anarchist_queen: (excuse me?)
Fresh from a very interesting few days in the Cherokee Nation, Leda was catching up on affairs of state via skype.

"The entertainment industry is yelling at us." the Elven Ambassador informed her. "Something about piracy in Bordertown."

"Uhm..." Leda stopped the torrent she was currently downloading. "Piracy? Like, 'arr matey'?"

"It's what they're calling people stealing music or movies. Apparently the theater called The Magic Lantern is playing films and putting on unauthorized stage productions of them at the same time, without paying any money to Hollywood."

"What do they want us to do about it? Bordertown's it's own entity we have no authority there." Thank the Gods.

"Yyyyyes. I've tried explaining that to them. They don't get it."

Leda sighed. "These are the same people who actively encourage sexism and other such notions in their products. I say ignore them and hope they'll go away."

"They may sic laywers on us."

"If they do that then you have my permission to flee back to Faerie as fast as you can."

Meanwhile, in Bordertown...

"How'd you lose your leg?"

The young man they called The Captain had been new in B-Town a week before the border disappeared for a while. He barely had more experience in the city than Ron and Sila, but he already had a decent living going teaching martial arts in Dragontown with Koga and Laura. Ron was taking his class.

Sila meanwhile, in addition to her busking worked at the Magic Lantern providing musical accompaniment to the productions, in case the sound cut out.

Now they were all gathered in the Dancing Ferret for a night of relaxation and music. And a kid fresh from the world had just committed the cardinal sin of asking a B-Towner about their past. It simply wasn't done.

The Captain looked at the kid levelly. His face was often as unreadable as an Elf's. This was one of those times. Surely he would cut the kid some slack for being new.

"I didn't lose it." he said finally. "I still know exactly where it is."

[Leda is available for any messages from any new nieces and/or nephews she may have.]
anarchist_queen: (i will not break)
They had her surrounded, four of them. Most of the folks in the bar had been helpful, friendly even. Even those who weren't were at least courteous. But every town it seemed had someone who had to ruin it for everyone else.

"We know all 'bout yer little magic tricks." the leader, possibly granted such status by dint of having more teeth than the others, spat. "They don't work out here in God's world, do they Fairy?"

He stepped forward, planning...well Leda had no intention of finding out what. The barrel of her gun jabbing hard in his gut stopped him.

"This does."

He suddenly looked less certain of himself. One of his friends stepped hesitantly forward. Without taking her eyes off the man in front of her, Leda pulled out her knife and held it threateningly. "You know the gun is digging into his stomach. You grab me, there's no way he gets out of this without a bullet."

She leaned forward, silver eyes boring into the now frightened gaze of her would be attacker. "I've killed two people in my life." she calmly. "What's your count?"

His friends bolted, and she slowly pulled the gun away. Then pistol whipped him.

When she turned, one of the bar patrons was leaning against the wall. "Whew, that was close." he said. "Fer a moment lass, I thought we were gon te have a major incident on our hands."

"Didn't you used to have a different accent?" Then she looked more closely at him. "You were at the convention."

"Oh I've been nearby since ye left Maryland darlin'." he bowed, mockingly. Reminded her of Iranon. "Call me Tony. 'M on loan from MI-6 to the US military, and they asked me to keep an eye on ye while ye're abroad. Just in case."

Leda sighed. "Makes sense I guess."

"Did ye get the info ye were lookin' fer?"

"Aye laddie, that I did."

[Open for the usual, texts, calls, etc.]

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