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xp_communicationAmanda calls home and chats to Angelo for a while. Bonding-type fluff.
*ringring*
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"Hello?"
"Hey big brother. Took you long enough to answer."
"...Amanda! Hey, little sis. Sorry, I was gettin' ready for bed. How's it goin'?"
"'M busier than a one-armed coat hanger, but at least it means 'm too tired t' have problems sleepin' when I do. You? How're things there? The rumour-mill crankin' up 'bout why we're all in Vegas?"
"Heh. Just a bit. Kyle's been wanderin' around mutterin' about how unfair it is that all the math types went away right when he has an algebra exam."
"That's right, we did too - remind me t' thank Le Beau for the handy excuse t' miss it. Makes up for havin' t' share a room with Lee, just about."
"You haven't killed her yet, then? Good goin', keep it up. Has Clarice duct-taped her yet?"
"Not yet, but we've got a few nights still to go - Le Beau's sayin' we'll be here for the week, just about. An' I didn't go an' leave a roll of tape on Clarice's bed neither, if you should happen t' hear anythin' t' the contrary."
*laughter* "Is it glittery non-existent tape?"
"Of course - wouldn't try anythin' else with the Pixie, an' if she doesn't use it on Lee, she'll find somethin' else t' do with it."
"Did she tell you what she did to Jono's jeans, as a present for when he's better? Only one pair - I wouldn't give her all of them, I'd rather Jono didn't kill her. Or me."
"No, not yet. She was talkin' 'bout glitterin' me when I got out of medlab, only then Angie went crazy an' she didn't want t' push it. What did she do?"
"One word. Rhinestones. I wouldn't've let her, but it's only one pair an' it made her happy."
*peals of laughter* "Rhinestones? Oh, yer pullin' me leg. No, you ain't, 'cause that's such a Pixie trick. Oh, I so have t' see Sparky's reaction t' this."
*amused* "Oh, me too. At least, until he figures out the only way she could've got hold of them without blinkin' straight into his room, which even the Pixie wouldn't do without permission. But then, he didn't kill me for lettin' Jubilee an' Clarice into his room before he got back, so..."
"Yer a man who lives dangerously, Ange, that's all I can say." *giggling*
*laughs* "I don't let her do anythin' that can't be undone, an' I can run faster than him. Anyway, I think he secretly likes it."
"Yer probably right there. How's he doin'? Any change yet? An' how's Paige holdin' up?" "Yer probably right there. How's he doin'? Any change yet? An' how's Paige holdin' up?"
"No change I know of, but they're workin' with him all the time. Paige... same as ever." *snuffling noises near the phone* "That was the puppy. Wanted to say hi, I think."
"Hey puppy. She keepin' you busy, then? All that energy - who needs joggin'? Oh, you'll get a laugh out of this - Nate's takin' the others out for trainin' runs an' the like at the crack of dawn. Lucky me gets out of it, 'least for a while. Too much prep t' do with my thing."
"Hah. Bet Jubilee an' Clarice *love* that. Although Jubilee has been doin' her Tai Chi at horrible hours of the mornin', hasn't she? Or at least she was, before Alison got hurt, dunno if she's keepin' it up without someone to prod her." *Joyita barks down the phone* "Yeah, Joyita's keepin' me as busy as ever. Half-grown now, she is, but still actin' like a puppy."
"Well, Nate's a bit harder on the proddin' than Alison was, so it's not a picnic for 'em. Character-buildin', Nate calls it. An' 's good yer've got Joyita t' drag you out of yer room sometimes." *chuckles* "You warm weather types tend t' hibernate this time of year."
"Oh, I would if I could, but this one needs her walks. Even last year, before I had her, nobody'd let me hibernate. Jamie an' Kitty made a mission of gettin' me out in the snow. That was the first time I met Jake, actually - he pointed them the wrong way long enough for me t'hide out in the kitchen for awhile, in return for me showin' him where it was."
*snorts* "Well, we all remember my first meetin' with him. Still, we managed t' patch things up. An' he managed t' fix that problem of his in the end too, usin' what happened."
"Yeah, see? All worked out okay in the end. An' I think he saw the funny side of bein' a frog for awhile, too."
"We laughed 'bout it later, when he came t' pick me up in London after I was done at Homily's place. Bastard got his own back, too - I didn't realise it was him in the pub, after he sorted himself, an' tried t' pick him up. Lead me on horribly he did, too." *fond sigh* "I miss Jake. No-one else understands the beer an' cookie thing."
*laughs* "Yeah, that sounds like Jake. He was cool, I miss him too. Beer an' cookies, though? Together? Ewww."
"Don't knock it 'til yer've tried it. Works best with hash cookies, mind, but those are a little hard t' get hold of in the school. Oatmeal works, tho'. As long as there's no chocolate, 's all good."
"Hmm... yeah, actually, I can see that. Oatmeal's not so sweet it'd taste horrible with the beer... so what, you dunk the cookies in it?"
"Yeah. Yer've got t' have a decent beer, tho' - a nice thick ale, like a stout. Not the fizzy lager stuff and definitely not American. Since that ain't even beer in the first place."
*snorts* "Elitist. Can you even get your "real" beer over here?"
"It might come as a shock, Ange, but beer is supposed t' be alcoholic." *snickers* "Ain't nothin' elitist in that. An' yer forgettin' who me guardian is. Pete knows every pub that serves decent beer in every city in America."
"I have to admit, the phrase "beer is for pussies" might have come up a few times back in LA. But that was American beer, of course. This "decent beer" sounds interestin'."
"'S the drink of kings, mate. Probably literally, at some point. Tell you what, when I get back, an we ain't on curfew or whatever, I'll introduce you t' the place Pete takes me to when we need t' remember we're English. Greasy food, real beer, the whole deal."
"Where's that? In New York?"
"'S definitely ain't Salem Centre, tho' Harry's has Guiness on tap, apparently. Not that I can get one in there - some do-gooder type gave the staff there a list of students. With photos." *snorts* "You can meet me one afternoon after me class with Strange..." *sudden pause*
"...Amanda? What's wrong?"
*deep breath, hint of a sniffle* "Nothin'. Just bein' a bit wet is all - not long before the Hellfire thing, Manny an' I arranged for him t' meet me after classes so we could do more of the normal datin' thing. Like an actual girlfriend an' boyfriend. Reminded me, is all. I'll be okay." *another deep breath* "How's he doin'? People keepin' an eye on him, makin' sure he eats an' all?"
"Oh, little sis. Go find Nathan when we get off the phone. 'kay? Go claim one of those hugs I'm sure he owes you as payback for all that worry. Or if he's not around, Clarice gives good hugs too... An' yeah, people are watchin' out for Manuel. Like I promised you I would."
"I'll go find the Pixie - Nate's busy with gettin' info an' stuff. But 'm okay, or I will be. Just worry 'bout him, you know that." *another breath* "An' I should probably go - 's late over here, an' that means 's horribly late over there an' the puppy needs her sleep. So do you. Oh, did you get that sleep tea I left for you? The brown paper bag on yer bed."
*paper rustles* "Yeah, I found it. Thanks, little sis, I was runnin' low an' it does help - 'specially now things've got better enough I don't need the potion or the pills so much. You sleep well too, okay? Once you've got your hug off the Pixie?"
"Well, I can always call you an' talk you t' sleep if you need it. An' yeah, I will. Helps sharin' a room, actually, even with Lee's snorin'." *snort* "She really does snore, too. Like a bloody bandsaw."
"That might help too, some nights. Do I get to have your number there, or is that one of the things you're not allowed to tell me?"
"Probably best if I call you, Ange - Remy said somethin' bout these cells bein' secure, but he's been Captain Paranoia an' told us not t' hand out the numbers. Just email me on that coded addy if you ain't gunna be in or somethin', otherwise I'll call pretty much every night. Need the break." *chuckle*
*laughs* "Okay, that works. I don't think I'll be goin' out, but I'll let you know if I'm not gonna be here for whatever reason."
"That sounds like a plan t' me, big brother." *yawns* "All right, I should sleep. Got me some major work t' do tomorrow."
"Don't forget to find Clarice first. Sleep well, little sis."
*practically audible eye roll* "I won't forget. Night, Ange. Keep a spot warm on the back porch for me."
"Always do. Stay safe, whatever it is you're doin'. Night."
"I will. Night. Good t' talk t' you, big brother."
*click*
*ringring*
*ringring*
*ringring*
"Hello?"
"Hey big brother. Took you long enough to answer."
"...Amanda! Hey, little sis. Sorry, I was gettin' ready for bed. How's it goin'?"
"'M busier than a one-armed coat hanger, but at least it means 'm too tired t' have problems sleepin' when I do. You? How're things there? The rumour-mill crankin' up 'bout why we're all in Vegas?"
"Heh. Just a bit. Kyle's been wanderin' around mutterin' about how unfair it is that all the math types went away right when he has an algebra exam."
"That's right, we did too - remind me t' thank Le Beau for the handy excuse t' miss it. Makes up for havin' t' share a room with Lee, just about."
"You haven't killed her yet, then? Good goin', keep it up. Has Clarice duct-taped her yet?"
"Not yet, but we've got a few nights still to go - Le Beau's sayin' we'll be here for the week, just about. An' I didn't go an' leave a roll of tape on Clarice's bed neither, if you should happen t' hear anythin' t' the contrary."
*laughter* "Is it glittery non-existent tape?"
"Of course - wouldn't try anythin' else with the Pixie, an' if she doesn't use it on Lee, she'll find somethin' else t' do with it."
"Did she tell you what she did to Jono's jeans, as a present for when he's better? Only one pair - I wouldn't give her all of them, I'd rather Jono didn't kill her. Or me."
"No, not yet. She was talkin' 'bout glitterin' me when I got out of medlab, only then Angie went crazy an' she didn't want t' push it. What did she do?"
"One word. Rhinestones. I wouldn't've let her, but it's only one pair an' it made her happy."
*peals of laughter* "Rhinestones? Oh, yer pullin' me leg. No, you ain't, 'cause that's such a Pixie trick. Oh, I so have t' see Sparky's reaction t' this."
*amused* "Oh, me too. At least, until he figures out the only way she could've got hold of them without blinkin' straight into his room, which even the Pixie wouldn't do without permission. But then, he didn't kill me for lettin' Jubilee an' Clarice into his room before he got back, so..."
"Yer a man who lives dangerously, Ange, that's all I can say." *giggling*
*laughs* "I don't let her do anythin' that can't be undone, an' I can run faster than him. Anyway, I think he secretly likes it."
"Yer probably right there. How's he doin'? Any change yet? An' how's Paige holdin' up?" "Yer probably right there. How's he doin'? Any change yet? An' how's Paige holdin' up?"
"No change I know of, but they're workin' with him all the time. Paige... same as ever." *snuffling noises near the phone* "That was the puppy. Wanted to say hi, I think."
"Hey puppy. She keepin' you busy, then? All that energy - who needs joggin'? Oh, you'll get a laugh out of this - Nate's takin' the others out for trainin' runs an' the like at the crack of dawn. Lucky me gets out of it, 'least for a while. Too much prep t' do with my thing."
"Hah. Bet Jubilee an' Clarice *love* that. Although Jubilee has been doin' her Tai Chi at horrible hours of the mornin', hasn't she? Or at least she was, before Alison got hurt, dunno if she's keepin' it up without someone to prod her." *Joyita barks down the phone* "Yeah, Joyita's keepin' me as busy as ever. Half-grown now, she is, but still actin' like a puppy."
"Well, Nate's a bit harder on the proddin' than Alison was, so it's not a picnic for 'em. Character-buildin', Nate calls it. An' 's good yer've got Joyita t' drag you out of yer room sometimes." *chuckles* "You warm weather types tend t' hibernate this time of year."
"Oh, I would if I could, but this one needs her walks. Even last year, before I had her, nobody'd let me hibernate. Jamie an' Kitty made a mission of gettin' me out in the snow. That was the first time I met Jake, actually - he pointed them the wrong way long enough for me t'hide out in the kitchen for awhile, in return for me showin' him where it was."
*snorts* "Well, we all remember my first meetin' with him. Still, we managed t' patch things up. An' he managed t' fix that problem of his in the end too, usin' what happened."
"Yeah, see? All worked out okay in the end. An' I think he saw the funny side of bein' a frog for awhile, too."
"We laughed 'bout it later, when he came t' pick me up in London after I was done at Homily's place. Bastard got his own back, too - I didn't realise it was him in the pub, after he sorted himself, an' tried t' pick him up. Lead me on horribly he did, too." *fond sigh* "I miss Jake. No-one else understands the beer an' cookie thing."
*laughs* "Yeah, that sounds like Jake. He was cool, I miss him too. Beer an' cookies, though? Together? Ewww."
"Don't knock it 'til yer've tried it. Works best with hash cookies, mind, but those are a little hard t' get hold of in the school. Oatmeal works, tho'. As long as there's no chocolate, 's all good."
"Hmm... yeah, actually, I can see that. Oatmeal's not so sweet it'd taste horrible with the beer... so what, you dunk the cookies in it?"
"Yeah. Yer've got t' have a decent beer, tho' - a nice thick ale, like a stout. Not the fizzy lager stuff and definitely not American. Since that ain't even beer in the first place."
*snorts* "Elitist. Can you even get your "real" beer over here?"
"It might come as a shock, Ange, but beer is supposed t' be alcoholic." *snickers* "Ain't nothin' elitist in that. An' yer forgettin' who me guardian is. Pete knows every pub that serves decent beer in every city in America."
"I have to admit, the phrase "beer is for pussies" might have come up a few times back in LA. But that was American beer, of course. This "decent beer" sounds interestin'."
"'S the drink of kings, mate. Probably literally, at some point. Tell you what, when I get back, an we ain't on curfew or whatever, I'll introduce you t' the place Pete takes me to when we need t' remember we're English. Greasy food, real beer, the whole deal."
"Where's that? In New York?"
"'S definitely ain't Salem Centre, tho' Harry's has Guiness on tap, apparently. Not that I can get one in there - some do-gooder type gave the staff there a list of students. With photos." *snorts* "You can meet me one afternoon after me class with Strange..." *sudden pause*
"...Amanda? What's wrong?"
*deep breath, hint of a sniffle* "Nothin'. Just bein' a bit wet is all - not long before the Hellfire thing, Manny an' I arranged for him t' meet me after classes so we could do more of the normal datin' thing. Like an actual girlfriend an' boyfriend. Reminded me, is all. I'll be okay." *another deep breath* "How's he doin'? People keepin' an eye on him, makin' sure he eats an' all?"
"Oh, little sis. Go find Nathan when we get off the phone. 'kay? Go claim one of those hugs I'm sure he owes you as payback for all that worry. Or if he's not around, Clarice gives good hugs too... An' yeah, people are watchin' out for Manuel. Like I promised you I would."
"I'll go find the Pixie - Nate's busy with gettin' info an' stuff. But 'm okay, or I will be. Just worry 'bout him, you know that." *another breath* "An' I should probably go - 's late over here, an' that means 's horribly late over there an' the puppy needs her sleep. So do you. Oh, did you get that sleep tea I left for you? The brown paper bag on yer bed."
*paper rustles* "Yeah, I found it. Thanks, little sis, I was runnin' low an' it does help - 'specially now things've got better enough I don't need the potion or the pills so much. You sleep well too, okay? Once you've got your hug off the Pixie?"
"Well, I can always call you an' talk you t' sleep if you need it. An' yeah, I will. Helps sharin' a room, actually, even with Lee's snorin'." *snort* "She really does snore, too. Like a bloody bandsaw."
"That might help too, some nights. Do I get to have your number there, or is that one of the things you're not allowed to tell me?"
"Probably best if I call you, Ange - Remy said somethin' bout these cells bein' secure, but he's been Captain Paranoia an' told us not t' hand out the numbers. Just email me on that coded addy if you ain't gunna be in or somethin', otherwise I'll call pretty much every night. Need the break." *chuckle*
*laughs* "Okay, that works. I don't think I'll be goin' out, but I'll let you know if I'm not gonna be here for whatever reason."
"That sounds like a plan t' me, big brother." *yawns* "All right, I should sleep. Got me some major work t' do tomorrow."
"Don't forget to find Clarice first. Sleep well, little sis."
*practically audible eye roll* "I won't forget. Night, Ange. Keep a spot warm on the back porch for me."
"Always do. Stay safe, whatever it is you're doin'. Night."
"I will. Night. Good t' talk t' you, big brother."
*click*
