a Television series on Fox.”
Giuliana looks at Natoli with one brow arched, “A television show?”
Adonis quirks a brow, “What is it about?”
Natoli continues, “It features Peter, his wife Lois, kids Stewie, a baby, Meg, and Chris. Their talking dog is Brian.”
Giuliana sits up straighter, her head tilting to one side inquisitively, “Their... talking... dog?” She frowns slightly, murmuring, “I must look into this....”
Lancaster nods, “Hmm… very novel.”
“Despite the low intelligence rating of the show,” Natoli says, “it is quite funny often as it pokes fun of many traditional taboo subjects such as the under a year old Stewie trying to murder his mother, Chris's fear of the monkey in the closet, or Brian's infatuation with his master's wife. It’s a cartoon, like The Simpson’s. Not the same creator.”
Giuliana frowns again, “A fictional show, a drawing?” Natoli nods, and Giuliana continues, “So, the talking dog is fictitious?”
“The entire show is. No one can be as dumb as Peter.”
Giuliana mutters to herself in a low voice, “He hung up on me to watch a fictional show...” A small twitch goes through her, quickly controlled.
Natoli looks at her, “Did you want me to obtain a DVD of it to assist you?”
Giuliana looks at Natoli, “Is this of relevant importance?”
“Only in regards to modern culture.”
The Mekhet contemplates, “Si. Perhaps it will give me insight into the new Prince.”
Without preface, his voice comes over the line, “Am I a pussy?”
Giuliana stifles a laugh, and then finally says into the phone, “No, Signor Prince. Why do you ask?”
“Well apparently because I don’t like the idea of getting on a horse and charging someone with a long wooden or metal pole, I am a pussy.”
She replies quietly into the phone, “Do you refer to jousting?” and catches Natoli’s curious glance.
“Yes. I prefer the version of me sitting safely on the couch, flying my ostrich and collecting eggs.”
“Pardon?”
“I don’t think wanting to sit on my couch and play a safe, non damaging game is a bad thing. I don’t want the city of Tampa to think I am a pussy though... maybe we should hold a horse and pole jousting event. What do you think?”
Giuliana frowns at her phone, “I.... don't think it is a bad idea…”
idea...."
“I don’t have to compete do I? I could just act tough, and claim being Prince means I can’t get harmed or whatever.”
“Of course, Signor Prince. You would watch over the proceedings and judge. I held a joust while I was Prince of Athens. It was a huge success.”
“Ok, next thought to get Tampa back on the map.... what are your thoughts on a contest? I am thinking... “How Hot is your Prince slash Seneschal?”
Giuliana blinks and pulls her phone from her ear to stare at it for a moment, and Lady Augustine looks at her from across the table curiously, “Are you alright?”
She nods, then says into the phone, “I... am uncertain of the appropriateness of such a contest, Signor Prince Slim.”
“You are right...” he sighs into the phone, “probably too early. Couldn’t really hold a swimsuit contest now anyway… Anyways... I was bored and was chatting online with some others and thought I'd call you-“
Giuliana arches a brow, cutting him off, “I have no intention of participating in such an event, Prince Slim.”
Diamondtrim’s laugh comes across the line, “Course not! You would win hands down. But the sport behind it would be fun. Tampa has to have the hottest Prince/Seneschal combo.”
The petite Mekhet's jaw drops for a second, then she regains her composure and says into the phone, “I... ah.... grazie, Prince Slim.”
“Oh look family guy! Call ya back!” The connection is abruptly ended, and Giuliana blinks, looks at her phone, and then pockets it and sighs.
Lady Augustine looks at Giulana, “Typical of a Carthian Prince.”
Giuliana shakes her head, “I think he's high.” She notes, and ignores, Natoli’s struggle to maintain composure, frowning to herself.
Lady Augustine suddenly looks at her watch, a brow going up, “Meeting time, I must be off.” The men at the table stand as she does, reseating themselves, and one of them, Lancaster, looks at Giuliana, “Well, Carthian Prince. That is a thorny situation.”
Giuliana nods to Lancaster, “Apparently he desires to hold a joust....” He nods, and she glances around the table briefly before addressing the entire group, “Umm... so, I have a question.”
Adonis Castle nods questioningly, and she replies, “What is.... family guy?” She says it as if it's a foreign language.
Natoli chuckles, “It's a Television series on Fox.”
Giuliana looks at Natoli with one brow arched, “A television show?”
Adonis quirks a brow, “What is it about?”
Natoli continues, “It features Peter, his wife Lois, kids Stewie, a baby, Meg, and Chris. Their talking dog is Brian.”
Giuliana sits up straighter, her head tilting to one side inquisitively, “Their... talking... dog?” She frowns slightly, murmuring, “I must look into this....”
Lancaster nods, “Hmm… very novel.”
“Despite the low intelligence rating of the show,” Natoli says, “it is quite funny often as it pokes fun of many traditional taboo subjects such as the under a year old Stewie trying to murder his mother, Chris's fear of the monkey in the closet, or Brian's infatuation with his master's wife. It’s a cartoon, like The Simpson’s. Not the same creator.”
Giuliana frowns again, “A fictional show, a drawing?” Natoli nods, and Giuliana continues, “So, the talking dog is fictitious?”
“The entire show is. No one can be as dumb as Peter.”
Giuliana mutters to herself in a low voice, “He hung up on me to watch a fictional show...” A small twitch goes through her, quickly controlled.
Natoli looks at her, “Did you want me to obtain a DVD of it to assist you?”
Giuliana looks at Natoli, “Is this of relevant importance?”
“Only in regards to modern culture.”
The Mekhet contemplates, “Si. Perhaps it will give me insight into the new Prince.”