Log [Haroun, Alison] Just a phone call away...

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With Alison finally able to talk on the phone clearly enough, Haroun calls her up. The conversation meanders from Las Vegas to a certain bar brawl and from little old ladies that quibble to the merits of synthsilk.



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"Alison? Hey, it's Haroun. How's life in the sonically-challenged lane treating you?"

"Hi! Aaah... could be worse? Scott dropped by this morning and I have some work to do. And we did the FBI thing this afternoon, so that's done and over with. And you?"

"Today's the Big Day. Things are looking good so far. The kids have really come through on their end of things. I hate to say it, but I'm impressed. How'd the FBI thing go?"

"I'm glad to hear things are going well, even if not actually being there or knowing the details is driving me nuts. Then again, I'd probably be going nuts being there and knowing, too. Eh, the FBI thing went well, all things considered. ...there weren't too many people in the offices when we walked through. That was nice."

"When we come back - if we come back - I'll be more than happy to let you read the post-op reports. Hairiest parts come up this evening, which is why I'm glad you picked up and were able to use the phone."

"You'd better come back if you know what's good for you. What's up this evening?"

"Endgame, I think. Either tonight or tomorrow night. And I have every intention of coming back if I have anything to say about it. Got too much waiting for me."

"Yes. You do. How long until you can let me know how things went? This is going to keep me awake 'till I hear from you."

"Should be just a day or so. And you had better sleep, young lady. If I come back and find out that you've been up waiting for news, I will personally kick your ass from here to Hollywood and back, do you understand me? And if I don't come back, I will haunt your gorgeous ass from Paradise."

"Ow! You're making me laugh! No fair! Ahem. Resisting the temptation to point out certain things now. And I'll probably keel over in one of the lethal catnaps that have been creeping up on me lately and beaning me upside the head to get my attention. Did so earlier, actually."

"Point out what, pray tell? And I am glad that you've been napping. That's a positive sign in your recovery, right? Indulge in your body's desire for sleep."

"That there are better things to do with my shapely self than to kick its behind to Hollywood and back or haunt it, of course. And yes, the keeling over on the nearest convenient thing to sleep act I've got going is apparently good. At least it didn't happen at the pub this after.... noon."

"Yes. Yes, there most definitely are. Speaking of things that I really should do to you, how's that touch-sensitivity coming along? And it sounds like you have a pub story for me. 'Fess up. What, did you meet another handsome and debonair Moor to sweep you off your feet? Another of your wonderful fans demand an autograph?"

"There is such a creature in existence? Um... well. The bartender ogled Madelyn a lot. I teased her about it. You should too. And... well, you'll hear it from someone sooner or later. Oh man, I hope this stays out of the news. Not all the fans are wonderful. Or, you know, are fans at all. There was a bit of a scuffle."

"Hadn't you heard? We're all handsome and debonair. And ... a scuffle? Alison Blaire, did you get into a barfight?"

"I meant another handsome and debonair Moor other than yourself, doofus. ...Not exactly? Sort of not? I didn't hit anyone?"

"You are disappointing me. A fight breaks out, and you didn't even hit anyone? You can do better than that. I know you're injured and all that, but isn't that why you take that watch-me-pose-slowly martial art?"

"It still hurts, yes. And I didn't hit anyone. I just, well, sorta redirected hits and maybe let him plant his face on a support beam instead. Well, once. It was a nice planting of face too. And I'm not smug about it, not one bit. Getting in a braw- scuffle was bad. Very bad."

"Of course. It was a terrible thing, and you should be ashamed of yourself. Terribly. See, this is exactly the kind of behavior that we should be condoning, err, punishing. Yes, that's it. Punishing."

"Oh suuure, now you're all about the punishing. Huh. Have either you or Nathan gotten in brawl yet that I should know about while in Las Vegas?"

"That you need to know about? Not in the slightest."

"...that is so not the most comforting way to phrase a sentence."

"That was the idea."

"I'll just ask Wanda then. Especially about the details regarding you and Nathan bickering like an old married couple. Should be fun."

"We are NOT MARRIED!"

"I should hope you didn't elope with him while you were in Vegas. I'd be heartbroken. Bereft. Also? Very vengeful."

"I mean, he's got the rugged handsome thing going on, but A) I'm straight and B) so is he. We'll leave out Exhibit C, the gorgeous rock star, and Exhibit D), the irritable supergenius geneticist."

"With a shot gun. The supergenius geneticist with a shotgun and the Evil Coffee From Hell that melts through floors. That is a lethal weapon all on it's own."

"Can't forget the shotgun. It's very important."
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"We are in perfect agreement there. So. We'll just say you bicker like two little old ladies then?"

"Did you miss the part where he's six and a half feet tall?"

"Details, details. You know, Lorna has this 'put the guys in a calendar wearing dresses' thing going a while ago... hrm."

"Don't even think about it."

"Would I do that? Little old me? Never."

"You're being transparent, dear."

"Lorna thinks up evil just fine on her own, you know. She just uses me as a foil to deflect attention. Remember that well if she ever unleashes her evil upon you."

"She has a surfer to distract her now."

"Yes. She does. And I'm without distractions of the present and here type right now. ...woe."

"When you're all better, we'll have to go somewhere nice, just the two of us. No distractions, no state cops, none of it."

"Holding you to that. So. Where are you right now exactly?"

"Sitting in the safehouse. Why?"

"Mm. Because you being in the casino would have been more entertaining, but I figure you'd only call me from the safe house. Ah well. Did you know speakerphones are a wonderful thing? Let me  move this one."

"Where are you taking the phone? And I have to stay out of the target casino, and I didn't bring enough to hazard losing more of it."

"Aah. Okay. And that would be telling. You'll see - well, hear - soon enough. Busy day means I need to try and relax a little, after all."

"And if I had to guess I'd say that you're in your room, right? Alone?"

"I nearly tripped and fell over to land on my face, dear. I still hurt a little too much for that. But yes, I'm alone. And there's this very nice and big bathtub here..."

"You are an evil woman, do you know that? A shame you hurt too much to have some real fun."

"Of course I am. Part of my charm and all that, don'tcha know. And figuring out a way to peel myself out of the synthsilk on my own is going to be a challenge. I'll need to run the sound baffles full on too when I do that, mind. I can only be so evil, tonight. This makes me sad."

"Every little bit of evil is, I assure you, totally appreciated."

"You're just wishing your cell phone had a streaming digital camera or something like that. Gyah! Too hot!"

"You have no idea."

"Enh. I'm not exactly in the best of conditions right now. Much as I loathe admitting to it, there's just not that much to me at the moment. Except for much joy at my first bath on my own, thank you very much."

"Hey, if you ever need anyone to wash your back, I'm your man!"

"When you're not dragged off to Las Vegas that is. But I'm not pouting! Much. Might be something to look into when you get back. If I get over looking like this."

"There's nothing wrong with the way you look. You're still beautiful to me."

"The synthsilk hides a lot, you know. And - you're totally biased and please don't stop saying that?"

"I am, and I have no intention, and I'd love to peel you out of it slowly and see for myself."

"Mrf. Well. Maybe I won't never ever wear synthsilk again when this is all over then. Maybe."

"Dearest, you could wear burlap and I'd still enjoy peeling you out of it."

"But I would not enjoy wearing the burlap. Might be worth it for the being peeled out of though."

"You're missing my point. It's not the clothes. It can be synthsilk, or burlap, or cotton, or whatever. It doesn't matter."

"I wasn't. I was just being very literal because the idea of you peeling me out of anything is very distracting. Along the lines of wishing you were here now and that I weren't hurting and well yes. All that."

"That's a desire we both share, I think. Someday. Hopefully soon."

"Mmm. Yes. I ...really, really hate this not being able to do anything. Anything and everything. Gah. You know. I've ranted about this before..."

"As have I - you've heard me. A little discipline now will pay off beautifully later, I think."

"S'why I keep the sound baffles on at full at night, even if technically I don't have to. Bleah. Much making up to do. So much. I'm going to be maudlin soon."

"It wasn't my intention to make you maudlin, honestly. I'm just looking forward to the day when you can put the baffles away for good, catch up with your son for a bit, and then decide that we're going to spend about a week straight getting more properly acquainted."

"Hey, I don't mind being maudlin about this if you can bear it. And that sounds so good I think we're going to have to make that a deal. And then some."

"I am looking forward to it with an intensity that surprises even me. I just wish ... never mind. It's gonna be a fantastic time."

"Well, if we're planning for a whole week... Haroun? All banter aside. I consider myself a very lucky woman, you know that?"

"My head knows, yes. Other parts are slower to get with the program. Especially since I really can't be everything I should to you."

"Well. We'll just have to make sure the point gets across on all levels, huh?"

"As many levels as it possibly can, yes. Hey, weren't you going to take a bath? I don't hear bath sounds..."

"Have to turn on the sound baffles if I do that. Since I won't be in the synthsilk. That means not talking to you. This, right now, is a Bad Thing. Which means the bath can wait a bit  the towels are nice and comfy and I'm curled up on those now."

"Mmm. You manage to get out of the silks yet?"

"I have figured out how, yes. Hrm. Yes, that works. Slow going though."

"You'll have to forgive me if I take a second to just sit back and imagine all of this."

"Mm. I guess I could wait a bit longer before I take that bath. Ahah. There's another sleeve gone."

"You are an evil woman. I approve."

"I thought you might. Gives you all that much to look forward to when I get all better, doesn't it?"

"It does. You wouldn't believe some of the things that have crossed my mind."

"Oh, I don't know. I have a pretty good imagination."

"Dammit, Jubilee, stop knocking! I'll be out in a second!"  "Sorry, babe, but it seems that the munchkins have returned, and I am being summoned."

"Remind me not to kill any of them for that when you get back, okay? It would set a bad example. Or something. Gah. I miss you."

"I'll be home soon. I can guarantee that."