The phones were working. That warranted a trip out into the woods, under the pretense of going out for a ride with the Lady Morgana, to see how well their connection held up in Camelot. Contact some friends
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Oh pfft, like Francine was going to wait for any of them to call her. "You are so a dork and wow, I really hope you didn't get your phone confiscated. If you confiscated this phone, this is totally a wrong number and I have no idea whose phone this is. Not that you know what a phone is."
"Staying in a place where the hotel rooms are little person-sized tubes and the management wants me to put a fish in my ear which all in all kind of makes me miss Wales. And yet? Still better than the last stop on this trip." And yet? All delivered in a tone of voice indicating that today was the Best. Day. Ever.
Re: Call! - Arthurbitch_princeMay 27 2010, 03:28:25 UTC
Coming from Francine, the cheer was marginally less terrifying than Katchoo's would be in about... five minutes or so. You know. The scare-him-into-British-politics cheer. "Dinah told me all about dropping a building on someone," he said, carefully. "In the previous one. Why did you think this would be a good idea, again?"
"Because he was a creepy sorcerer with bad facial hair and tried to kidnap her? Besides, I didn't tell her to drop a building on him," Francine protested. "I was hiding, like a sane person."
"Oh." So we could spend a couple months not staring at a Fandom that didn't have you guys in it, Prince Dorkface. She was kind, though maybe only to herself, and didn't say that.
"Well, that last one wasn't on purpose. It was supposed to be a nice safe trip to modern day San Francisco. See the Golden Gate Bridge. Marvel at all the married gay people who still haven't destroyed civilization. That kind of thing."
Or surreal. Two days ago she hadn't been sure they'd ever be heard from again, and now he was offering to be Royal at travel agents for her. "I think everything's okay now? They said they were sorry, and they're putting us up for free at their terminal thingy until they fix whatever went wrong." In the tube-rooms with the ear-fish, but free was free. "The food's good, at least?"
Re: Call! - Arthurbitch_princeMay 27 2010, 04:08:07 UTC
"Mm," Arthur said - or rather hummed - as if he was just lining up the reasons to run Portalocity out of business for good. Which he sort of was, but. Hush. "That's the absolute least they could do."
Because not everyone has more money than Lot of Orkney, Arthur. Though if he sat Francine down and told her just how much was actually in the account for their schooling, it might be a while before she stood back up again.
"We're meant to be going to Dinah's next. That should be easy, at least." Somewhere, the god of ironic set-up lines facepalmed and complained that these Fandom kids never gave him any challenges.
Re: Call! - Arthurbitch_princeMay 27 2010, 16:28:59 UTC
She could always ask Katchoo about that. Arthur wasn't fond of the idea of spending a lot of time throwing numbers at her.
"You do realise," he answered, dry as hell, "That you are going to Dinah's next." He was hoping that repeating her words in his tone might jar loose whatever denial she had going on.
... although Dinah's world had been rather good for Arthur in the in-his-trousers sense.
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Sighing took priority over all else.
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"Oh good. I was afraid I'd never hear you roll your eyes at me again!"
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"Well, that last one wasn't on purpose. It was supposed to be a nice safe trip to modern day San Francisco. See the Golden Gate Bridge. Marvel at all the married gay people who still haven't destroyed civilization. That kind of thing."
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But there was only one plausible answer for the other part.
"Do you need me to speak to Portalocity?"
Never had those words sounded so looming.
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"We're meant to be going to Dinah's next. That should be easy, at least." Somewhere, the god of ironic set-up lines facepalmed and complained that these Fandom kids never gave him any challenges.
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"You do realise," he answered, dry as hell, "That you are going to Dinah's next." He was hoping that repeating her words in his tone might jar loose whatever denial she had going on.
... although Dinah's world had been rather good for Arthur in the in-his-trousers sense.
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