McQUEEN, Norah / BURRFOOT, Tasslehoff (doorknobs) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-07-16 17:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric sizemore, norah mcqueen |
Who: Norah McQueen and Eric Sizemore
What: Norah goes visiting.
When: Thursday, late afternoon.
Where: Comix'd in Boston.
Warnings: None!
Norah had been settled in Dublin for a number of months, and she loved it. The people, the places...it was everything she could have wanted. That, however, didn't mean that it was everything that Tas could have wanted. He'd never wanted to settle. As far as Tas was concerned, it didn't get any better than traveling, going to new places and seeing new things. She kept him happy by slipping away on her days off, and going on what she termed as 'mini-adventures'. Recently, those had included mostly bopping around the various attractions in Ireland. But on that particular day, when she got out of bed, everywhere she thought about going was just...dissatisfying. She spent some time wandering around her apartment, talking to Tas and trying to figure out just what to do with her day.
She'd been flipping through her emails when inspiration struck. One of the good things about being a reincarnate was the access to the transportation network. Or, as Norah like to call it, 'that zapping machine'. With that, she'd be able to jump back to the States and visit someone. Most of the time, she used it to see her family. Now, though, she thought it would be fun to see one of her new friends. More specifically, Eric. He worked at a comic shop in Boston. That should be easy enough to find. It never occurred to her to call or text or anything to let him know she was coming. In that way, her and Tas were very similar. They went where they wanted, without giving anyone else involved too much notice. That had caused problems in the past, but everything worked out okay in the end.
Catching a ride to the nearest Agency office, she waited in line to be teleported to the Boston branch. The trip was a little disorienting. Jumping that many timezones without batting an eyelash usually was. She took a few minutes to get her bearings again before setting out with directions on how to get where she was going. It wasn't too far, so she was able to walk instead of trying to hail a cab. While she walked, she sang, an old Kender traveling song that she'd learned from Tas. In her opinion, her voice was much nicer than his. "Your one true loves a sailing ship, that anchors at our pier. We lift her sails, we man her decks, we scrub the portholes clear." There were some people who looked at her funny. All she did was smile. There wasn't a day that went by without someone looking at her like that.
"And yes, our lighthouse shines for her. And yes, our shores are warm. We steer her in to harbor, any port in a storm." Oh hey, there was the comic shop. Skipping happily, she pushed the door open, looking around. She didn't know anything about comics, but there was a lot of pretty pictures and bright colors surrounding her now. That meant automatic distraction for her. Going straight to the nearest shelf, she started to browse, not looking for anything particular. "The sailors stand upon the decks, the sailors stand in line. As thirsty as a dwarf for gold, or centaurs for cheap wine. For all the sailors love her, and flock to where she's moored, each man hoping that he might go down, all hands on board."