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xp_logsAt the start of the night, Amanda and Garrison banter, until serious stuff gets in the way.
"Harry went all out. I think the bathrooms have been cleaned and everything.” Kane accepted a pint from Briar and took a long sip.
“I almost don’t recognise the place,” Amanda agreed, accepting her own drink with a nod to Briar. “Any plans for Christmas? Besides this, I mean.”
“Adrienne mostly. There might be a dinner or two. A shitty sweater or two. What about you? Is there some giant spy mission to deck the halls?”
“Nah. Least, not that I know of. I’ll probably do the family thing with Meg and Kurt.” There was a pause as she drank her beer. “And Jubilee.”
“Huh, that’s one of the weirder foursomes I’ve heard of but whatever floats you boat.” He beamed at her. “Shots?”
“Bastard.” It was said with affection however. “What about your sister? Is she...?” She let the question hang, not sure if Victoria Kane had been a casualty of Xorn’s worldbuilding.
“Still has horrible taste, but is working in Europe this year. Interning as one of the top neurosurgery suites in the EU. She’s kind of stupid smart.” Kane paused. “And yet, let herself get fingercuffed behind the Bruni and then bragged about it...”
Amanda snorted. “Well, there’s smart and there’s smart. You only have to look at the mansion to get prime examples of that. Still, bully for her, at least the job stuff. Good to know she’s doing well.” She meant more than just the job.
“She’s going to be a brain surgeon. I have mutant powers and I’m still the disappointing child. It’s very frustrating.” His body language was exactly the opposite though. “Anything interesting taking up the bandwidth?”
“I wish. Things have been way too quiet lately... of course, now I’ve said that, queue the robot invasion, or the dinosaurs, or the robot dinosaurs.” She chuckled. “I’ve been mostly playing school marm with the baby magic users. Hopefully teaching them enough to get themselves out of the trouble they’ll inevitably get into.”
“Magic school... oh hell! You’re Mary Punkins! A Spoon Full of Vodka makes the medicine go down!” Kane doubled over, laughed so hard. “Spit spot, motherfuckers!”
Amanda joined in laughing. “That’s probably one of the more original ones,” she said once she sobered. “Beats Harry Sodding Potter.”
“Feed the birds. Top them off each day.” Kane said. “Isn’t there some kind of muggle rubbing that goes on in the Potter books?”
“Fucked if I know. I only watched the movies with Meg when she was little. But according to Doug, there’s any amount of stuff online. I’m sure there’s muggle rubbing there.” Amanda wrinkled her nose in distaste, more at the Harry Potter than at the innuendo. “How’ve things been for you this year, Inspector Kane of the Royal Canadian Mounted?”
“Police. It’s not really mounted unless it is the cops.” Kane toasted her with his glass. “Things have been garbage. This is a garbage world. And yet, I have Adrienne and that makes it good. What about you?”
“Date wise? You’re looking at it.” Amanda indicated her pint. “Me and my booze, it’s a love that will outlast centuries.”
“We have really fucked up priorities. You know that, right?” Kane took a long swallow. “So you have a clan now. You considered their future?”
“You mean the kids? Hell, I think about way too often. Right now, I’m just trying to get them through high school in one piece. Considering my previous track record, them surviving to graduate will be a bonus.” Her expression softened a little. “Still, Topaz is doing good. She’d turned out all right, even if she doesn’t believe it. And she doesn’t want to join the Trenchcoats, which is a point for her.”
"We aren't going to make those distinctions soon. "
"How do you mean?" Amanda asked, raising an eyebrow. "Something in the wind?"
"Cop intuition. New administration has people talking about the possibility of a more... aggressive internal policy on mutant cases. Mirrors what's filtering up from local forces." He was uncharacteristically serious for a second, a sharp reminder that behind all the jokes, Kane was very smart and very good at his job. "Ever since M-Day, things have been tottering on a line. I don't know how much longer we have before that goes over."
"Break time's over and it's back to work for us, eh?" Amanda frowned. "Things are getting restless in the wider world, too. London's a bloody mess right now."
"I get the feeling that 2017 is going to be busy. By the pricking of my thumbs. I have very sensitive thumbs."
Later, Jean is happened upon by a more cheerful Amanda, who teaches her why you don't ask punk rock fans for musical input.
Mulled wine in hand, Jean flipped through the jukebox, looking for the next Christmas song to play. A flash of blonde hair caught her attention and she glanced up.
"Oh hey," she said with a bright smile to Amanda. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas!" Was the enthusiastic reply. Amanda was wearing a Santa hat at a rakish angle over one ear and she had obviously been imbibing the Christmas spirit. "Having fun, Doc?"
Jean laughed at the Santa hat. "And then some. Having some trouble deciding what song to play next, though," she said, motioning to the jukebox.
"Any ideas?"
The witch snorted. "Now you're in trouble," she declared, cracking her knuckles in an exaggerated manner before approaching the machine. "Let's see..." she muttered to herself as she hunted for 'The Clash'. "So what did you pick already?"
The laugh from a moment ago turned into a giggle from Jean. She'd gotten caught up in the Christmas spirit a little earlier herself.
"Now I'm having Stranger Things flashbacks," she mused, eying the multi-colored lights that Harry had hung up.
She took a sip of her wine. "I'm debating between All I Want for Christmas is You and Merry Christmas Everybody! by Slade."
Amanda didn't visibly wince, but it was a close thing. "Doc, you need an injection of musical taste, stat," she teased. She flipped through various bands until she found something she pounced on. "Ah-ha!" she crowed. "Not quite punk, but to be fair, punk's not really Christmassy. This, however, is." The song she selected was The Pogues' 'Fairytale of New York'. "Best bloody Christmas song ever."
Jean waved the thought away with a smirk. "Hey, I like the classics. Reminds me of when I was a kid," she said, but nevertheless turned to listen, leaning against the jukebox with a nodding of her head. "This is pretty nice too, though."
"Nice? The Pogues are a sublime combination of folk music roots and classic punk rock. 'Nice' doesn't tend to be a word I'd associate with them," replied Amanda, her accent thickening as she expounded on her musical heritage. "Then again, America's not entirely without talent. That bloke who wrote 'Hamilton', he's got his head screwed on right."
"Hamilton! I still need to see that," Jean said. "At least with it's popularity it'll be around for awhile. Have you seen it live?"
"Not officially." Amanda looked a little chagrined. "New York's so bloody obsessed with it, I found myself up in the rafters one night when I was trying to 'port somewhere else for work. Didn't stay long, but enough to enjoy what I was hearing." Something occurred to her. "You're a 'path, right? Do you get the same sort of thing sometimes when you're around a lot of people? Ear worms, that sort of thing?"
Jean nodded. "Sometimes," she said, scanning the room for emphasis. "If someone's really emotional or loud there'll be bleed."
She made a face. "Happens with dreams sometimes too. Which is even worse, since I'm unconscious and not expecting it. Good dreams, bad dreams....other dreams."
"Sexy dreams?" Amanda asked with a naughty grin.
Eying her mulled wine, Jean could only grunt in response and cover her face with her hand. "I usually wake up once I figure out what's going on. I'm usually very careful when I'm awake since...well, it's none of my business, but the dreaming..." Her nose curled.
"Weird, weird dreaming."
"Harry went all out. I think the bathrooms have been cleaned and everything.” Kane accepted a pint from Briar and took a long sip.
“I almost don’t recognise the place,” Amanda agreed, accepting her own drink with a nod to Briar. “Any plans for Christmas? Besides this, I mean.”
“Adrienne mostly. There might be a dinner or two. A shitty sweater or two. What about you? Is there some giant spy mission to deck the halls?”
“Nah. Least, not that I know of. I’ll probably do the family thing with Meg and Kurt.” There was a pause as she drank her beer. “And Jubilee.”
“Huh, that’s one of the weirder foursomes I’ve heard of but whatever floats you boat.” He beamed at her. “Shots?”
“Bastard.” It was said with affection however. “What about your sister? Is she...?” She let the question hang, not sure if Victoria Kane had been a casualty of Xorn’s worldbuilding.
“Still has horrible taste, but is working in Europe this year. Interning as one of the top neurosurgery suites in the EU. She’s kind of stupid smart.” Kane paused. “And yet, let herself get fingercuffed behind the Bruni and then bragged about it...”
Amanda snorted. “Well, there’s smart and there’s smart. You only have to look at the mansion to get prime examples of that. Still, bully for her, at least the job stuff. Good to know she’s doing well.” She meant more than just the job.
“She’s going to be a brain surgeon. I have mutant powers and I’m still the disappointing child. It’s very frustrating.” His body language was exactly the opposite though. “Anything interesting taking up the bandwidth?”
“I wish. Things have been way too quiet lately... of course, now I’ve said that, queue the robot invasion, or the dinosaurs, or the robot dinosaurs.” She chuckled. “I’ve been mostly playing school marm with the baby magic users. Hopefully teaching them enough to get themselves out of the trouble they’ll inevitably get into.”
“Magic school... oh hell! You’re Mary Punkins! A Spoon Full of Vodka makes the medicine go down!” Kane doubled over, laughed so hard. “Spit spot, motherfuckers!”
Amanda joined in laughing. “That’s probably one of the more original ones,” she said once she sobered. “Beats Harry Sodding Potter.”
“Feed the birds. Top them off each day.” Kane said. “Isn’t there some kind of muggle rubbing that goes on in the Potter books?”
“Fucked if I know. I only watched the movies with Meg when she was little. But according to Doug, there’s any amount of stuff online. I’m sure there’s muggle rubbing there.” Amanda wrinkled her nose in distaste, more at the Harry Potter than at the innuendo. “How’ve things been for you this year, Inspector Kane of the Royal Canadian Mounted?”
“Police. It’s not really mounted unless it is the cops.” Kane toasted her with his glass. “Things have been garbage. This is a garbage world. And yet, I have Adrienne and that makes it good. What about you?”
“Date wise? You’re looking at it.” Amanda indicated her pint. “Me and my booze, it’s a love that will outlast centuries.”
“We have really fucked up priorities. You know that, right?” Kane took a long swallow. “So you have a clan now. You considered their future?”
“You mean the kids? Hell, I think about way too often. Right now, I’m just trying to get them through high school in one piece. Considering my previous track record, them surviving to graduate will be a bonus.” Her expression softened a little. “Still, Topaz is doing good. She’d turned out all right, even if she doesn’t believe it. And she doesn’t want to join the Trenchcoats, which is a point for her.”
"We aren't going to make those distinctions soon. "
"How do you mean?" Amanda asked, raising an eyebrow. "Something in the wind?"
"Cop intuition. New administration has people talking about the possibility of a more... aggressive internal policy on mutant cases. Mirrors what's filtering up from local forces." He was uncharacteristically serious for a second, a sharp reminder that behind all the jokes, Kane was very smart and very good at his job. "Ever since M-Day, things have been tottering on a line. I don't know how much longer we have before that goes over."
"Break time's over and it's back to work for us, eh?" Amanda frowned. "Things are getting restless in the wider world, too. London's a bloody mess right now."
"I get the feeling that 2017 is going to be busy. By the pricking of my thumbs. I have very sensitive thumbs."
Later, Jean is happened upon by a more cheerful Amanda, who teaches her why you don't ask punk rock fans for musical input.
Mulled wine in hand, Jean flipped through the jukebox, looking for the next Christmas song to play. A flash of blonde hair caught her attention and she glanced up.
"Oh hey," she said with a bright smile to Amanda. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas!" Was the enthusiastic reply. Amanda was wearing a Santa hat at a rakish angle over one ear and she had obviously been imbibing the Christmas spirit. "Having fun, Doc?"
Jean laughed at the Santa hat. "And then some. Having some trouble deciding what song to play next, though," she said, motioning to the jukebox.
"Any ideas?"
The witch snorted. "Now you're in trouble," she declared, cracking her knuckles in an exaggerated manner before approaching the machine. "Let's see..." she muttered to herself as she hunted for 'The Clash'. "So what did you pick already?"
The laugh from a moment ago turned into a giggle from Jean. She'd gotten caught up in the Christmas spirit a little earlier herself.
"Now I'm having Stranger Things flashbacks," she mused, eying the multi-colored lights that Harry had hung up.
She took a sip of her wine. "I'm debating between All I Want for Christmas is You and Merry Christmas Everybody! by Slade."
Amanda didn't visibly wince, but it was a close thing. "Doc, you need an injection of musical taste, stat," she teased. She flipped through various bands until she found something she pounced on. "Ah-ha!" she crowed. "Not quite punk, but to be fair, punk's not really Christmassy. This, however, is." The song she selected was The Pogues' 'Fairytale of New York'. "Best bloody Christmas song ever."
Jean waved the thought away with a smirk. "Hey, I like the classics. Reminds me of when I was a kid," she said, but nevertheless turned to listen, leaning against the jukebox with a nodding of her head. "This is pretty nice too, though."
"Nice? The Pogues are a sublime combination of folk music roots and classic punk rock. 'Nice' doesn't tend to be a word I'd associate with them," replied Amanda, her accent thickening as she expounded on her musical heritage. "Then again, America's not entirely without talent. That bloke who wrote 'Hamilton', he's got his head screwed on right."
"Hamilton! I still need to see that," Jean said. "At least with it's popularity it'll be around for awhile. Have you seen it live?"
"Not officially." Amanda looked a little chagrined. "New York's so bloody obsessed with it, I found myself up in the rafters one night when I was trying to 'port somewhere else for work. Didn't stay long, but enough to enjoy what I was hearing." Something occurred to her. "You're a 'path, right? Do you get the same sort of thing sometimes when you're around a lot of people? Ear worms, that sort of thing?"
Jean nodded. "Sometimes," she said, scanning the room for emphasis. "If someone's really emotional or loud there'll be bleed."
She made a face. "Happens with dreams sometimes too. Which is even worse, since I'm unconscious and not expecting it. Good dreams, bad dreams....other dreams."
"Sexy dreams?" Amanda asked with a naughty grin.
Eying her mulled wine, Jean could only grunt in response and cover her face with her hand. "I usually wake up once I figure out what's going on. I'm usually very careful when I'm awake since...well, it's none of my business, but the dreaming..." Her nose curled.
"Weird, weird dreaming."
