![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
x-pressive.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
xp_logsOn Wednesday, Medusa comes to visit her favorite DJ to catch up.
After her talk with Nathan, Medusa was in a brighter mood than she had been in ages. The drive into the city had seemed to take no time at all and before she knew it, she was pulling up in front of yet another familiar building. "No need to wait," she said with a small smile towards the driver. "I will call when I need to be picked up." Sweeping out of the black sedan, she breezed through the doorway to Snow Valley.
Mark sat at the front desk, tapping it with a pen in sync with drum beat Natasha Bedingfield's emotional appeal to the hot men of the world to let her bear their children. Still in a slight haze from the previous evening, he didn't notice the visitor until she'd approached his desk. And it then took him another second to realize who it was. "Do mine eyes deceive me?" he asked, dropping the pen and jumping out of his seat.
"That depends on what you think you are seeing and how many drugs you consumed before I arrived," the redhead replied, her hair flaring out as her smile grew. "Do you have time to catch up with an old friend, or will I be tearing you from something terribly important?"
"So tell me about the latest excitement in your life. My life has become boring since we returned to the appropriate dimension, so I must live vicariously through my friends as I am no longer able to have so many of my own adventures," Medusa said as the pair walked out of the building.
Mark quickly hailed a cab, much to the consternation of the other suits who'd been out waiting in the cold. "Restaurant Row, please." He held a door open for Medusa and then hopped in. "So no evil stepmothers and singing forest creatures? How disillusioning. Me? Oh you know, same old same old. Met someone last night." He grinned.
"There was an apple, but I decided maybe I should not eat the fruit," Medusa said with a smile as she settled comfortably into the cab. "And you met someone? Really? I need details, of course."
"So, okay, I had to go the mansion yesterday, right?" Mark leaned in conspiratorially, like they were teammates on a stakeout. "Didn't have a ride back. Do you know Doctor Farouk?"
"I have heard of his work, but I do not really know the man himself," Medusa replied, her face taking on a neutral expression, hoping beyond all belief that Mark wasn't about to disclose the beginnings of a relationship with the Egyptian. She may not have known much about Farouk, but he and Mark didn't seem to be a good fit in her mind.
There may have been no judgment on her face, but he perceived a change in her smile, and he had to bite back a laugh. He paused for a moment before clarifying. "Well, he has a personal assistant. A Smithers to his Burns, in a way. Esteban gave me a ride home, and one thing led to another, and now I own my first silk shirt." He indicated the shirt he wore underneath his jacket.
Smithers to his Burns... Medusa delicately arched an eyebrow, her face still holding no judgment. "I see," she said. "How interesting. That was rather...speedy. What is he like, this silk shirt buying man you are now smitten with? Aside from his excellent taste," she said reaching out with a tendril of hair to rub across the silk of Mark's shirt, "in both shirts and men, what do you know about him?"
"It's not like I'm singin' from the rooftops about him. It's just, you know, a thing." Mark shrugged. Maybe he'd finally met a queen who didn't appreciate talking about casual encounters. "Not that I don't wanna see him again or whatever, but I don't think we're quite right for each other that way."
"So long as you are having fun, that is all that matters," Medusa said with a shrug. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable per say talking about casual encounters, she just didn't understand them or have much experience with them herself.
"So. My proclivities aside." Desperate to change the subject. "Regality isn't suiting you? You were kinda complaining about that when you came to visit in August."
"It's just boring sometimes. Bureaucracy is not particularly challenging, especially as my role is more of a figure head at this point than anything. However, I believe I have now set things up to have some more interesting items cross my path. I will be spending more time in New York in the near future." Her eyes twinkled as she the cab pulled to a stop. "And I need someone to help me select an appropriate place for a temporary residence."
Mark paid the driver and offered a handsome tip. Not that it would impress Medusa, but it was the image that counted. "Well, you've come to the right person. I know this city better than anyone else. Can't afford most of it, but, you know, I think you'll be fine there."
Medusa nodded, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of her purse. "Nothing too extravagant, really, just a place I can keep some belongings and rest comfortably."
"Yeah, but I think you might be more comfortable in a place that's not a tenement or starving artist one-room apartment." Avoid the true New York experience, he thought. He held open the door to a small Italian restaurant and followed Medusa inside. It was a bare place, not well decorated, but the aroma of fresh squeezed olive oil and bread right out of the oven hit them as soon as they passed over the threshold.
Medusa's hair shuddered slightly, though the royal herself didn't change expression. "It will have to of course be respectable. And have room for my shoes." She smiled as the host pulled her chair out for her.
"Then you might just want a warehouse," Mark replied with a smirk. "So what exactly is bringing you to New York? Wanderlust aside."
"I am going to be resuming my involvement with Elpis," Medusa said as she glanced over the menu. "Charity work is a very respectable occupation for a royal, after all. And I just happen to know of an organization which has already found my skills beneficial."
Mark's ears perked. "Oh, with John?" he asked. "Haven't seen him in weeks. Tell him I say hi. Very Princess Di of you."
"I have not had much opportunity to work with Jonathan, but I shall be sure to pass on your greetings," Medusa said. "As for the similarities to Princess Di...well, let us just hope it ends with the charity work," she added with a wink.
The waiter came and poured them wine, and Mark raised his glass. "To not becoming the subject of a remade Elton John song. Cheers."
After her talk with Nathan, Medusa was in a brighter mood than she had been in ages. The drive into the city had seemed to take no time at all and before she knew it, she was pulling up in front of yet another familiar building. "No need to wait," she said with a small smile towards the driver. "I will call when I need to be picked up." Sweeping out of the black sedan, she breezed through the doorway to Snow Valley.
Mark sat at the front desk, tapping it with a pen in sync with drum beat Natasha Bedingfield's emotional appeal to the hot men of the world to let her bear their children. Still in a slight haze from the previous evening, he didn't notice the visitor until she'd approached his desk. And it then took him another second to realize who it was. "Do mine eyes deceive me?" he asked, dropping the pen and jumping out of his seat.
"That depends on what you think you are seeing and how many drugs you consumed before I arrived," the redhead replied, her hair flaring out as her smile grew. "Do you have time to catch up with an old friend, or will I be tearing you from something terribly important?"
"So tell me about the latest excitement in your life. My life has become boring since we returned to the appropriate dimension, so I must live vicariously through my friends as I am no longer able to have so many of my own adventures," Medusa said as the pair walked out of the building.
Mark quickly hailed a cab, much to the consternation of the other suits who'd been out waiting in the cold. "Restaurant Row, please." He held a door open for Medusa and then hopped in. "So no evil stepmothers and singing forest creatures? How disillusioning. Me? Oh you know, same old same old. Met someone last night." He grinned.
"There was an apple, but I decided maybe I should not eat the fruit," Medusa said with a smile as she settled comfortably into the cab. "And you met someone? Really? I need details, of course."
"So, okay, I had to go the mansion yesterday, right?" Mark leaned in conspiratorially, like they were teammates on a stakeout. "Didn't have a ride back. Do you know Doctor Farouk?"
"I have heard of his work, but I do not really know the man himself," Medusa replied, her face taking on a neutral expression, hoping beyond all belief that Mark wasn't about to disclose the beginnings of a relationship with the Egyptian. She may not have known much about Farouk, but he and Mark didn't seem to be a good fit in her mind.
There may have been no judgment on her face, but he perceived a change in her smile, and he had to bite back a laugh. He paused for a moment before clarifying. "Well, he has a personal assistant. A Smithers to his Burns, in a way. Esteban gave me a ride home, and one thing led to another, and now I own my first silk shirt." He indicated the shirt he wore underneath his jacket.
Smithers to his Burns... Medusa delicately arched an eyebrow, her face still holding no judgment. "I see," she said. "How interesting. That was rather...speedy. What is he like, this silk shirt buying man you are now smitten with? Aside from his excellent taste," she said reaching out with a tendril of hair to rub across the silk of Mark's shirt, "in both shirts and men, what do you know about him?"
"It's not like I'm singin' from the rooftops about him. It's just, you know, a thing." Mark shrugged. Maybe he'd finally met a queen who didn't appreciate talking about casual encounters. "Not that I don't wanna see him again or whatever, but I don't think we're quite right for each other that way."
"So long as you are having fun, that is all that matters," Medusa said with a shrug. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable per say talking about casual encounters, she just didn't understand them or have much experience with them herself.
"So. My proclivities aside." Desperate to change the subject. "Regality isn't suiting you? You were kinda complaining about that when you came to visit in August."
"It's just boring sometimes. Bureaucracy is not particularly challenging, especially as my role is more of a figure head at this point than anything. However, I believe I have now set things up to have some more interesting items cross my path. I will be spending more time in New York in the near future." Her eyes twinkled as she the cab pulled to a stop. "And I need someone to help me select an appropriate place for a temporary residence."
Mark paid the driver and offered a handsome tip. Not that it would impress Medusa, but it was the image that counted. "Well, you've come to the right person. I know this city better than anyone else. Can't afford most of it, but, you know, I think you'll be fine there."
Medusa nodded, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of her purse. "Nothing too extravagant, really, just a place I can keep some belongings and rest comfortably."
"Yeah, but I think you might be more comfortable in a place that's not a tenement or starving artist one-room apartment." Avoid the true New York experience, he thought. He held open the door to a small Italian restaurant and followed Medusa inside. It was a bare place, not well decorated, but the aroma of fresh squeezed olive oil and bread right out of the oven hit them as soon as they passed over the threshold.
Medusa's hair shuddered slightly, though the royal herself didn't change expression. "It will have to of course be respectable. And have room for my shoes." She smiled as the host pulled her chair out for her.
"Then you might just want a warehouse," Mark replied with a smirk. "So what exactly is bringing you to New York? Wanderlust aside."
"I am going to be resuming my involvement with Elpis," Medusa said as she glanced over the menu. "Charity work is a very respectable occupation for a royal, after all. And I just happen to know of an organization which has already found my skills beneficial."
Mark's ears perked. "Oh, with John?" he asked. "Haven't seen him in weeks. Tell him I say hi. Very Princess Di of you."
"I have not had much opportunity to work with Jonathan, but I shall be sure to pass on your greetings," Medusa said. "As for the similarities to Princess Di...well, let us just hope it ends with the charity work," she added with a wink.
The waiter came and poured them wine, and Mark raised his glass. "To not becoming the subject of a remade Elton John song. Cheers."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}