Bertie | King George VI (george_vi) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-01-10 22:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | miguel o'hara, ~george vi |
Who? Bertie & Miguel
Where? A corridor, then probably food court.
When? After his CB broadcast.
What? New arrival stuff.
Open? If you want.
Rating? Probably low.
Everything about this was completely fucking mental.
At first, all he could think was that it had something to do with the outbreak of war. They'd put him in a little room with just his wife, Lionel and a mircophone, and then... and then... either removed him from the country to protect the head of state, because they knew that he wouldn't leave willingly and would've had to be dragged out of the palace literally kicking and screaming and that would've been very undignified for everyone else. Or something more sinister.
Both male voices he'd heard so far had been American. Dr O'Hara at least feigned ignorance, but the other, Charlie, admitted to knowing his identity. So far, all the intelligence he had received indicated that although the American government were opting to be officially 'neutral', that he had their support should it come to that. He was to consider them allies, even if it was not officially the case at the present moment. Had he been misinformed? Were they sending him to America to protect him? Where the men even American at all, or just putting on a convincing enough accent?
Then what about the female. English as they came, claiming he'd not only left the planet but been catapulted 80 years into the future while they were at it. What the fuck was that all about?
These were the questions spinning about in his head as he paced up and down a couple of metres length of the corridor, waiting for the mysterious American to come to him. Christ, maybe he should be running.