Somewhere in the ethereal plane...
Aug. 28th, 2019 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mother_forkerThe man wore a suit and a bow tie. It looked very dapper. His white hair was cleanly cut and flowed back like an angel. Which he wasn't, not by a long shot. He sat with a woman who was not a woman and they both kept examining little pieces of ticker tape as it flowed out of one of those glass domed stock tickers. But they weren't looking at stock prices.
Not by a long shot.
"You know I've been thinking..."
The woman who was not a woman did their best not to sigh. "Have you now?"
"We've done everything we can with operation snowplow. I think we need to go back further. Hedge our bets as it were."
They put down their ticker tape and gave the man a look. "Michael, I don't know how much farther we can push our luck. It's bad enough we keep sneaking past the doorman. If we start playing with timelines it could get out of hand. If the Judge notices you'll be retired and I'll be marbleized."
"Look Janet, I just think that we go back further we can change her path. Maybe just a little. So when the time comes getting her to meet with the rest will be easier," he said reaching into his coat and pulling out a brochure. "Sometime after she left her parents. I was thinking of a new school. One that deals with strange and odd circumstances. Plus? They have regular ethics courses."
The entity known as Janet frowned somewhat at the brochure. "I don't know, Michael. Sending her to an interdimensional nexus could be asking for trouble. And how do you plan to go back that far?"
"Jeremy Bearimy," he said simply.
They shrugged and continued to look at a ticker tape for someone named Jason Mendoza. "I think it could make things worse but if- Oooo."
"What?"
"Jason is wearing cut off shorts today."
Meanwhile in Arizona there was a different conversation happening. Actually, it was more of an announcement.
Eleanor was standing on top of a table and pulling the trigger on an airhorn in the middle of her high school. "Listen up nerds! I'm done with this trash bag of a city. I'm heading East to a new school with no football team or bitchy blonde cheerleaders who make us all feel inferior. Where am I going? I don't give a shit. But they have a bar that doesn't check IDs. So that's pretty much beyond whatever the highlight of the school is.
And with that she threw the air horn at a football player's head, missed and then started to strut out of the cafeteria. "See you in hell, bitches. I'm going to get my drink on."
[NFI & NFB as she's off island.]
Not by a long shot.
"You know I've been thinking..."
The woman who was not a woman did their best not to sigh. "Have you now?"
"We've done everything we can with operation snowplow. I think we need to go back further. Hedge our bets as it were."
They put down their ticker tape and gave the man a look. "Michael, I don't know how much farther we can push our luck. It's bad enough we keep sneaking past the doorman. If we start playing with timelines it could get out of hand. If the Judge notices you'll be retired and I'll be marbleized."
"Look Janet, I just think that we go back further we can change her path. Maybe just a little. So when the time comes getting her to meet with the rest will be easier," he said reaching into his coat and pulling out a brochure. "Sometime after she left her parents. I was thinking of a new school. One that deals with strange and odd circumstances. Plus? They have regular ethics courses."
The entity known as Janet frowned somewhat at the brochure. "I don't know, Michael. Sending her to an interdimensional nexus could be asking for trouble. And how do you plan to go back that far?"
"Jeremy Bearimy," he said simply.
They shrugged and continued to look at a ticker tape for someone named Jason Mendoza. "I think it could make things worse but if- Oooo."
"What?"
"Jason is wearing cut off shorts today."
Meanwhile in Arizona there was a different conversation happening. Actually, it was more of an announcement.
Eleanor was standing on top of a table and pulling the trigger on an airhorn in the middle of her high school. "Listen up nerds! I'm done with this trash bag of a city. I'm heading East to a new school with no football team or bitchy blonde cheerleaders who make us all feel inferior. Where am I going? I don't give a shit. But they have a bar that doesn't check IDs. So that's pretty much beyond whatever the highlight of the school is.
And with that she threw the air horn at a football player's head, missed and then started to strut out of the cafeteria. "See you in hell, bitches. I'm going to get my drink on."
[NFI & NFB as she's off island.]
