Laurie and Pete log
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xp_logsWhen: Saturday 26th May 2007 Time: 4:00pm
Where: Offices of the Snow Valley thinktank.
What Happens Laurie is back early as usual and ends up doing a little exploring while she waits for Amanda.
Laurie was snooping, of course she didn't call it that in her head. No, what she called it was 'surveying the nearby terrain for possible sources of interesting things that I may or may not be supposed to be seeing' but the shorter and much more accurate term was snooping.
Amanda had asked her to stay in the office while she went off to look after something but the sheer temptation to get a better look at the building had been way too much. It was just as she'd found a room with an interesting looking set of documents fanned out on a desk that she heard a door open a little ways down the hall and froze, trying to think of a good reason for being there.
"Right, it's Saturday, nothing's blown up this morning, and I'm having the afternoon off." Pete yelled, as he headed out of his office.
"Call me if anything-". He stopped, registering the open door, and the presence of someone that didn't work for him in the room.
"In deference to the fact that you look about 15, I'll give you ten fucking seconds to tell me who you are, how you got in here, and just what you're doing before I move on to beating it out of you."
"Laurie! I'm Laurie, hi, nice to meet you and um, er...Bathroom! I was looking for the bathroom, to do bathroom type things. I was not at all engaged in cat killing curiosity type things as that would be bad, very bad and thus not to be done. Um, please don't kill me, Mr scary British man." Laurie babbled, frozen in a state somewhere between pants wetting fright and intense embarrassment at getting caught snooping about.
Pete raised an eyebrow.
"Mmmm. This is an office, not a public convenience, you know. How in fuck did you get in in the first place?"
"Amanda! She, um, told me to wait for her in the office because she had to grab something and the others weren't back yet." Laurie replied, reaching up to play with the air scrubber around her neck.
This was good, the whole talking thing. Talking was good, because talking meant he wasn't going to do anything nasty. At least, she hoped he wasn't. She supposed you could do nasty things while also talking but he hadn't moved from where he was. And well, if he really tried to go after her, she supposed she could sleep him till Amanda got back.
A look of relief flashed across Pete's face, and some of the tension went out of his posture. "Ah, an escapee from Charlie's House Of Fun. Sorry, hadn't put the face to the journal." His look turned wry. "And isn't that a fucking unnatural thing to say?"
"Escapee? That's a unique way of looking at it." Laurie replied almost fainting with relief at the change in tone, and she smiled shyly. "And I guess after tales of demon invasions, killing Dinosaurs and being told some of my teachers are part of a secret organisation dedicated to protecting the world from bad guys it's only the most unnatural thing I've heard today."
"Well, I am old, and remember a time when people talked to each other in person, while the got drunk under age and had sex in nightclub corners, instead of meeting someone from three states away via email, flirting via text message and breaking up on YouTube, or whatever it is you teenagers are doing this month. And y'know, back when I was working for Charlie, the Saturdays in New York definitely felt like an escape."
Pete grinned.
"If Amanda's not back yet, she's probably fallen under a pile of Wanda's filing. You want a drink or anything, while we wait for her to dig herself out?"
"Wow, you are old." Laurie replied, grin widening. "Underage drinking is so last week. These days it's taking ecstacy and having sex in nightclub corners."
Okay, so much less scary when he knew who you were and didn't think you were some spy sent to do whatever. Although, spy at sixteen? That would've been kinda weird, but she supposed it could happen.
"A drink sounds good though. You got juice?"
"Probably." Pete shrugged, heading for the kitchen, closing the office door behind them. "So what've you been doing with your time in New York, then? Besides nearly giving me a heart attack?"
"Wandering mostly." Laurie replied, following along behind Pete with a curious glance at their surroundings as they went. "There's a lot of city and one day usually doesn't cover you for more then a brief look. Went to Central Park today to feed the ducks. Well, okay, to watch people too. People don't really see strangers when they talk to each other, and you can hear the most amazing things. Public transport is fantastic for that sort of thing."
She blushed slightly as she realised how strange and possibly disturbing that must sound, and it wasn't like she was some kind of stalker.
"Me, I like wandering about the town at night. There's something about New York at 3 in the morning. Used to love being over here and jetlagged. You can hear some pretty sodding fascinating stuff at that time in the morning, too."
Pete pushed the kitchen door open. "There's bound to be some kind of juice in the fridge - help yourself"
He waved a hand, indicating the fridge as he garbbed a glass from a cupboard, and went to refill his coffee.
"So, you learn anything interesting in the park?"
"People are weird. I saw this one couple, the guy had obviously chosen the park to break up with her and she started screaming about how God wouldn't do this to her. I was kinda amused that he'd obviously thought she wouldn't make a scene if it was public." Laurie replied, hunting around in the fridge for juice. She held up a bottle of apple juice triumphantly. "Huzzah! I have hunted and have thus gathered apple juice. Let it never be said that women cannot hunt again!"
"Jesus - he's clearly never met any of the women I used to date. I went out with this actress, and she fucking *loved* making a scene in public. I swear to god, she used to save up reasons to be pissed off at me until we were somewhere that everyone could see us fight."
He took a swig of his coffee. "'Course, I was young and stupid, then."
"So, now you're old and wise?" Laurie asked, grinning as she poured herself some juice. "Or just old?"
"Don't make me regret skipping the horrible beatings, sunbeam." Pete growled, before smirking at her. "Wise enough not to date the visibly insane, obviously. Although, now I think of it, my current girlfriend did shoot me once. And nearly crush my windpipe another time. Although I deserved the second one."
He paused. "But enough about my lovelife. When you're not eavesdropping on total strangers, what do you do for fun?"
"Hmm, let's see. Riding horses, visiting places of cultural significance, movie theatres count as cultural significance, right? I fully believe that watching Jack Sparrow lurch across the screen in a drunken stupur is a learning experience." Laurie replied, counting off on her fingers as she did so. "Oh! And getting my friends to try new weird and wonderful foods. Vietnamese cuisine was the most fun, I think. How about you? What do you do for fun when you're not here?"
Pete blinked.
"I read a lot of books, and drink very expensive scotch. Go to the odd gig, if someone good is playing in town. Once in a while, I go to the ballet."
"You go to the ballet?" Laurie exclaimed, and then blushed. "Not that I think, um, I'm sure, that is to say... I've never been to the ballet."
Pete shrugged. "Yeah. I had an instructor years ago who drilled it in to me that serious ballet technique was the thing to study if you want really to learn all the best ways to move a human body. Martial arts will only take you so far, so past a certain point he taught me to supplement them with ballet. I'm not very good, but I can appreciate people who are."
He flashed her another grin. "Plus, I like seeing the look on people's faces when I tell them I enjoy ballet."
You don't really look like the type that would enjoy it." Laurie admitted, smiling. "Although, I suppose that's the whole point. Most people don't really look much like what they are. Least, not unless you're telepathic, I guess."
Laurie took a sip of her apple juice, and then wrinkled her nose. It wasn't very good apple juice, she preferred the fresh squeezed kind, the stuff that came in bottles usually had all sorts of preservatives. She wondered if Amanda would be looking for her, she should probably check. After the last time she'd worried her, she didn't want a repeat performance.
"I should probably get back" she said, after she'd swallowed the juice. "Otherwise Amanda is going to totally ban me from all future bus trips for making her go grey prematurely."
Pete nodded. "Fair enough. If she gives you a hard time, though, tell her I said to remind her that she did far worse than turn up late for a bus when she was at Xavier's."
"Will do." Laurie replied, grinning as she finished off her juice. "Thanks for keeping me company. It was cool."
Where: Offices of the Snow Valley thinktank.
What Happens Laurie is back early as usual and ends up doing a little exploring while she waits for Amanda.
Laurie was snooping, of course she didn't call it that in her head. No, what she called it was 'surveying the nearby terrain for possible sources of interesting things that I may or may not be supposed to be seeing' but the shorter and much more accurate term was snooping.
Amanda had asked her to stay in the office while she went off to look after something but the sheer temptation to get a better look at the building had been way too much. It was just as she'd found a room with an interesting looking set of documents fanned out on a desk that she heard a door open a little ways down the hall and froze, trying to think of a good reason for being there.
"Right, it's Saturday, nothing's blown up this morning, and I'm having the afternoon off." Pete yelled, as he headed out of his office.
"Call me if anything-". He stopped, registering the open door, and the presence of someone that didn't work for him in the room.
"In deference to the fact that you look about 15, I'll give you ten fucking seconds to tell me who you are, how you got in here, and just what you're doing before I move on to beating it out of you."
"Laurie! I'm Laurie, hi, nice to meet you and um, er...Bathroom! I was looking for the bathroom, to do bathroom type things. I was not at all engaged in cat killing curiosity type things as that would be bad, very bad and thus not to be done. Um, please don't kill me, Mr scary British man." Laurie babbled, frozen in a state somewhere between pants wetting fright and intense embarrassment at getting caught snooping about.
Pete raised an eyebrow.
"Mmmm. This is an office, not a public convenience, you know. How in fuck did you get in in the first place?"
"Amanda! She, um, told me to wait for her in the office because she had to grab something and the others weren't back yet." Laurie replied, reaching up to play with the air scrubber around her neck.
This was good, the whole talking thing. Talking was good, because talking meant he wasn't going to do anything nasty. At least, she hoped he wasn't. She supposed you could do nasty things while also talking but he hadn't moved from where he was. And well, if he really tried to go after her, she supposed she could sleep him till Amanda got back.
A look of relief flashed across Pete's face, and some of the tension went out of his posture. "Ah, an escapee from Charlie's House Of Fun. Sorry, hadn't put the face to the journal." His look turned wry. "And isn't that a fucking unnatural thing to say?"
"Escapee? That's a unique way of looking at it." Laurie replied almost fainting with relief at the change in tone, and she smiled shyly. "And I guess after tales of demon invasions, killing Dinosaurs and being told some of my teachers are part of a secret organisation dedicated to protecting the world from bad guys it's only the most unnatural thing I've heard today."
"Well, I am old, and remember a time when people talked to each other in person, while the got drunk under age and had sex in nightclub corners, instead of meeting someone from three states away via email, flirting via text message and breaking up on YouTube, or whatever it is you teenagers are doing this month. And y'know, back when I was working for Charlie, the Saturdays in New York definitely felt like an escape."
Pete grinned.
"If Amanda's not back yet, she's probably fallen under a pile of Wanda's filing. You want a drink or anything, while we wait for her to dig herself out?"
"Wow, you are old." Laurie replied, grin widening. "Underage drinking is so last week. These days it's taking ecstacy and having sex in nightclub corners."
Okay, so much less scary when he knew who you were and didn't think you were some spy sent to do whatever. Although, spy at sixteen? That would've been kinda weird, but she supposed it could happen.
"A drink sounds good though. You got juice?"
"Probably." Pete shrugged, heading for the kitchen, closing the office door behind them. "So what've you been doing with your time in New York, then? Besides nearly giving me a heart attack?"
"Wandering mostly." Laurie replied, following along behind Pete with a curious glance at their surroundings as they went. "There's a lot of city and one day usually doesn't cover you for more then a brief look. Went to Central Park today to feed the ducks. Well, okay, to watch people too. People don't really see strangers when they talk to each other, and you can hear the most amazing things. Public transport is fantastic for that sort of thing."
She blushed slightly as she realised how strange and possibly disturbing that must sound, and it wasn't like she was some kind of stalker.
"Me, I like wandering about the town at night. There's something about New York at 3 in the morning. Used to love being over here and jetlagged. You can hear some pretty sodding fascinating stuff at that time in the morning, too."
Pete pushed the kitchen door open. "There's bound to be some kind of juice in the fridge - help yourself"
He waved a hand, indicating the fridge as he garbbed a glass from a cupboard, and went to refill his coffee.
"So, you learn anything interesting in the park?"
"People are weird. I saw this one couple, the guy had obviously chosen the park to break up with her and she started screaming about how God wouldn't do this to her. I was kinda amused that he'd obviously thought she wouldn't make a scene if it was public." Laurie replied, hunting around in the fridge for juice. She held up a bottle of apple juice triumphantly. "Huzzah! I have hunted and have thus gathered apple juice. Let it never be said that women cannot hunt again!"
"Jesus - he's clearly never met any of the women I used to date. I went out with this actress, and she fucking *loved* making a scene in public. I swear to god, she used to save up reasons to be pissed off at me until we were somewhere that everyone could see us fight."
He took a swig of his coffee. "'Course, I was young and stupid, then."
"So, now you're old and wise?" Laurie asked, grinning as she poured herself some juice. "Or just old?"
"Don't make me regret skipping the horrible beatings, sunbeam." Pete growled, before smirking at her. "Wise enough not to date the visibly insane, obviously. Although, now I think of it, my current girlfriend did shoot me once. And nearly crush my windpipe another time. Although I deserved the second one."
He paused. "But enough about my lovelife. When you're not eavesdropping on total strangers, what do you do for fun?"
"Hmm, let's see. Riding horses, visiting places of cultural significance, movie theatres count as cultural significance, right? I fully believe that watching Jack Sparrow lurch across the screen in a drunken stupur is a learning experience." Laurie replied, counting off on her fingers as she did so. "Oh! And getting my friends to try new weird and wonderful foods. Vietnamese cuisine was the most fun, I think. How about you? What do you do for fun when you're not here?"
Pete blinked.
"I read a lot of books, and drink very expensive scotch. Go to the odd gig, if someone good is playing in town. Once in a while, I go to the ballet."
"You go to the ballet?" Laurie exclaimed, and then blushed. "Not that I think, um, I'm sure, that is to say... I've never been to the ballet."
Pete shrugged. "Yeah. I had an instructor years ago who drilled it in to me that serious ballet technique was the thing to study if you want really to learn all the best ways to move a human body. Martial arts will only take you so far, so past a certain point he taught me to supplement them with ballet. I'm not very good, but I can appreciate people who are."
He flashed her another grin. "Plus, I like seeing the look on people's faces when I tell them I enjoy ballet."
You don't really look like the type that would enjoy it." Laurie admitted, smiling. "Although, I suppose that's the whole point. Most people don't really look much like what they are. Least, not unless you're telepathic, I guess."
Laurie took a sip of her apple juice, and then wrinkled her nose. It wasn't very good apple juice, she preferred the fresh squeezed kind, the stuff that came in bottles usually had all sorts of preservatives. She wondered if Amanda would be looking for her, she should probably check. After the last time she'd worried her, she didn't want a repeat performance.
"I should probably get back" she said, after she'd swallowed the juice. "Otherwise Amanda is going to totally ban me from all future bus trips for making her go grey prematurely."
Pete nodded. "Fair enough. If she gives you a hard time, though, tell her I said to remind her that she did far worse than turn up late for a bus when she was at Xavier's."
"Will do." Laurie replied, grinning as she finished off her juice. "Thanks for keeping me company. It was cool."
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