Friday Banshee
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lavandarlizard2Something of relative substance ahead of the weekend. ^____^ My darling dragonet (he has informed me that only girls get the "te" on the end of that word. *snork!) has the weekend off and has commanded entertainment. Given my state of poverty, that will consist of walking around the farmer's market and possibly Walmart. Yeah, we're real party animals here. ^____^
Good weekend, y'all. Don't drink or drug and drive. ^___~
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
After lunch we all returned to our explorations. I switched over to Cathy’s team to make things a bit more interesting, as well as to get an idea of the upper floors for myself. Both of the boys – well, young men – chose to stick with Beren. The shiny gadgets win every time. Karl was happy to join me with Cathy and the rest.
They had completed the attics – yes, plural – and the fourth floor and about half of the third floor, so I mostly got to see a lot of closed rooms and shrouded furniture up there.
“Most of these rooms have been closed for years,” Gisela explained. “As you can imagine, heating this pile is out of the question these days, even with the fireplaces. When we came to live here, Vivian had her bedroom on the ground floor, so she didn’t have to deal with the stairs, you know. We just took over the second floor.” She smiled at her memories. “I miss Vivian, but I’m glad she didn’t see what Miles has turned into. Anyway, there was more than enough room for us there. Miles had a office and the kids had an enormous playroom.”
Breeze blurted out, “Mom even let me make one room into a closet! It’s great!”
Karl snickered beside me. “My darling niece is a power shopper. But she never pays retail.”
“Darn right!” Breeze laughed. “Grandma Fredericka always said that.”
“My Grandfather was in the business,” explained Gisela with a smirk. “I learned early how to tell a deal from a scam.” She sobered then, and I wondered if she might be thinking of the scam she married.
“A good skill to have,” I murmured.
Breeze caught Inazuma’s arm. “Come see the closet!” He grinned at me and followed her willingly. Inazuma likes shopping, so he’d probably enjoy the experience.
I turned back to Cathy. “Need any help?”
“As a matter of fact, how about if I call and you log?” She slid a device across the floor to me. “It responds to the voice of the person holding it.”
I picked it up as Karl peered over my shoulder. The screen lit up, displaying a list of the previously entered inventory. “Cool. Is it magic or technology?” It didn’t really matter, but I do like to know what I’m using.
“Magically enhanced technology. Beren’s youngest devised it about ten years ago; he’s a really bright kid.”
“No kidding,” muttered Karl admiringly.
“Let’s hit it, guys. Time’s a-wasting.” She showed some friendly teeth and began to recite what she was seeing. I echoed her and watched the words appear on the tiny screen. Nice.
Gisela identified each item by its owner and Cathy explained that she would sort the master list by owner once she was back at her office. When the crews arrived, they would have magical lists that would identify the various items so that each person’s property would be nested separately for packing. Super-nice. I wanted to be there when they worked; I was curious to watch the nesting procedure. Then I realized that I could demand a demonstration from Trowa. I found myself mildly annoyed that he had never elaborated on this whole nesting thing before.
We worked our way through the rest of the third floor and caught up with Inazuma and Breeze on the second floor. The closet was indeed awe-inspiring. I have never seen so many pairs of shoes before in my life. Even Karl looked stunned.
“Holy Imelda Marcos…” he breathed. “Jesus Christ, Breeze!”
“They’re not all mine,” she shot back. “That section is Mom’s.”
He turned to stare at Gisela. She shrugged. “What? You know I like shoes.”
“Crap. It’s genetic.”
“Of course it is,” she smiled and patted his cheek. “Don’t you remember Mama’s shoe closet?”
Karl groaned while the rest of us snickered.
“Okay,” said Cathy, “Since this room is so nicely divided already, we’ll just mark the various sections. I can see that this one is Breeze’s and this is yours, Gisela?”
“Guilty,” she sighed. “The rats’ nests are the boys’ and that one is Miles’. Is it possible to box his section so I can get it out of here?”
Cathy sat back on her haunches thoughtfully. “My nesting skills don’t compare to the current crop of interns, but if you’ve got… say, six medium-sized boxes, I can nest this into them today before we leave.”
“That would be wonderful. I really don’t want him back in the house, if it can be helped.”
Cathy cocked her head in sympathy. “Totally understand. No problem. I’ll box and I imagine this charming gentleman-“ she waved a paw at Karl “-will be happy to deliver them to your soon-to-be former mate.” Karl rolled his eyes, but grinned.
“Oh, just one thing… When he opens the boxes, the nesting magic dissipates unless one of the Clan or a Wizard is there to control it.”
“Wait… You mean Miles’ stuff will… explode out of the boxes?” I blurted out.
“Yup.” There were those really pointy teeth again. Everyone stared at her for a good five seconds, before Gisela began to laugh.
“Oh, yes! Oh, absolutely! I’ll even warn him, but he’ll ignore me.”
She and Cathy shared a sisterly smirk.
Once again, I am really glad I prefer males to females.
Good weekend, y'all. Don't drink or drug and drive. ^___~
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
After lunch we all returned to our explorations. I switched over to Cathy’s team to make things a bit more interesting, as well as to get an idea of the upper floors for myself. Both of the boys – well, young men – chose to stick with Beren. The shiny gadgets win every time. Karl was happy to join me with Cathy and the rest.
They had completed the attics – yes, plural – and the fourth floor and about half of the third floor, so I mostly got to see a lot of closed rooms and shrouded furniture up there.
“Most of these rooms have been closed for years,” Gisela explained. “As you can imagine, heating this pile is out of the question these days, even with the fireplaces. When we came to live here, Vivian had her bedroom on the ground floor, so she didn’t have to deal with the stairs, you know. We just took over the second floor.” She smiled at her memories. “I miss Vivian, but I’m glad she didn’t see what Miles has turned into. Anyway, there was more than enough room for us there. Miles had a office and the kids had an enormous playroom.”
Breeze blurted out, “Mom even let me make one room into a closet! It’s great!”
Karl snickered beside me. “My darling niece is a power shopper. But she never pays retail.”
“Darn right!” Breeze laughed. “Grandma Fredericka always said that.”
“My Grandfather was in the business,” explained Gisela with a smirk. “I learned early how to tell a deal from a scam.” She sobered then, and I wondered if she might be thinking of the scam she married.
“A good skill to have,” I murmured.
Breeze caught Inazuma’s arm. “Come see the closet!” He grinned at me and followed her willingly. Inazuma likes shopping, so he’d probably enjoy the experience.
I turned back to Cathy. “Need any help?”
“As a matter of fact, how about if I call and you log?” She slid a device across the floor to me. “It responds to the voice of the person holding it.”
I picked it up as Karl peered over my shoulder. The screen lit up, displaying a list of the previously entered inventory. “Cool. Is it magic or technology?” It didn’t really matter, but I do like to know what I’m using.
“Magically enhanced technology. Beren’s youngest devised it about ten years ago; he’s a really bright kid.”
“No kidding,” muttered Karl admiringly.
“Let’s hit it, guys. Time’s a-wasting.” She showed some friendly teeth and began to recite what she was seeing. I echoed her and watched the words appear on the tiny screen. Nice.
Gisela identified each item by its owner and Cathy explained that she would sort the master list by owner once she was back at her office. When the crews arrived, they would have magical lists that would identify the various items so that each person’s property would be nested separately for packing. Super-nice. I wanted to be there when they worked; I was curious to watch the nesting procedure. Then I realized that I could demand a demonstration from Trowa. I found myself mildly annoyed that he had never elaborated on this whole nesting thing before.
We worked our way through the rest of the third floor and caught up with Inazuma and Breeze on the second floor. The closet was indeed awe-inspiring. I have never seen so many pairs of shoes before in my life. Even Karl looked stunned.
“Holy Imelda Marcos…” he breathed. “Jesus Christ, Breeze!”
“They’re not all mine,” she shot back. “That section is Mom’s.”
He turned to stare at Gisela. She shrugged. “What? You know I like shoes.”
“Crap. It’s genetic.”
“Of course it is,” she smiled and patted his cheek. “Don’t you remember Mama’s shoe closet?”
Karl groaned while the rest of us snickered.
“Okay,” said Cathy, “Since this room is so nicely divided already, we’ll just mark the various sections. I can see that this one is Breeze’s and this is yours, Gisela?”
“Guilty,” she sighed. “The rats’ nests are the boys’ and that one is Miles’. Is it possible to box his section so I can get it out of here?”
Cathy sat back on her haunches thoughtfully. “My nesting skills don’t compare to the current crop of interns, but if you’ve got… say, six medium-sized boxes, I can nest this into them today before we leave.”
“That would be wonderful. I really don’t want him back in the house, if it can be helped.”
Cathy cocked her head in sympathy. “Totally understand. No problem. I’ll box and I imagine this charming gentleman-“ she waved a paw at Karl “-will be happy to deliver them to your soon-to-be former mate.” Karl rolled his eyes, but grinned.
“Oh, just one thing… When he opens the boxes, the nesting magic dissipates unless one of the Clan or a Wizard is there to control it.”
“Wait… You mean Miles’ stuff will… explode out of the boxes?” I blurted out.
“Yup.” There were those really pointy teeth again. Everyone stared at her for a good five seconds, before Gisela began to laugh.
“Oh, yes! Oh, absolutely! I’ll even warn him, but he’ll ignore me.”
She and Cathy shared a sisterly smirk.
Once again, I am really glad I prefer males to females.
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Date: 2010-09-05 06:20 pm (UTC)