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ladyfirestarter) wrote2007-08-26 11:30 pm
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Every so often, Charlie's called to the home office in New York. She tries to arrange a day or two extra before and after the scheduled meeting, just to walk around and see the city.
The desert has become her heart's home, but ... once or twice a year she starts to sicken for the sight of skyscrapers and yellow cabs, the way some people sicken for mountains or the sea.
It's a brisk day in early September, cool and breezy, ideal for walking.
The desert has become her heart's home, but ... once or twice a year she starts to sicken for the sight of skyscrapers and yellow cabs, the way some people sicken for mountains or the sea.
It's a brisk day in early September, cool and breezy, ideal for walking.
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"It's not there anymore."
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She probably shouldn't be grinning outright at this.
"There wasn't much damage to the surrounding rooms and hallways, but they're doing reconstruction of the whole area anyway."
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Prometheus appears to weigh and digest this. "Ah. Well. I suppose a gaping swath of carnage and destruction is preferable to a monster squatting in your hotel when you're trying to run a business establishment."
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Though it seems to be suspiciously in the direction of Times Square.
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"And we're going crosstown, as soon as we hit 42nd Street."
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He decides to restrain himself. They might, after all, run into people she knows.
What's there? He runs down the list, but nothing that he knows seems a likely candidate. "Do they still use tokens on the buses here?" he asks, idly.
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They're nearly to Times Square by now, and Charlie is cheerfully gazing around like any tourist.
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Charlie gets them on a bus and swipes them through. They find two seats together at the front, along the window.
Prometheus people-watches.
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And pauses, after a minute or two, to touch Prometheus's elbow and point at one in particular.
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"That's good. I think he'd like that. If you could ever get him out of the forge to see it." Beat. "That's not true -- he shows up at the bar from time to time. You met him yet, by any chance? He's a good guy."
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The twist of his mouth means to close the matter.
"Anyway, you should say hi to Hephaestos if you see him around."
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She cranes her neck to look out the bus window.
"Oh - almost there."
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They step off the bus, and Charlie promptly points uptown again. "About four or five blocks, and we're there."
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