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Winifred "Fred" Burkle (i_figure) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-06-29 21:09:00

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annie wagner, megan gwynn, winifred burkle

Thoughts and errands, thoughtful errands (Annie, Megan)
Fred hadn't been in hiding since the strange meeting at the bookstore. She'd meant to check on Errol, but the check-up hadn't gone at all how she'd planned. Not that she'd had anything planned in particular, but she was certain that she would not have planned what happened had she been allowed to plan anything. Or admitted to planning anything.

She was glad to see that Errol was working with someone, rather than sitting all alone in the bookstore. He needed companionship, someone to remind him that he was human and it was okay to smile. Beauty seemed very much the right person for that, what little Fred had been able to gather from the odd brief meeting. She smiled - Beauty had - which was a good thing. And, she was soft in a giving way; Beauty'd only wanted the best outcome, hadn't she? She cared, again another plus in Fred's opinion. Of course, this was all going on a very short brief meeting and way too many assumptions. Then again, Beauty worked in a bookstore, not a strip joint, so surely she was that sort of bookish Beauty, not the other kind? Not that there was anything wrong with strippers; Fred just hadn't met many.

The brainy Texan continued this sort of inner dialogue, working out what had happened as well as throwing in a few items from her day job; she was starting to wonder if they didn't need an accountant or insurance. Angel Investigations wasn't a huge money maker, but sure, she could make the money that did come in work for her somehow.

The City allowed her time to think during her walk. She had a destination in mind, a purpose, and she hoped that she was going to get good answers. Annie could help; she just knew the technopath could. That's what mutants were for if they weren't trying to take over the world and subjugate the human race, right?

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i_gotsoul
2012-07-11 02:18 am UTC (link)

"With a little help from my friends," she said to Fred and Annie, grinning again. The smile wilted just a degree. "And my mother."

She changed the subject, glad to be talking of anything else, but especially concerts and dancing and actual fun stuff. "Dance? Really? What kind, do you know? I don't know ballet or anything like that, but if there's some kind of modern dance thing that could be interesting. And I've never been to an opera before. Or do they just call it an opera house but really they just put on regular plays there? We should look into that. Maybe we'll get lucky and some sort of famous musician will get sucked in next." Except she grimaced and clapped her one hand over her mouth as soon as she realized what she'd said. "That was horrible. I'm sorry."

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cyberpath
2012-07-11 04:24 am UTC (link)

"I'm pretty sure the Opera House does a bit of everything." Annie ducked behind the counter for a moment, searching through a bunch of stuff that she'd stuck back there to get sorted. Then hadn't sorted it, of course. She popped back up holding a flyer.

"There, see?" It was a pretty thing, all fancy and attractive to the eye. She slid it across the counter for Fred and Megan to see. She hadn't looked into the place beyond this, though, because she wasn't really sure it was her kind of thing.

"I know the feeling of hoping you'll see somebody you know and then thinking about how selfish that is, considering what this place is. But it's gotten better since I've made friends." Annie laughed a bit. "Of course, it's been a lot easier to make friends here than it's ever been in my whole life."

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i_figure
2012-07-11 11:59 pm UTC (link)

"I know the manager, I think he's the manager. He is kind of handsy, but not in the bad way. I think he might touch the wrong person, and he'll get a whallop." Fred nodded then sighed softly. That had been one of Jensen's and hers arguments. The last one maybe. Stupid boys.

"I have had people I knew here. They left. It's kind of sad when they go, but then you just keep moving on. You can't stay still or you die, kind of like sharks but in a much nicer way." She laughed softly.

"But, I know there's going to be ballet at the Opera House, and there might be actual opera there. Who knows. But they had auditions..." She motioned to Annie's flyer. "It is very nice making friends here." Yes, she was going back and forth between subjects, smiling.

"Well, ladies, I am gonna get going. Annie, let me know what you can find. And, I'll take any heat if someone gets miffy about your being in the system. I don't think they will. Who knows what we can find once we get it all figured out." She didn't ask the one question she really wanted to ask; she wouldn't. Not yet. She didn't know if the information that was lost could be recalled or even duplicated. She wanted to ask, to know, but she'd just let it be. For now.

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	i_gotsoul 2012-07-13 02:57 am UTC (link)
	Megan leaned in to look at the flyer. "Oh, that's pretty. Flyer like that, you know they're classy. Plus the whole opera thing." She grinned at Fred. "It was nice meeting you. If you want, I could burn some music for you. I don't think Ali has to worry much about royalties from this place." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cyberpath 2012-07-13 07:55 pm UTC (link)
	Annie smiled at Fred. "I'll let you know as soon as I can." She didn't know just what she was getting into, but she was fairly certain it'd still be a good sight sooner than would be expected. She looked at the flyer again, then at her friends. "Maybe we can arrange a night to go check out what they've got." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_figure
2012-07-14 03:12 am UTC (link)

"Oh, that'd be great." Fred smiled at Megan, very glad that she wasn't leaving on such a down/uncomfortable note. They were good girls after all.

"Just let me know when." She meant that for both of them. "Thanks again, both of you. I'll see you round. Tacos and waffles are on me!" It was almost a triumphant announcement before she waved and showed herself out. She left feeling productive, a little old but productive.

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