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xp_logs2005-05-09 03:35 pm
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Very Important Errands--Alison and Lorna
On Monday, Alison stages a one woman intervention for Lorna and whisks her away from the mansion and her cellphone to go shopping. Lorna reacts by falling asleep.
Lorna was at an almost zen level of stress these days. It was as though planning for the food at an event 3200 miles away had finally collapsed under its own weight to form a black hole of calm that she existed in, scolding caterers in a voice that was slowing gaining a strange hybrid accent: French-Scots Valley Girl. Her earpiece was a near permanent accessory and probably in danger of becoming one with her head altogether. At the moment, she was babbling in French and typing out recipes to send to the caterers. A meteor could have fallen on her head and she wouldn't have noticed.
The earpiece being disentangled from her ear and pulled away was likely noticed, if only because suddenly someone else was talking beside her in a sweet as can be voice. "Bonjour! Lorna doit aller acheter sa robe pour le mariage maintenant!" Alison chirped into the phone quite cheerfully, adding a coo of amazement before following up with a fervent expression of delight at finally talking to the Great Marcel herself. An equally cheerful 'au revoir!" then followed, Alison beaming down at Lorna. "He says a pretty dress for a pretty woman is a very important thing and will not talk to you until you have one. I like how the French prioritize sometimes."
Alison was rewarded for her interference with an utterly confused stare like that of someone whose world just turned upside down and inside out and no longer looked even remotely familiar. Lorna blinked several times, her mouth moving silently as she tried to process what was going on. Finally she squeaked and fumbled for her earpiece again. "I have to work. I don’t have time for shopping," she protested, pouting when Alison held the earpiece out of her reach.
"He also said something about making sure it showed a lot of leg. I think Chef Marcel thinks you have nice legs. That or he wants many people to be walking into the walls for the entertainment of others." Alison nodded wisely and then took another step back, dangling the earpiece as though it were bait. "My French was horribly accented, wasn't it? He said I had a delightful accent. I think he was just being nice." She paused, eyeing Lorna critically. "You so need a make-over. You look haggard." Another pause. "Is that a wrinkle?"
"It's not so bad. You sound like a New Yorker speaking French." Lorna continued to pout but saved her work anyway. "Chef Marcel would tell you your accent was beautiful if you were speaking Swahili instead." She stood and stretched, listening to her back pop. "I've known him since I was like 10. He totally is not perving on my legs. And I do not look haggard…do I?"
"Haggard. You have bags under your eyes..." Alison leaned forward a bit, holding the earpiece behind her back while staring at Lorna's face in fascination. "Wow. This is, like," the valley girl accent was just too hard to resist, "adding five years to your face. Totally!" Beaming, Alison chucked the earpiece in the corner of a room, whirling
in place to loop one arm with Lorna's to lead her out of the room. "And do I have the perfect solution for you!" It wasn't too hard to keep the Scottish accent Rahne had been teaching her from creeping into her voice. When she paid attention to it.
"Why are you being mean t'me?" Lorna whined as she was lead out of the room. In hall she stopped, planting her feet firmly. "I need my purse. Or there won't be dress buying." And her back-up cell phone was in there too.
"Because being mean to you and taking you out for an afternoon at the spa after some hard shopping makes me just glow with delight." The statement was delivered deadpan, complete with glow of delight. Literally. "I've got it covered. You don't have to worry about a thing, we can sort it out later. Kinda like the time you did that to me, with the spa thing and all, after everything stopped hurting." Alison was smiling at that, not relinquishing her hold though she wasn't about to fight Lorna either. "C'mon. It'll be fun. Just a little break? You and me? Shopping and the spa?"
"You're a sneaky woman who gets her way far too much." Lorna made a face at Alison and gave in, letting Alison propel her down to the garage. She tumbled into Alison's choice of vehicle and made a conscious effort to relax; she was practically vibrating with tension.
"I only get my way when people want me to. That's why I get away with stuff. They know exactly what I'm up to and deep down, want to do exactly what I want them to do anyway. It's just about letting them put up a token fight for appearances' sake." Starting up the car Alison then drove them out of the garage and towards the city with a cheerful hum, waving at the radio for Lorna to find them good music.
"I still say you're a sneaky person." Lorna poked at the stereo for a bit then switched it to the local classical station and leaned back in her chair closing her eyes. "No one ever does what I want them to do unless I bribe them."
"I'm a sneaky honest person. Who missed shopping with you. And who happens to be oh so easily bribable by the mere mention of food." Alison grinned cheerfully at that, humming along to the orchestra, occasionally vocalizing as well. "So the sneaky honest person who drags you along shopping is actually at your beck and call. Innit neat how that works out?"
"Mmm," Lorna agreed, breathing in a slow, even fashion and letting the plans for the wedding run through her head. The menus were printed, place cards too. Everything was going to be fine. "Lucky me."
She sounded so convinced. Alison smiled at the road ahead a touch wryly, keeping her driving far tamer than it usually was for the sake of not giving Lorna any more white hairs than she was already giving herself. "We're booked at the spa in about three hours. It should give us time to track down a few suitable choices for dresses and all."
"Mmmhmm," Lorna agreed again, seduced by the music into a near sleep. She couldn't recall the last time she'd sleep well but told herself that it didn't matter. Still a catnap on the way into the city couldn't hurt. "Tell me when we get there, yeah?"
"Sure thing," Alison replied softly, waiting until Lorna seemed to have settled into sleep to slow down, merging into the slow lane seamlessly while the music drifted peaceably from the radio.
Lorna was at an almost zen level of stress these days. It was as though planning for the food at an event 3200 miles away had finally collapsed under its own weight to form a black hole of calm that she existed in, scolding caterers in a voice that was slowing gaining a strange hybrid accent: French-Scots Valley Girl. Her earpiece was a near permanent accessory and probably in danger of becoming one with her head altogether. At the moment, she was babbling in French and typing out recipes to send to the caterers. A meteor could have fallen on her head and she wouldn't have noticed.
The earpiece being disentangled from her ear and pulled away was likely noticed, if only because suddenly someone else was talking beside her in a sweet as can be voice. "Bonjour! Lorna doit aller acheter sa robe pour le mariage maintenant!" Alison chirped into the phone quite cheerfully, adding a coo of amazement before following up with a fervent expression of delight at finally talking to the Great Marcel herself. An equally cheerful 'au revoir!" then followed, Alison beaming down at Lorna. "He says a pretty dress for a pretty woman is a very important thing and will not talk to you until you have one. I like how the French prioritize sometimes."
Alison was rewarded for her interference with an utterly confused stare like that of someone whose world just turned upside down and inside out and no longer looked even remotely familiar. Lorna blinked several times, her mouth moving silently as she tried to process what was going on. Finally she squeaked and fumbled for her earpiece again. "I have to work. I don’t have time for shopping," she protested, pouting when Alison held the earpiece out of her reach.
"He also said something about making sure it showed a lot of leg. I think Chef Marcel thinks you have nice legs. That or he wants many people to be walking into the walls for the entertainment of others." Alison nodded wisely and then took another step back, dangling the earpiece as though it were bait. "My French was horribly accented, wasn't it? He said I had a delightful accent. I think he was just being nice." She paused, eyeing Lorna critically. "You so need a make-over. You look haggard." Another pause. "Is that a wrinkle?"
"It's not so bad. You sound like a New Yorker speaking French." Lorna continued to pout but saved her work anyway. "Chef Marcel would tell you your accent was beautiful if you were speaking Swahili instead." She stood and stretched, listening to her back pop. "I've known him since I was like 10. He totally is not perving on my legs. And I do not look haggard…do I?"
"Haggard. You have bags under your eyes..." Alison leaned forward a bit, holding the earpiece behind her back while staring at Lorna's face in fascination. "Wow. This is, like," the valley girl accent was just too hard to resist, "adding five years to your face. Totally!" Beaming, Alison chucked the earpiece in the corner of a room, whirling
in place to loop one arm with Lorna's to lead her out of the room. "And do I have the perfect solution for you!" It wasn't too hard to keep the Scottish accent Rahne had been teaching her from creeping into her voice. When she paid attention to it.
"Why are you being mean t'me?" Lorna whined as she was lead out of the room. In hall she stopped, planting her feet firmly. "I need my purse. Or there won't be dress buying." And her back-up cell phone was in there too.
"Because being mean to you and taking you out for an afternoon at the spa after some hard shopping makes me just glow with delight." The statement was delivered deadpan, complete with glow of delight. Literally. "I've got it covered. You don't have to worry about a thing, we can sort it out later. Kinda like the time you did that to me, with the spa thing and all, after everything stopped hurting." Alison was smiling at that, not relinquishing her hold though she wasn't about to fight Lorna either. "C'mon. It'll be fun. Just a little break? You and me? Shopping and the spa?"
"You're a sneaky woman who gets her way far too much." Lorna made a face at Alison and gave in, letting Alison propel her down to the garage. She tumbled into Alison's choice of vehicle and made a conscious effort to relax; she was practically vibrating with tension.
"I only get my way when people want me to. That's why I get away with stuff. They know exactly what I'm up to and deep down, want to do exactly what I want them to do anyway. It's just about letting them put up a token fight for appearances' sake." Starting up the car Alison then drove them out of the garage and towards the city with a cheerful hum, waving at the radio for Lorna to find them good music.
"I still say you're a sneaky person." Lorna poked at the stereo for a bit then switched it to the local classical station and leaned back in her chair closing her eyes. "No one ever does what I want them to do unless I bribe them."
"I'm a sneaky honest person. Who missed shopping with you. And who happens to be oh so easily bribable by the mere mention of food." Alison grinned cheerfully at that, humming along to the orchestra, occasionally vocalizing as well. "So the sneaky honest person who drags you along shopping is actually at your beck and call. Innit neat how that works out?"
"Mmm," Lorna agreed, breathing in a slow, even fashion and letting the plans for the wedding run through her head. The menus were printed, place cards too. Everything was going to be fine. "Lucky me."
She sounded so convinced. Alison smiled at the road ahead a touch wryly, keeping her driving far tamer than it usually was for the sake of not giving Lorna any more white hairs than she was already giving herself. "We're booked at the spa in about three hours. It should give us time to track down a few suitable choices for dresses and all."
"Mmmhmm," Lorna agreed again, seduced by the music into a near sleep. She couldn't recall the last time she'd sleep well but told herself that it didn't matter. Still a catnap on the way into the city couldn't hurt. "Tell me when we get there, yeah?"
"Sure thing," Alison replied softly, waiting until Lorna seemed to have settled into sleep to slow down, merging into the slow lane seamlessly while the music drifted peaceably from the radio.