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anarchist_queen) wrote2011-05-30 04:11 pm
anarchist_queen) wrote2011-05-30 04:11 pm
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Amsterdam, Monday
"Your purse is singing." Sai said, breaking Leda out of her reverie. If by reverie you mean watching a female busker, and not just because of her talent.
"What?" Leda now heard the strains of Pink's version of "Me and Bobby McGee" emanating from her bag. "Oh yeah."
Sai, unlike her friend had not spent two years out in the World, getting familiar with all the gadgets. Cell phones might just as well be magic to her.
Leda reminded herself again to get different ring tones for the different folks who might call her. Though she didn't know if she'd be in the human world long enough for that to matter. Maybe she could get ring tones for her scrying mirror.
"Yello?" she answered her phone. "Well hello Mr. Ambassador! How is the human world treating you?...Uh huh. Yeah we're still on track to get to the wedding. And I believe we'll have an ambassador for England in place by then too. Uh huh. President's daughters are looking forward to meeting me?" She laughed. "Hope he is too....Gotcha. Diane who? Name rings a bell, she's a reporter right? Sure she can interview me....Cool. Oh. Okay. Good to know ahead of time, thanks. Okay let me know if anything changes, and otherwise I'll see you in DC."
She hung up and sighed. "Conversations like that are starting to feel natural." she grumbled. "Sai remind me who and what I am?"
Sai grinned. "You're Leda. Street kid and runaway, native of Bordertown. You don't take any shit from anyone and you're an anarchist intent on bringing down the system from within. You don't believe in titles either."
That felt good. "Just don't let me forget that. Oh, any idea who the West Boro Baptists are?"
"No, sounds like a country band. Why?"
"There's rumors that they plan to protest my visit to Obama."
Now it was Sai's turn to sigh. "Swell."
[Open for calls, texts, or surprise visitors via portalocity.]
"What?" Leda now heard the strains of Pink's version of "Me and Bobby McGee" emanating from her bag. "Oh yeah."
Sai, unlike her friend had not spent two years out in the World, getting familiar with all the gadgets. Cell phones might just as well be magic to her.
Leda reminded herself again to get different ring tones for the different folks who might call her. Though she didn't know if she'd be in the human world long enough for that to matter. Maybe she could get ring tones for her scrying mirror.
"Yello?" she answered her phone. "Well hello Mr. Ambassador! How is the human world treating you?...Uh huh. Yeah we're still on track to get to the wedding. And I believe we'll have an ambassador for England in place by then too. Uh huh. President's daughters are looking forward to meeting me?" She laughed. "Hope he is too....Gotcha. Diane who? Name rings a bell, she's a reporter right? Sure she can interview me....Cool. Oh. Okay. Good to know ahead of time, thanks. Okay let me know if anything changes, and otherwise I'll see you in DC."
She hung up and sighed. "Conversations like that are starting to feel natural." she grumbled. "Sai remind me who and what I am?"
Sai grinned. "You're Leda. Street kid and runaway, native of Bordertown. You don't take any shit from anyone and you're an anarchist intent on bringing down the system from within. You don't believe in titles either."
That felt good. "Just don't let me forget that. Oh, any idea who the West Boro Baptists are?"
"No, sounds like a country band. Why?"
"There's rumors that they plan to protest my visit to Obama."
Now it was Sai's turn to sigh. "Swell."
[Open for calls, texts, or surprise visitors via portalocity.]