trade my soul for a wish

[from_scratch]

This is a successor to "call me maybe", which is getting crowded.

Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.


with Mark (kappa)

with Adanya (Aestrix)

with Sable (kappa)

with Ari (andaisq)

with Metella (kappa)

with Miles (kappa)

with Isabella (Eva)

with Steel (Rockeye)

with Daphne (Maggie)

with Edie (Maggie)

Comments

[from_scratch]

Well, they can all have extra copies of the books, plenty to share around. They can also have some appetizer platters; some of these people haven't eaten anything but stimulants in a day and a half, Cam saw them - and then Cam heads out, wagging his tail, and gets in his little spaceship.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

No longer absorbed with revolutionary science, the scientists fall on the appetizer platters like piranhas on an obese cow.

[from_scratch]

Cam flies back to the university.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

It being broad daylight, the spaceship is remarked upon.

[from_scratch]

How about that. If people haven't noticed the mosquitoes by now he'll be very surprised, so. He is okay with operating in the open.

Does anyone know where Daphne is?

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Daphne is in the library, doing research for a paper. This information is provided by a blonde woman wearing all black and holding a parasol like she means it.

[from_scratch]

"...Are you Jaromira?"

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Daphne mentioned me, then."
Her accent is lightly Polish.

[from_scratch]

"She did! Nice to meet you."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Nice to meet you too. Daphne described what you're up to, and I have to say, good going."

[from_scratch]

"Thanks! I have just explained to many very exciting government scientists many many things and while I am not technically tired I do want a brief change of pace before I go do it all over again in Chinese."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Ah hah. Well, her research is neither short-term urgent nor otherwise uninterruptible."

[from_scratch]

"Cool. Which way to the library?"

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Over there. It's the grey building right beyond that ash tree," she says, pointing.

[from_scratch]

"Thanks!" He goes thataway.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

And Daphne is on the second floor, poring over a thick book.
"Oh, hello," she says. "How'd your futuretech discussions go?"

[from_scratch]

"Very well. Scientists hopped up on long-term-unsustainable combinations of stimulants are devouring appetizer platters and reading future medical texts as we speak. How are you doing?"

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Giggle.
"I'm doing fine. I have an important paper due in a few weeks but I know what I want to write about, I've got a preliminary outline sketched out, and my research is panning out nicely."

[from_scratch]

"So I can interrupt you before I go do the same thing in another language?"

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Absolutely."

[from_scratch]

Cam sits next to her and puts a wing around her. Unless she looks really surprised or something: kiss?

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Kiss!

[from_scratch]

Hooray!

They will have to exit this library at some point probably.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Probably! But let no one ever tell you kissing isn't pleasurable in its own right.

[from_scratch]

Yup. Cam is not in an overwhelming hurry; he assumes there is some tradeoff to be made between the Americans finding any hurdles to be found in getting his bequeathal out into the world so he can refine his pitch and getting the other hemisphere their shot at the information. He's going to assume this tradeoff is such that he can spend however long he likes taking a breather. Or a not-so-much-breathing-er, as the case may be.