Amanda, Monet - Monday afternoon
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xp_logsIn between the work on the Strucker matter, Amanda gets a call from Monet, asking for a favour.
Monet glared at the phone. She was seriously considering hunting down and killing whoever had chosen Snow Valley's hold music. She sighed in relief as the phone was picked up. "Hey, Amanda, mate, look, I've got a bit of a favour to ask you."
"What is it?" Amanda asked, somewhat cautiously. Monet had turned over a new leaf, sure, but she did still have a tendency to think about herself before all others first. "'Cause I only do breaking and entering for good these days."
"It's a good thing I'm a good cause then, isn't it?" Monet took a deep breath. "Look, youse are all. Ack." She caught herself and the bloody country accent (thank you, Mum!) that came out on occasion. "You're all kind of detectives, aren't you? Or at least, you can find things out, right? I think Laurie said something about it."
"We find information, yeah," Amanda replied, a little evasively. "Depends on what you need, tho', and what you need it for. I've got a job I need to keep in mind before I start getting involved in anyone's personal problems." Which was as directly as she could say 'don't get me involved in anything that'll get me in the shit'.
"So... if I were to hypothetically want some information on Marius St Croix, more than what I've been able to get off Google and the yellow pages? Would that, hypothetically, be information you could give me?"
"This the brother with the mind worms or whatever the hell they were?" Amanda asked, leaning back in her chair. "We'd probably be able to dig something up, depends how much you need. I thought the situation was dealt with, tho'? Worms are gone, he's out of harm's way?" She doubted the X-Men would have left him loose.
"Yeah, that'd be him. He's gone, I mean, really gone. I saw the worms go up his nose after we got them out of my head and." Monet paused to shudder. "I don't know, maybe it's morbid of me, but I want to know what happened to him over the last eighteen or twenty years. Dad said something once, about his being done for drugs in Bali and that that was why he disowned him. It was hushed up, because you could do that back then." Monet paused. Even she knew that what she was about to ask for next was illegal. "Again, hypothetically, can you get things like his medical history and Centrelink records? I mean, I'm pretty sure I could that part out, if I went and pretended I had power of attorney and spoke to people and listened in while they read his records but if we could do it without there being people there, that would be good. But this is all hypothetical, of course."
Amanda raised an eyebrow. "'Gone'? How 'gone' do you mean?" she asked. Surely they wouldn't have let Monet finish him off. "As for the rest... yeah, it's possible. Might take a little while, but we've got the resources for that. If you hypothetically gave me some basic details, name, date of birth, last known address, I could hypothetically chase him up for you."
Monet sighed. "You know how the worms were supposed to liquify my brain? Well they kind of rebounded after we dislodged them and did his, instead. He's in a home now." She paused for a moment. "Do you have a specific work email I can send it all to? I've got all that and his Centrelink number and a couple of overdue gas and phone bills for him." It had seemed like a good idea to go back to Marius' place and steal all the mail in the box, a half-cocked desire to know about him.
"Sure." Amanda rattled off one of her 'unofficial' email addresses, designed for this sort of thing. "I'll see what I can do, let you know in a few days." She paused. "How're you holding up after all this? Not the medical stuff - they'll have that sorted - but the rest... Having someone in your family try something like this on, it's a bit of a mindfuck."
"Hah. It is a bit, yeah. I'm wondering what it is about my family that seems to attract this sort of crap. I mean, Marius has been kidnapped how many times now?" Monet gave a bitter laugh. "Still, I'd be a lot more pissed off if he'd messed with my shoes."
Amanda recognised the tone, and the use of humour, and nodded even though Monet couldn't see her. "Unfortunately it seems like sometimes we're wearing cosmic "kick me" signs that invite people to have a go," she agreed, keeping her tone deliberately light. "A few months ago, my mum pulled a similar trick. She was getting old and crazy, decided I was some evil doer who had stolen her daughter's body or something, and pulled a switch. Stuck me in hers, took off with mine. We got it sorted out eventually, obviously, but it was still a kick in the face. I mean, family's supposed to be the ones you trust, right?"
Monet blinked. "Jesus fuck. You got it back, though and you're you again, right? The worst part is that you can't even give someone a kicking for that until after it's all sorted or you'll be walking around with bruises for weeks." Monet paused. "Still, you've got to wonder what we did wrong the last time eh, to end up with this."
"Oh, there was kicking anyway - Wanda, Kurt and the rest had to go in hard to get her to come back. So yeah, bruises for weeks there." Amanda rubbed her nose. "I've stopped thinking about the 'what I did wrong' thing. If only 'cause Pete and Remy would probably drown me if I started that up again. Sometimes life just likes to give you a kicking. I find it makes me feel better to give it a kicking back."
"That's because you're petty and small minded and have always responded better by kicking things." Monet smiled at the phone.
"Flattery'll get you everywhere."
Monet glared at the phone. She was seriously considering hunting down and killing whoever had chosen Snow Valley's hold music. She sighed in relief as the phone was picked up. "Hey, Amanda, mate, look, I've got a bit of a favour to ask you."
"What is it?" Amanda asked, somewhat cautiously. Monet had turned over a new leaf, sure, but she did still have a tendency to think about herself before all others first. "'Cause I only do breaking and entering for good these days."
"It's a good thing I'm a good cause then, isn't it?" Monet took a deep breath. "Look, youse are all. Ack." She caught herself and the bloody country accent (thank you, Mum!) that came out on occasion. "You're all kind of detectives, aren't you? Or at least, you can find things out, right? I think Laurie said something about it."
"We find information, yeah," Amanda replied, a little evasively. "Depends on what you need, tho', and what you need it for. I've got a job I need to keep in mind before I start getting involved in anyone's personal problems." Which was as directly as she could say 'don't get me involved in anything that'll get me in the shit'.
"So... if I were to hypothetically want some information on Marius St Croix, more than what I've been able to get off Google and the yellow pages? Would that, hypothetically, be information you could give me?"
"This the brother with the mind worms or whatever the hell they were?" Amanda asked, leaning back in her chair. "We'd probably be able to dig something up, depends how much you need. I thought the situation was dealt with, tho'? Worms are gone, he's out of harm's way?" She doubted the X-Men would have left him loose.
"Yeah, that'd be him. He's gone, I mean, really gone. I saw the worms go up his nose after we got them out of my head and." Monet paused to shudder. "I don't know, maybe it's morbid of me, but I want to know what happened to him over the last eighteen or twenty years. Dad said something once, about his being done for drugs in Bali and that that was why he disowned him. It was hushed up, because you could do that back then." Monet paused. Even she knew that what she was about to ask for next was illegal. "Again, hypothetically, can you get things like his medical history and Centrelink records? I mean, I'm pretty sure I could that part out, if I went and pretended I had power of attorney and spoke to people and listened in while they read his records but if we could do it without there being people there, that would be good. But this is all hypothetical, of course."
Amanda raised an eyebrow. "'Gone'? How 'gone' do you mean?" she asked. Surely they wouldn't have let Monet finish him off. "As for the rest... yeah, it's possible. Might take a little while, but we've got the resources for that. If you hypothetically gave me some basic details, name, date of birth, last known address, I could hypothetically chase him up for you."
Monet sighed. "You know how the worms were supposed to liquify my brain? Well they kind of rebounded after we dislodged them and did his, instead. He's in a home now." She paused for a moment. "Do you have a specific work email I can send it all to? I've got all that and his Centrelink number and a couple of overdue gas and phone bills for him." It had seemed like a good idea to go back to Marius' place and steal all the mail in the box, a half-cocked desire to know about him.
"Sure." Amanda rattled off one of her 'unofficial' email addresses, designed for this sort of thing. "I'll see what I can do, let you know in a few days." She paused. "How're you holding up after all this? Not the medical stuff - they'll have that sorted - but the rest... Having someone in your family try something like this on, it's a bit of a mindfuck."
"Hah. It is a bit, yeah. I'm wondering what it is about my family that seems to attract this sort of crap. I mean, Marius has been kidnapped how many times now?" Monet gave a bitter laugh. "Still, I'd be a lot more pissed off if he'd messed with my shoes."
Amanda recognised the tone, and the use of humour, and nodded even though Monet couldn't see her. "Unfortunately it seems like sometimes we're wearing cosmic "kick me" signs that invite people to have a go," she agreed, keeping her tone deliberately light. "A few months ago, my mum pulled a similar trick. She was getting old and crazy, decided I was some evil doer who had stolen her daughter's body or something, and pulled a switch. Stuck me in hers, took off with mine. We got it sorted out eventually, obviously, but it was still a kick in the face. I mean, family's supposed to be the ones you trust, right?"
Monet blinked. "Jesus fuck. You got it back, though and you're you again, right? The worst part is that you can't even give someone a kicking for that until after it's all sorted or you'll be walking around with bruises for weeks." Monet paused. "Still, you've got to wonder what we did wrong the last time eh, to end up with this."
"Oh, there was kicking anyway - Wanda, Kurt and the rest had to go in hard to get her to come back. So yeah, bruises for weeks there." Amanda rubbed her nose. "I've stopped thinking about the 'what I did wrong' thing. If only 'cause Pete and Remy would probably drown me if I started that up again. Sometimes life just likes to give you a kicking. I find it makes me feel better to give it a kicking back."
"That's because you're petty and small minded and have always responded better by kicking things." Monet smiled at the phone.
"Flattery'll get you everywhere."
