Log: Laurie, Frank and Namor

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Laurie and Frank meet Namor at the front door, and differing expectations lead to some interesting conversation.





The black sedan pulled smoothly into the drive way to the mansion letting it's passenger get his first look at Xavier's mansion as the car slide down the driveway before coming to a gentle stop in front of the front doorway. In a practiced action which spoke of years of practice the chauffeur walked round the car to open the door for the young passenger. Nodding to the blonde woman and teenager who were walking out from the front door he quietly moved to the trunk of the car to remove the luggage which he had picked up from the airport along with his passenger.

A young man emerged from the open door and immediately recoiled at the brightness of the sun even though the black wayfarer sunglasses significantly dulled the light. Travel had not been kind to him, and it showed. White linen trousers were wrinkled from hours spent sitting on a plane, and the matching, equally wrinkled, jacket was tossed casually over his shoulder, allowing him to show off his well-sculpted body under the tight white shirt, but his face was drawn from too little sleep on the flight. Even flying in First Class, a trans-Atlantic flight was still a trans-Atlantic flight, and the only thing that made the trip bearable was the copious amounts of free alcohol he had consumed. Not enough to get him too drunk, just enough to take the edge off, but judging from the way his head was throbbing and how the light hurt his eyes, perhaps Namor had over-imbided after all.

"Welcome, I trust the flight wasn't too traumatic," Laurie said, holding out a hand to shake Namor's. "You've got a choice, we can either show you to your room right now, or give you the ten cent tour."

Another useful function of the dark lenses was was that Laurie was unable to see how Namor's eyes first focused on the outstretched hand, then gave the blonde a once-over, admiring her physique. This girl, whoever she was, was far too familiar and forward (another vulgar American, he thought), but he could not deny that although quite plain, she still had a fantastic figure, which made up some of which her lack of manners subtracted.

With effortless ease, the young man lightly grasped the outstretched hand, raised it gracefully while bowing slightly so that he might brush his lips against the smooth skin of the hand's backing. "And who might you be, my dear" he purred in a smooth, buttery voice he had long ago perfected. "My guardian angel, perhaps?"

Despite his best efforts, Frank didn't manage to hold back a snort of derision. He'd been told to be nice, to be welcoming of the new guy, but oh my God that was a line worthy of Fabio right there. And the sunglasses to hide the hangover really didn't help either. Still. Be nice. Just because he's a douche doesn't mean you get to be. He schooled his face into a polite smile, and didn't say anything. Because an outpouring of sarcasm would get him into trouble.

Laurie allowed the hand kiss with a touch of amusement. She'd been friends with Crystal long enough to recognise courtly manners, even if she had no real time for them herself.

"Charmed, and the name's Laurie," she said, raising an eyebrow, he hadn't really answered her question. "Your preference? There's a bit of ground to cover if you want the tour right away."

"If you would be so kinda as to show me to my quarters, my dear, I would be much obliged." Namor stifled a yawn by forcing a smile; what little energy he had was fading fast. A hot shower to wash the smell of recycled airplane air, and a refreshing and revitalizing siesta were necessities at this point. "And if you could please arrange for someone to rouse me in time for supper."

Acknowledging for the first time the young man that had accompanied her with a slight nod, Namor continued to address Laurie. "I assume my belongings will be well taken care of and delivered to my rooms post haste." It was not a request nor a question, it was a statement of his expectations.

Frank felt an eyebrow raise. Someone clearly didn't seem to realise what he'd let himself in for. Maybe Frank could set Maddie on him and see what happened next. Then again, she was so far away aFrank liked Laurie, really he did, but he just couldn't help himself. "Sadly the house servants have been so workshy since the monarchy was abolished, your grace, but I'm sure you'll make do, what with the divine right of kings and all that. Incidentally, will your grace be exercising his Droit du Seigneur while he's with us?"

Namor's face remained stoic, while on the inside he was seething. He didn't know which was worse: the fact that after all that time spent traveling he was expected to carry his own bags (which would not have happened at a hotel, he would remind his father later), or the attitude of he was being given. This he would report to his father immediately; he could hardly be expected to remain somewhere and endure such blatant disrespect.

But first thing first, he had to gather what pieces of luggage he could easily carry and locate his room. "After you, my dear," he motioned for Laurie to lead the way. All he wanted to do was take a hot shower and sleep; hopefully there would be no bed bugs.

Although, the way this day was going, there probably were.