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xp_logsOroro is asking Amanda to help with travel plans when something comes up that catches the witch's interest. Backdated to yesterday.
With a newfound sense of purpose Ororo approached Amanda's desk, her stride purposeful and her gaze resolute. She was still unclear on the exact details, but now that she knew she had a task to do she was feeling much more grounded, and far happier than she had felt in weeks. Spotting the top of a familiar blonde head bent over her work, she stopped several feet away and cleared her throat, hoping she hadn't come at a bad time.
Amanda held up one finger, finished typing the email she'd been working on and then hit 'send'.
"Wotcher, 'Ro," she said with a grin, looking up. "Sorry, I just had to finish that thought. You need something?"
"Plane tickets, actually," Ororo declared, looking pleased with herself. "I was told you are the person to talk to.
"Welcome to Trenchcoat Travel Agency, have a seat," Amanda replied, clearing away some files from the spare chair as an invitation for Ororo to take it. "So, you finally get a job for your very own, did you? Where am I sending you?"
"Cairo seems the best starting point," the silver-haired woman said, slipping into the proffered chair. "Although really, anywhere in the area would be fine. Alexandria might be worth a try, also."
"Cairo tends to be the tourist hub, so it's easier to disappear from there," Amanda mused, turning to her computer and opening a spreadsheet. "And after Farouk's little adventure with the Templars, things are a bit touchy in the region, so playing tourist might be the safest bet." She skimmed over the opened window, looking for what she needed. "Right, there's a small tourist airline flying into Cairo via one of the less paranoid airports. You looking to be bringing anything with you that you shouldn't?" She meant weapons, of course - that tended to change the travel options.
"No, this will be a strictly fact-finding visit," Ororo assured her, glancing at the computer and realizing that she wouldn't be able to make much sense at all out of the spreadsheet. "And a quiet one at that. I hope."
"'Kay, that makes things a lot easier..." Amanda's tongue poked out of the side of her mouth as she opened her internet browser and logged onto a particular airline website. "Remy given you your fake papers yet?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at the older woman. "And if he has, I bet he didn't call you something ridiculous like mine."
"Try Portia Boncul," came the amused response. Not that she was objecting to the moniker, but she couldn't help but feel it would raise a few eyebrows, at least if she had a French-speaking customs agent.
Amanda gave a snort. "Well, not saying you don't have a 'bon cul', but yeah, sometimes it's tricky to keep a straight face when you're handing over the passport to customs. He likes using Beatles songs for mine - I'm just waiting for 'Penny Lane' to turn up."
"And yet. There are people out there inclined to name their children that without any trace of irony," Ororo said with a shrug.
"People are balmy," Amanda replied. "You know, I saw someone once who's name was... Hang on a minute, what's going on here?" Amanda leaned back towards her screen, which had started flashing a warning notice. "Huh." She pressed a few keys and brought up another screen. "Well, that's interesting. Looks like we might have another job on."
With a newfound sense of purpose Ororo approached Amanda's desk, her stride purposeful and her gaze resolute. She was still unclear on the exact details, but now that she knew she had a task to do she was feeling much more grounded, and far happier than she had felt in weeks. Spotting the top of a familiar blonde head bent over her work, she stopped several feet away and cleared her throat, hoping she hadn't come at a bad time.
Amanda held up one finger, finished typing the email she'd been working on and then hit 'send'.
"Wotcher, 'Ro," she said with a grin, looking up. "Sorry, I just had to finish that thought. You need something?"
"Plane tickets, actually," Ororo declared, looking pleased with herself. "I was told you are the person to talk to.
"Welcome to Trenchcoat Travel Agency, have a seat," Amanda replied, clearing away some files from the spare chair as an invitation for Ororo to take it. "So, you finally get a job for your very own, did you? Where am I sending you?"
"Cairo seems the best starting point," the silver-haired woman said, slipping into the proffered chair. "Although really, anywhere in the area would be fine. Alexandria might be worth a try, also."
"Cairo tends to be the tourist hub, so it's easier to disappear from there," Amanda mused, turning to her computer and opening a spreadsheet. "And after Farouk's little adventure with the Templars, things are a bit touchy in the region, so playing tourist might be the safest bet." She skimmed over the opened window, looking for what she needed. "Right, there's a small tourist airline flying into Cairo via one of the less paranoid airports. You looking to be bringing anything with you that you shouldn't?" She meant weapons, of course - that tended to change the travel options.
"No, this will be a strictly fact-finding visit," Ororo assured her, glancing at the computer and realizing that she wouldn't be able to make much sense at all out of the spreadsheet. "And a quiet one at that. I hope."
"'Kay, that makes things a lot easier..." Amanda's tongue poked out of the side of her mouth as she opened her internet browser and logged onto a particular airline website. "Remy given you your fake papers yet?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at the older woman. "And if he has, I bet he didn't call you something ridiculous like mine."
"Try Portia Boncul," came the amused response. Not that she was objecting to the moniker, but she couldn't help but feel it would raise a few eyebrows, at least if she had a French-speaking customs agent.
Amanda gave a snort. "Well, not saying you don't have a 'bon cul', but yeah, sometimes it's tricky to keep a straight face when you're handing over the passport to customs. He likes using Beatles songs for mine - I'm just waiting for 'Penny Lane' to turn up."
"And yet. There are people out there inclined to name their children that without any trace of irony," Ororo said with a shrug.
"People are balmy," Amanda replied. "You know, I saw someone once who's name was... Hang on a minute, what's going on here?" Amanda leaned back towards her screen, which had started flashing a warning notice. "Huh." She pressed a few keys and brought up another screen. "Well, that's interesting. Looks like we might have another job on."
