April Fool? - Mark and Amanda
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xp_logsMark gets an odd call. On April Fool's Day. Imagine that.
The phone rang. Again. This made five times in a row, and Mark contemplated "accidentally" shorting it out again. Not everything he and Doug came up with could be completely resistant to his powers, anyway. "Hello, Snow Valley Memorial Center for Mutant Affairs, how may I direct your call?" he answered, his attention more on the game of Tetris he was slaughtering.
"Sir, would you accept a reverse charges telephone call from a Miss Amanda Sefton?" came a woman's voice, her accent thickly Indian.
"Yeah, very funny." Mark rolled his eyes and put a square block down on the screen. All he needed was a straight bar to complete a few rows. "Sure, put her through. At least Emma's footing this bill."
"Very good, putting her through now." There was a series of clicks and then Amanda's voice, sounding slightly distant. "Mark? Thank fuck. Um, I'm in a spot of bother here."
"Uh huh. Forgot your cell phone and cash for a farecard and can't get down to work?" An L-shaped block came down and he carefully maneuvered it.
"Um, not... exactly." Amanda sighed, the sound gusting down the phone. "I need someone to bring my passport and shite. Oh, and some pants. This blanket's not exactly warm and there's a PC eyeing off my legs as we speak."
"Yeah, sure. And where are you, exactly?" Mark spared a second to turn away from his monitor and glance down the hall, trying to spot Amanda. He couldn't see her, and even though the caller ID displayed "unknown number," that didn't mean she wasn't in her cube.
"I'm at the police station." There was a pause, and then an almost audible biting of the bullet. "Charing Cross Police Station. In London." And just in case he hadn't gotten it, she added. "England."
"If you're going to try to April Fool me, Amanda, you'll have to do better than that. I'm going to hang up in a minute."
"No! Don't hang up!" It came through rather desperately. "Seriously, Mark, it's some sort of powers thing. I went to bed last night in my apartment and woke up in bloody Trafalgar Square with tourists taking photos and bleeding pigeons flocking all around me. And then I got picked up by the cops. They won't let me go without ID and someone to verify I'm not barking." Another pause. "Well, not this time."
"Fine. I'll let everyone know and we'll be there soon. But if this is a joke, then it better have a really good twist at the end. You know, you have really bad luck with England. Have you considered an American citizenship instead?"
"Ha bloody ha. I think at this point London might have something to say about me trying that. She's pretty attached." There was a voice in the background and Amanda replied: "Yeah, all right, keep your knickers on. Someone's coming for me." Then she turned her attention back to Mark. "Um, maybe see if Clarice is up for a quick pickup? Otherwise I'm going to end up in the fucking mental ward."
"Again." Mark nodded and picked up Esther. "I'm sending her a text now." His turn to pause. "She doesn't believe it, either, but she'll be on her way in a couple minutes."
"Brilliant. Passport's in my top dresser drawer, pants are on the floor." Amanda sounded extremely relieved. "I owe you one, mate."
"If it makes me laugh, then I'll consider us even. Good luck." Mark hung up and turned back to his monitor just in time to see the long piece he'd been waiting for fall to a rest on another row. "God dammit, Amanda!"
The phone rang. Again. This made five times in a row, and Mark contemplated "accidentally" shorting it out again. Not everything he and Doug came up with could be completely resistant to his powers, anyway. "Hello, Snow Valley Memorial Center for Mutant Affairs, how may I direct your call?" he answered, his attention more on the game of Tetris he was slaughtering.
"Sir, would you accept a reverse charges telephone call from a Miss Amanda Sefton?" came a woman's voice, her accent thickly Indian.
"Yeah, very funny." Mark rolled his eyes and put a square block down on the screen. All he needed was a straight bar to complete a few rows. "Sure, put her through. At least Emma's footing this bill."
"Very good, putting her through now." There was a series of clicks and then Amanda's voice, sounding slightly distant. "Mark? Thank fuck. Um, I'm in a spot of bother here."
"Uh huh. Forgot your cell phone and cash for a farecard and can't get down to work?" An L-shaped block came down and he carefully maneuvered it.
"Um, not... exactly." Amanda sighed, the sound gusting down the phone. "I need someone to bring my passport and shite. Oh, and some pants. This blanket's not exactly warm and there's a PC eyeing off my legs as we speak."
"Yeah, sure. And where are you, exactly?" Mark spared a second to turn away from his monitor and glance down the hall, trying to spot Amanda. He couldn't see her, and even though the caller ID displayed "unknown number," that didn't mean she wasn't in her cube.
"I'm at the police station." There was a pause, and then an almost audible biting of the bullet. "Charing Cross Police Station. In London." And just in case he hadn't gotten it, she added. "England."
"If you're going to try to April Fool me, Amanda, you'll have to do better than that. I'm going to hang up in a minute."
"No! Don't hang up!" It came through rather desperately. "Seriously, Mark, it's some sort of powers thing. I went to bed last night in my apartment and woke up in bloody Trafalgar Square with tourists taking photos and bleeding pigeons flocking all around me. And then I got picked up by the cops. They won't let me go without ID and someone to verify I'm not barking." Another pause. "Well, not this time."
"Fine. I'll let everyone know and we'll be there soon. But if this is a joke, then it better have a really good twist at the end. You know, you have really bad luck with England. Have you considered an American citizenship instead?"
"Ha bloody ha. I think at this point London might have something to say about me trying that. She's pretty attached." There was a voice in the background and Amanda replied: "Yeah, all right, keep your knickers on. Someone's coming for me." Then she turned her attention back to Mark. "Um, maybe see if Clarice is up for a quick pickup? Otherwise I'm going to end up in the fucking mental ward."
"Again." Mark nodded and picked up Esther. "I'm sending her a text now." His turn to pause. "She doesn't believe it, either, but she'll be on her way in a couple minutes."
"Brilliant. Passport's in my top dresser drawer, pants are on the floor." Amanda sounded extremely relieved. "I owe you one, mate."
"If it makes me laugh, then I'll consider us even. Good luck." Mark hung up and turned back to his monitor just in time to see the long piece he'd been waiting for fall to a rest on another row. "God dammit, Amanda!"
