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rainbowfic2013-10-31 03:26 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2013-10-31 03:26 am
Iceberg #9, Dirt Brown #16
Name: Greenling
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Iceberg #9 (wrap up well), Dirt Brown #16 (Patience)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (making no mistakes is what establishes the certainty of victory/for it means conquering an enemy that is already defeated)
Word Count: 600
Rating: Gish
Warnings: None.
Summary: Alex gives his report about what happened and tries to sort out the consequences.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Alex sat on his bed in his hotel room, having changed out his dirty, slightly ripped clothes for a more casual set of sweatpants and as t-shirt. It was still early in the day, and he hadn't eaten yet; his laptop was once again propped up on his bed, next to the room service menu.
He wished he had Diana's actual number, but the best he had was a secure email. He typed up a quick report describing the encounter with the Outsider; he begain to add that he had run through his leads, but amended that to "investigation has paused for the moment while assessing the situation". Yes, that sounds like I'm being prudent and not at all desperate for big sister to come help out, he grumbled inwardly. Regardless, things were clearly getting as dangerous as he'd worried about, which was a rare feat, given his normal level of pessimism.
He hit send and flopped back on his bed, ordering pancakes and an eggy salad. Not two minutes after he put the room phone down, his cell rang. He picked it up to look at the number; it simply said Unknown.
He hit the button to pick up. "Hello?"
"Hey kiddo." He bristled slightly- as far as he was concerned no one over 20 should be "kiddo"- but he couldn't pretend he wasn't happy to hear Diana's voice. "Got your email, thought we should catch up with you. You clear?"
He sighed with relief. "Thank you for responding so quickly. Yes, unless the room you gave me is bugged, I'm fine."
"Well of course we bugged it." Alex's lips pursed. "Hah, just kidding. Who needs bugs when you have clairvoyants? Anyway, I gotta ask, how did you get out of that one? What does "emergency exit of the premises" mean in real words?"
"It... means that I freaked out and threw a couch at it," he said, somewhat embarrassed. "Along with much of the rest of the room. And then jumped out a second-story window."
"Wow. And that worked?" She sounded genuinely impressed.
"I suppose? I don't think it was after me."
"Well, it shouldn't be. Hell, I don't know how you managed to see it. Guess you're more psychic than you think you are."
"What does that have to- I'm not a-" He took a moment to breathe. "Please tell me you have a plan."
"Yep, I got several. Were there witnesses to your window divebomb?"
"It's a pretty big city," he said grimly. "There were several."
"All right," she said as if she was taking notes. "I'll do the cops. You do the newspapers. Have you made contact with anybody?"
"I don't know," he said honestly. "Sort of?"
"Well, hold onto them for dear life, okay? We don't want to have to send a team in. We don't-" She sighed. "We don't actually have one right now we can spare. Use your powers for good, for once."
That was worrying. "You think I should throw a couch at them?"
She laughed in a way that made him nervous. It didn't actually sound happy. "I think you should find out what makes them tick and be their new best friend. That's what you do best, right?"
"Oh." Alex smirked. "That."
"Seriously. Alex." She dropped most of her normal joking tone. "I'm glad you're not freaking out too much. We may have tossed you into the deep end, but I know you can handle it. Just be patient and think things through, all right? You'll think of something."
"Thank you. Now what were you saying about... er, newspapers?"
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Iceberg #9 (wrap up well), Dirt Brown #16 (Patience)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (making no mistakes is what establishes the certainty of victory/for it means conquering an enemy that is already defeated)
Word Count: 600
Rating: Gish
Warnings: None.
Summary: Alex gives his report about what happened and tries to sort out the consequences.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Alex sat on his bed in his hotel room, having changed out his dirty, slightly ripped clothes for a more casual set of sweatpants and as t-shirt. It was still early in the day, and he hadn't eaten yet; his laptop was once again propped up on his bed, next to the room service menu.
He wished he had Diana's actual number, but the best he had was a secure email. He typed up a quick report describing the encounter with the Outsider; he begain to add that he had run through his leads, but amended that to "investigation has paused for the moment while assessing the situation". Yes, that sounds like I'm being prudent and not at all desperate for big sister to come help out, he grumbled inwardly. Regardless, things were clearly getting as dangerous as he'd worried about, which was a rare feat, given his normal level of pessimism.
He hit send and flopped back on his bed, ordering pancakes and an eggy salad. Not two minutes after he put the room phone down, his cell rang. He picked it up to look at the number; it simply said Unknown.
He hit the button to pick up. "Hello?"
"Hey kiddo." He bristled slightly- as far as he was concerned no one over 20 should be "kiddo"- but he couldn't pretend he wasn't happy to hear Diana's voice. "Got your email, thought we should catch up with you. You clear?"
He sighed with relief. "Thank you for responding so quickly. Yes, unless the room you gave me is bugged, I'm fine."
"Well of course we bugged it." Alex's lips pursed. "Hah, just kidding. Who needs bugs when you have clairvoyants? Anyway, I gotta ask, how did you get out of that one? What does "emergency exit of the premises" mean in real words?"
"It... means that I freaked out and threw a couch at it," he said, somewhat embarrassed. "Along with much of the rest of the room. And then jumped out a second-story window."
"Wow. And that worked?" She sounded genuinely impressed.
"I suppose? I don't think it was after me."
"Well, it shouldn't be. Hell, I don't know how you managed to see it. Guess you're more psychic than you think you are."
"What does that have to- I'm not a-" He took a moment to breathe. "Please tell me you have a plan."
"Yep, I got several. Were there witnesses to your window divebomb?"
"It's a pretty big city," he said grimly. "There were several."
"All right," she said as if she was taking notes. "I'll do the cops. You do the newspapers. Have you made contact with anybody?"
"I don't know," he said honestly. "Sort of?"
"Well, hold onto them for dear life, okay? We don't want to have to send a team in. We don't-" She sighed. "We don't actually have one right now we can spare. Use your powers for good, for once."
That was worrying. "You think I should throw a couch at them?"
She laughed in a way that made him nervous. It didn't actually sound happy. "I think you should find out what makes them tick and be their new best friend. That's what you do best, right?"
"Oh." Alex smirked. "That."
"Seriously. Alex." She dropped most of her normal joking tone. "I'm glad you're not freaking out too much. We may have tossed you into the deep end, but I know you can handle it. Just be patient and think things through, all right? You'll think of something."
"Thank you. Now what were you saying about... er, newspapers?"