Gatlinburg TN, Saturday
Apr. 6th, 2013 04:43 pmFresh 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.]
"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.]