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May 4, 2000 |
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Yo establishes contact with
Alayne...
To the image of Alayne, Yosannah says "Who is this Rrauwl person, Alayne!" She is all in a huff, "I mean really."
Alayne jerks her head back as sparks fly, she pushes up a pair of dirty goggles. Darkness surrounds her except for a glowing light. Musical notes screech offkey. "You didn't insult him did you, Yo."
Yosannah says "Insult him! I didn't even know who the heck he was! He was taking some nonsense about making my gown. He said you said I knew his work or something."
Alayne says, "You knew he worked for me, I told you once." she rolls her eyes. "One second. in her hands she brings up a metal clipper, clipping so mething in midair. Reddish green glows across an invisible wire, that snaps in two. The music stops. "He's making your wedding dress." Alayne mutters under her breath, cursing. "I -said- the red one, -not- the green one ." to someone in the background.
Yosannah says "Yeah, he said you said I knew his work. Knowing he works for you is one thing but..." She throws up her arms, "I felt bad cause I didn't recognize him. And who are you talking to?"
The image of Alayne's eyebrows narrow. "Gabriel. My brother, he's helping me with my experiment. Yo, I showed you one of his outfits once a long time ago, it was the sexy gypsy one. But that's alright. Don't worry about it. He's really good. Be nice to him."
Damen arrives at the Penthouse.
Yosannah sighs, "Yeah yeah yeah. Well, I don't have his trump. So I told him I'd have you get back to him."
Alayne says, "I'll tell him. Gabriel, no....the -red- one. Damnit." There's a very loud explosion, and smoke billoughs. Alayne coughs, her face becoming soot-smudged as she wipes her forehead. "For crissake. Can't get any good help these days."
Damen says "What?"
Yosannah waves a dismissive hand at Damen, "Alayne... what the hell is going on over there!"
Damen smirks and nods, moving to the kitchen to retrieve some sushi from the fridge.
Alayne says, completely seriously, "I'm making contact with the cosmos. I'll get back to you. Let me...No. Oh hell..." she says, "Look, gotta run. I'll contact him, you just let him measure you."
Yosannah crosses her arms, "I don't know about some man I don't know doing my measurements.. but if you say so."
Damen grins, "It's called a tailor, hon...they even had them where you're from."
The image of Alayne says, "Trust me." and grins, that 'indiana jones' style grin. "Its all under control." Alayne cringes, as there's another small explosion in the background.
Yosannah rolls her eyes and closes the connection with Alayne.
Damen grabs a pair of metal chopsticks and begins shoveling sushi into his mouth and shrugs, "Sounds like a New Yorker."
Yosannah humphs, "Did you know about this then? This tailor?"
"Of course not. That would piss you off."
She nods and points a finger in Damen's direction. "You bet your ass it would." She nods some more, "Wait. Does that mean you knew and you just aren't telling me cause you didn't want to piss me off?" She crinkles up her forehead.
He smirks, stuffing some more sushi in his mouth. "Sucks being predictable, huh?"
Yosannah frowns, "This is quickly turning into something I have absolutely no say over."
Damen laughs, "You wanted Alayne to be part of it. Your fault." He offers, munching on a piece of salmon. "Sushi?"
Yosannah ragards him as he shoves the goo into his mouth, "you know... that's really unatractive the way you're eating..." She hops onto the couch and Damen follows her.