Name: Leela L. Carroll
Age: 17
Occupation: n/a
Species: Human
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: Pramia
Place of Birth: Abingdol Falls
Current Residence: Terra
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Leela Carroll
Isn't this a curious little thing?
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East Lanterna Way
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Moonscar, as played by Sennen
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Five four, skinny, curious. She'll wander as far away from home as she wishes.
Name: Leela L. Carroll
Age: 17
Occupation: n/a
Species: Human
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: Pramia
Place of Birth: Abingdol Falls
Current Residence: Terra
Name: Leela L. Carroll
Age: 17
Occupation: n/a
Species: Human
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: Pramia
Place of Birth: Abingdol Falls
Current Residence: Terra
So begins...
Leela Carroll's Story
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Lep zoomed overhead, the very tops of trees skimming the underbelly of a vehicle that seemed to contain the features of a hoverbike, a speeder and a shuttle. It was an enclosed, modular design with rounded and tinted hard-glass providing a view out of a shining container of various lightweight and hardy alloys. It was painted black and blue, with no straight lines or frame-work present anywhere. It seemed designed to be synthetic, organic almost; Lep always maintained that it had curves greater than any woman he had ever met.
It shot down under the tree-line, small enough to dart through the trees rather well, yet large enough to contain a "pod" for a single person, with adequate leg-room and several designs for comfort and survivability. He had no problems darting from left to right between trees, gliding large roots, barely missing animals and remaining entirely comfortable at the same time.
Soon, an open area came into view, a place of short grass and a rock or two between the trees. Lep put his vehicle down, then put the engine on standby so the noise of thrusters wouldn't attract any more attention than he needed.
With that done, the tinted casing opened up and the blue-man stepped out wearing some form of red latex-and-leather uniform.
It shot down under the tree-line, small enough to dart through the trees rather well, yet large enough to contain a "pod" for a single person, with adequate leg-room and several designs for comfort and survivability. He had no problems darting from left to right between trees, gliding large roots, barely missing animals and remaining entirely comfortable at the same time.
Soon, an open area came into view, a place of short grass and a rock or two between the trees. Lep put his vehicle down, then put the engine on standby so the noise of thrusters wouldn't attract any more attention than he needed.
With that done, the tinted casing opened up and the blue-man stepped out wearing some form of red latex-and-leather uniform.
She had been in the forest for hours already. No wonder her caretakers were going mad looking for her, but Leela couldn't find it in herself to care. She had been finding wonderful, interesting things while she was out. She was picking things up, examining them, making assumptions, testing them, getting into trouble, scraping her knees, tangling her hair in the bush!
She was living!
And while she was out, she would experience even more curious things than she ever had before. Something whipped out from overhead, through the bush, through the trees. The redheaded girl looked up, was still for a moment, and not long after, began to run after where she thought she had seen it go.
Her eyes peeked over a bush from the treeline into the open area where a strange, blue-skinned man came out of a ship. Her eyes became wide.
She was living!
And while she was out, she would experience even more curious things than she ever had before. Something whipped out from overhead, through the bush, through the trees. The redheaded girl looked up, was still for a moment, and not long after, began to run after where she thought she had seen it go.
Her eyes peeked over a bush from the treeline into the open area where a strange, blue-skinned man came out of a ship. Her eyes became wide.
"Silk, are you online?"
"I am, Sir," an ambiguous and electronic voice spoke from a device that seemed to be made out of light around Lep's left wrist. More than that, though - the light seemed as though it could harden itself - become physical, if only momentarily.
"Good. Can we start the scans? I'd like to see how big this complex is. You say it runs under almost the entire area, right? Do we have any idea on the specifics?"
"Preliminary scans taken from our probe indicate that the structure is well over two thousand years old, but the technology, despite being sophisticated in it's ingenuity, does not seem to have been created with the knowledge of modern science and engineering. It almost seems as though a mixture of oil, steam and clockwork power it, as no trace of electricity or advanced energy has been found."
"But wouldn't you need an advanced form of energy to maintain a structure of the estimated size?"
"Indeed Sir, which is why it would be wise not to rule out magical sources."
"Oh yay, magic. That stuff always seems to mess with my tech. Okay, it's fine. Bring up the mini-map."
"As you wish, Sir."
A round holographic table seemed to appear over his wrist, modelled perfectly on the landscape around him. It contained life-signatures too, which was why when he noticed a second, not too far away from his own, he span towards where the red-head was hiding and pointed.
"Hey! Don't be spying on me! That's not cool!"
"I am, Sir," an ambiguous and electronic voice spoke from a device that seemed to be made out of light around Lep's left wrist. More than that, though - the light seemed as though it could harden itself - become physical, if only momentarily.
"Good. Can we start the scans? I'd like to see how big this complex is. You say it runs under almost the entire area, right? Do we have any idea on the specifics?"
"Preliminary scans taken from our probe indicate that the structure is well over two thousand years old, but the technology, despite being sophisticated in it's ingenuity, does not seem to have been created with the knowledge of modern science and engineering. It almost seems as though a mixture of oil, steam and clockwork power it, as no trace of electricity or advanced energy has been found."
"But wouldn't you need an advanced form of energy to maintain a structure of the estimated size?"
"Indeed Sir, which is why it would be wise not to rule out magical sources."
"Oh yay, magic. That stuff always seems to mess with my tech. Okay, it's fine. Bring up the mini-map."
"As you wish, Sir."
A round holographic table seemed to appear over his wrist, modelled perfectly on the landscape around him. It contained life-signatures too, which was why when he noticed a second, not too far away from his own, he span towards where the red-head was hiding and pointed.
"Hey! Don't be spying on me! That's not cool!"
The startled girl ducked down for a moment, as though thinking that if she shrunk enough, he would forget all about her, but, as it always did, her curiosity overcame any fear or cautiousness she should have had upon seeing the man. She walked right out of the bush, trotting all the way up to him.
"Amazing." she breathed, large doe-eyes locked right onto his face. She leaned in until she was scarcely an inch away, and then began to walk around him. "Is your blue skin real? Are you some kind of fae creature, or perhaps an elf? Even some kind of aquatic species? I don't think I've ever seen a person with blue skin before! Curious, curious, curious. Perhaps you have some kind of disease? Poor boy."
"Amazing." she breathed, large doe-eyes locked right onto his face. She leaned in until she was scarcely an inch away, and then began to walk around him. "Is your blue skin real? Are you some kind of fae creature, or perhaps an elf? Even some kind of aquatic species? I don't think I've ever seen a person with blue skin before! Curious, curious, curious. Perhaps you have some kind of disease? Poor boy."
Lep wasn't one to be uncomfortable around women who liked to get up in his face. He didn't lean back, or squirm, he just stared at her and then waited for her to stop wandering around.
"Uhm, I'm just an alien. Well to me, you're the alien, but since I'm on your planet I guess I'm the alien here. And yes, we have blue skin and I assure you it's entirely normal. You're stranger than I am. I mean, look at you! Red hair? Only one in a thousand have red hair where I come from! I bet more people here have blue skin than people at home have red hair!"
"Sir," Silk interrupted, "what about the mission?"
"Oh yeah. Have we located the entrance yet?"
"Not yet. Scans of the surrounding kilometre of the probe reveal no discernible passages leading into the facility."
"In that case, increase the range to five kilometres and also set up an uplink directly to my bracelet. I need live scan-feed projecting to my map display."
"As you wish. What about the girl?"
"Her?" He asked, looking at the red-head. "She's harmless. I think she might start touching me soon, though, so give me a biological profile before I catch anything contagious across species."
At that moment, he covered his mouth and nose with one sleeve and began wafting the other at her as his wrist-mounted computer scanned.
"Uhm, I'm just an alien. Well to me, you're the alien, but since I'm on your planet I guess I'm the alien here. And yes, we have blue skin and I assure you it's entirely normal. You're stranger than I am. I mean, look at you! Red hair? Only one in a thousand have red hair where I come from! I bet more people here have blue skin than people at home have red hair!"
"Sir," Silk interrupted, "what about the mission?"
"Oh yeah. Have we located the entrance yet?"
"Not yet. Scans of the surrounding kilometre of the probe reveal no discernible passages leading into the facility."
"In that case, increase the range to five kilometres and also set up an uplink directly to my bracelet. I need live scan-feed projecting to my map display."
"As you wish. What about the girl?"
"Her?" He asked, looking at the red-head. "She's harmless. I think she might start touching me soon, though, so give me a biological profile before I catch anything contagious across species."
At that moment, he covered his mouth and nose with one sleeve and began wafting the other at her as his wrist-mounted computer scanned.
She looked over his shoulder at the device he held, head leaning to the side. Oh, she wanted to touch it! And yes, as he predicted, she wanted to touch him! But the texture of his skin looked as normal and boring as her own, so she refrained, but began to dance around him as he waved the computer-watch at her, a giggle escaping.
"What in the world is that thing!" she piped, picking at his clothing here and there, trying to figure out what it was made out of. "Or out of this world. An alien! I don't think I've ever met an alien before, either. You think my red hair is odd! Isn't that just brilliant! I think it's rather a boring feature, myself. If only I had blue skin like your own! Peach colored makes me think of a pig. Big pink plump things they are. I don't mind pigs at all, but I wouldn't want to be likened to one. Would you?"
She just went on and on, all the time trying to elusively dodge his attempts at scanning her whatsoever.
"What in the world is that thing!" she piped, picking at his clothing here and there, trying to figure out what it was made out of. "Or out of this world. An alien! I don't think I've ever met an alien before, either. You think my red hair is odd! Isn't that just brilliant! I think it's rather a boring feature, myself. If only I had blue skin like your own! Peach colored makes me think of a pig. Big pink plump things they are. I don't mind pigs at all, but I wouldn't want to be likened to one. Would you?"
She just went on and on, all the time trying to elusively dodge his attempts at scanning her whatsoever.
The girl combed her hair over her shoulder with both hands, fingers tangling into the red bird's next. She gave him a rather goofy smile, biting her bottom lip before reaching her own hand out to grab his.
"Leela," said the girl, shaking his hand rather enthusiastically. "Nice to meet you, Lep! I heard you speaking about some kind of place around here. Underground!" She let go of his hand and started toward the treeline, stopping mid-stride to turn around on one foot and walk back to him. "Were you thinking of exploring it?"
Only God knew how much Leela loved to explore. Oh, perhaps even he didn't understand to what extent.
"Leela," said the girl, shaking his hand rather enthusiastically. "Nice to meet you, Lep! I heard you speaking about some kind of place around here. Underground!" She let go of his hand and started toward the treeline, stopping mid-stride to turn around on one foot and walk back to him. "Were you thinking of exploring it?"
Only God knew how much Leela loved to explore. Oh, perhaps even he didn't understand to what extent.
The setting changes from Dark Woods to East Lanterna Way
The patter of feet could clearly be heard. It wasn't bare foot onto concrete, but the clopping of heavy women's shoes. An exhausted giggle followed shortly after.
Winging it around the corner was a young lady with long, vivid red hair, her skirts lifted up to prevent her legs from getting tangled. She was dressed in a very high, neo Victorian fashion, with the bodice, the boots, the bustle, and the plethora of strings. She looked behind her with a grin, but she certainly wasn't looking out in front of her.
Right in front of her, where the man was.
Winging it around the corner was a young lady with long, vivid red hair, her skirts lifted up to prevent her legs from getting tangled. She was dressed in a very high, neo Victorian fashion, with the bodice, the boots, the bustle, and the plethora of strings. She looked behind her with a grin, but she certainly wasn't looking out in front of her.
Right in front of her, where the man was.
Philius looked up from his reverie just in time to get a facefull of ginger and get knocked arse over teakettle. His hand flew to his face, checking for his glasses. Satisfied that they were still perched atop his nose, he turned his attention to the smartly-dressed confection now very much occupying his proximity. "Are you hurt, mademoiselle?"
[[To the untrained ear, his accent would sound like a mixture of British and American English. To those in the know, it is a boarding school cultivated transatlantic.]]
[[To the untrained ear, his accent would sound like a mixture of British and American English. To those in the know, it is a boarding school cultivated transatlantic.]]
The young woman pushed herself up onto her hands, rubbing a spot on her forehead. She looked down onto the man beside her, and she slipped her lip between her teeth. She tried a smile and a wave. "A-ha-ha. Why...no...and I'm awfully sorry about that! I'd stick around to make sure you're alright, too, bu-"
"LEELA CARROLL!"
Yet another woman came stomping around the corner, this one much older than the other, if only a decade over the man's age. She wore a similar gown to the younger, but her own was lilac, and had a high, white neck. Her hair was brown, held up by many barrettes. She carried a fan in one hand.
The woman was seething at first, then all too surprised once she surveyed the scene. "Leela, what have you done!" she growled, reaching out to grab the redhead from the back of her dress and, with surprising strength, raise her onto her feet. When she looked upon the man, her expression became much more sympathetic. "You poor dear. Are you alright? Allow me to help you up! I must apologize for my daughter's misconduct!" She held a hand out to him.
"LEELA CARROLL!"
Yet another woman came stomping around the corner, this one much older than the other, if only a decade over the man's age. She wore a similar gown to the younger, but her own was lilac, and had a high, white neck. Her hair was brown, held up by many barrettes. She carried a fan in one hand.
The woman was seething at first, then all too surprised once she surveyed the scene. "Leela, what have you done!" she growled, reaching out to grab the redhead from the back of her dress and, with surprising strength, raise her onto her feet. When she looked upon the man, her expression became much more sympathetic. "You poor dear. Are you alright? Allow me to help you up! I must apologize for my daughter's misconduct!" She held a hand out to him.
East Lanterna way - This was something that Callandra hadn't made a run down in quite some time. Part of the infamous Verinotte Hollow.
Typical for Tech Con employees, she was driving a white Toyota HiLux down the narrow lantern lined road, cobbles signing their protest under large black rubber tires as the truck pulled up to what looked like some people on the side.
Thumping techno music echoed from the clearly marked truck, bearing the familiar logo on the side of the truck.
Booming bass echoed in the cabin as the truck came to a slow and ponderous stop besides the small group of people, the happenings on the side of the road.
Black tinted windows rolled down slowly but surely as a young woman with short brown hair stared at the group.
"Looks like a regular fuck-fest down here. Hey, c'mere." She called out.
Typical for Tech Con employees, she was driving a white Toyota HiLux down the narrow lantern lined road, cobbles signing their protest under large black rubber tires as the truck pulled up to what looked like some people on the side.
Thumping techno music echoed from the clearly marked truck, bearing the familiar logo on the side of the truck.
Booming bass echoed in the cabin as the truck came to a slow and ponderous stop besides the small group of people, the happenings on the side of the road.
Black tinted windows rolled down slowly but surely as a young woman with short brown hair stared at the group.
"Looks like a regular fuck-fest down here. Hey, c'mere." She called out.
He hesitated, unused to accepting a hand up from anybody other than a sparring partner, let alone beautifully dressed women of indeterminate middle age, but manners were second nature at this juncture and he instinctively knew it would be rude not to accept. He grasped the offered hand and came to his feet, examining the woman's eyes as he spoke.
"I am no worse for wear, my dear lady, and you needn't trouble your conscience with it. I am Philius Percival Wolfinson. Whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
There was unmistakable interest in his eyes and though there was an element of physical attraction (being suddenly assaulted by the presence of two such comely women in quick succession can have that effect), the majority of it was pure curiosity. His hand remained holding hers as he gave a slight bow.
"I am no worse for wear, my dear lady, and you needn't trouble your conscience with it. I am Philius Percival Wolfinson. Whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
There was unmistakable interest in his eyes and though there was an element of physical attraction (being suddenly assaulted by the presence of two such comely women in quick succession can have that effect), the majority of it was pure curiosity. His hand remained holding hers as he gave a slight bow.
A nearby window shutter was pulled down, parting the bright green shades as a suspicious gaze was thrown in the groups direction, especially at the nearby vehicle. Tech-Con in Verinotte Square? That wasn't going to go without reply, the shutters closed and the door to the nearby Gae Ceann Clubhouse flew open with a earsplitting crack.
A bouncer clad in a tight leather cut bearing the vibrant green skull and reverse anarchy symbol of the local motorcycle gang pointed at the vehicle, rapping his knuckles against the frame of the door and catching a rifle that was thrown to him from the inside. The bouncer cocked it, bearing his silver teeth and slinging it over his shoulder.
The bouncer stared daggers at the vehicle and it's occupant; Callandra. The body language was obvious. This is our territory, get the fuck out.
A bouncer clad in a tight leather cut bearing the vibrant green skull and reverse anarchy symbol of the local motorcycle gang pointed at the vehicle, rapping his knuckles against the frame of the door and catching a rifle that was thrown to him from the inside. The bouncer cocked it, bearing his silver teeth and slinging it over his shoulder.
The bouncer stared daggers at the vehicle and it's occupant; Callandra. The body language was obvious. This is our territory, get the fuck out.
The music was promptly turned down and the lone Tech Con Senior captain reached for her radio, keying it twice she called in. "Echo One niner three to central, I'm at Grid V-One Nine Seven, See if you can send some boys my way."
--"Confirmed, triangulating location, Location confirmed, dispatching additional units."
The Tech Con agent slowly craned her head at the bouncer, obscured by the truck, Callandra had reached for her own weapon, a plasma pistol tucked in the center console of the truck.
"Hey, I don't want trouble, and you don't want trouble, go back inside and I'll kindly pass on through. You want to make this worse I'll happily oblige." She shouted at the bouncer, while flipping a switch and toggling a small targeting joystick. A handful of clunking sounds echoed and a 38mm Fuel-Rod Cannon folded out from the bed of the truck, then swiveled over and bore aim at the lone bouncer.
"Don't say you haven't been warned."
--"Confirmed, triangulating location, Location confirmed, dispatching additional units."
The Tech Con agent slowly craned her head at the bouncer, obscured by the truck, Callandra had reached for her own weapon, a plasma pistol tucked in the center console of the truck.
"Hey, I don't want trouble, and you don't want trouble, go back inside and I'll kindly pass on through. You want to make this worse I'll happily oblige." She shouted at the bouncer, while flipping a switch and toggling a small targeting joystick. A handful of clunking sounds echoed and a 38mm Fuel-Rod Cannon folded out from the bed of the truck, then swiveled over and bore aim at the lone bouncer.
"Don't say you haven't been warned."
"I am Nora Carroll, and this is my daughter, Leela. I am pleased to meet you, Mister Wolfinson. I'm also glad to hear Leela didn't cause you too much trouble the five seconds she was out of my sight."
Leela folded her arms and huffed stubbornly. Nora nudged her leg with an attempt at a nonchalant kick. With an audible, irritated groan, the teenager curtsied to the man. "I am very sorry," she said grudgingly, and only because her mother had been pushing her to do so.
Nora looked about the shop with a smile. "Oh. Perhaps you are new to the area? How convenie-" She was cut off harshly by the blaring techno music and an incredibly rudely spoken young woman. Nora frowned, but Leela seemed somewhat curious. They exchanged glances, then tried to do the same with Mister Wolfinson. They noticed yet another person join the scene as a door opened, revealing a dark skinned man. He seemed to be glaring at the woman.
And then guns were pulled.
Nora held fast onto Leela with a gasp, pulling her back. "My God!"
Leela folded her arms and huffed stubbornly. Nora nudged her leg with an attempt at a nonchalant kick. With an audible, irritated groan, the teenager curtsied to the man. "I am very sorry," she said grudgingly, and only because her mother had been pushing her to do so.
Nora looked about the shop with a smile. "Oh. Perhaps you are new to the area? How convenie-" She was cut off harshly by the blaring techno music and an incredibly rudely spoken young woman. Nora frowned, but Leela seemed somewhat curious. They exchanged glances, then tried to do the same with Mister Wolfinson. They noticed yet another person join the scene as a door opened, revealing a dark skinned man. He seemed to be glaring at the woman.
And then guns were pulled.
Nora held fast onto Leela with a gasp, pulling her back. "My God!"
Phil, too, was distracted by the insanity suddenly erupting around them. Although somewhat nervous, he kept a cool head, taking Nora and Leela by their arms and gingerly guiding them toward the door. He fiddled with the keys for a moment, managed to get the proper one in the practically-antique lock, and turned it with an audible click.
A tiny bell above jingled its protest as Philius opened the door with more force than strictly warranted. He pulled the two ladies through, watching the scene outside with dismay, then closed the door, engaged the deadbolt, and looked above the shop window. He sighed his relief as he spotted the metal shutter and quickly pulled it down into place, the room suddenly quite dark.
Phil groped in the dark for a moment before locating and flipping the light switch. A single hanging bulb in the middle of the shop floor flickered on, almost reluctantly. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he found a few chairs behind the checkout desk and pulled them nearer the lonely incandescent bulb.
Unable to suppress a nervous laugh, Phil waved to the seats in silent offer to his impromptu guests. "Ladies."
A tiny bell above jingled its protest as Philius opened the door with more force than strictly warranted. He pulled the two ladies through, watching the scene outside with dismay, then closed the door, engaged the deadbolt, and looked above the shop window. He sighed his relief as he spotted the metal shutter and quickly pulled it down into place, the room suddenly quite dark.
Phil groped in the dark for a moment before locating and flipping the light switch. A single hanging bulb in the middle of the shop floor flickered on, almost reluctantly. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he found a few chairs behind the checkout desk and pulled them nearer the lonely incandescent bulb.
Unable to suppress a nervous laugh, Phil waved to the seats in silent offer to his impromptu guests. "Ladies."
Nora let go a sigh once they were both inside, her chest heaving from a miniature panic from the events that transpired out in the street. She brought a hand up over her heart, closing her eyes. "My goodness, it's barely our second day here!" Her eyes flickered open to land on Mister Wolfinson. "What a brave and wonderful gentleman you are! I can't thank you enough for ushering us inside! That looked like gang activity."
"Gang activity!" exclaimed Leela excitedly. "How wo- I mean...what a shame. People should strive to be high-class citizens like ourselves more..." She nodded, then gave Mister Wolfinson a bright, fake smile. "But yes, yes. Thank you. I'd rather not bare a likeness to Swiss cheese."
Nora guided Leela over to the chairs, where they sat. "Have you been here long?" the older woman asked. "Does this happen very often?"
"Gang activity!" exclaimed Leela excitedly. "How wo- I mean...what a shame. People should strive to be high-class citizens like ourselves more..." She nodded, then gave Mister Wolfinson a bright, fake smile. "But yes, yes. Thank you. I'd rather not bare a likeness to Swiss cheese."
Nora guided Leela over to the chairs, where they sat. "Have you been here long?" the older woman asked. "Does this happen very often?"
Philius assessed the two women more thoroughly. Despite his initial attraction to the fiery young woman, he quickly categorized Leela as a mad teenager, little better than a child, and prone to bad form at that. His gaze flicked now to Nora and his brief examination told him that she was a woman of eloquence, sagacity, and poise. He smiled at her, thoroughly charmed, and directed his words to her. "Unfortunately not."
His smile faltered as he indicated the room around him. The shop floor was empty, save a desk, a table, some shelves lining the walls, and the four chairs in evidence, all covered in a thin layer of dust. "I'd only just arrived arrived when your rather energetic child... made her introduction. My belongings haven't arrived, yet, but there is some basic furniture in the bedroom upstairs. You and your daughter are welcome to the bed if things don't calm down out there soon."
"As for the distasteful display going on out there, I saw no indication of gang presence when I came to look at the property." He brightens. "Ah, yes. I should explain. This is to be my shop, Epilogue Books. Do you read much, Madame Carroll?"
His smile faltered as he indicated the room around him. The shop floor was empty, save a desk, a table, some shelves lining the walls, and the four chairs in evidence, all covered in a thin layer of dust. "I'd only just arrived arrived when your rather energetic child... made her introduction. My belongings haven't arrived, yet, but there is some basic furniture in the bedroom upstairs. You and your daughter are welcome to the bed if things don't calm down out there soon."
"As for the distasteful display going on out there, I saw no indication of gang presence when I came to look at the property." He brightens. "Ah, yes. I should explain. This is to be my shop, Epilogue Books. Do you read much, Madame Carroll?"
"We'd be grateful, thank you," said Nora, smiling thankfully at him. "Oh, don't apologize. It's all..." my husband's fault, "...part of moving to a new place!" Her smile tightened.
Leela crossed her arms, biting her lip. "Well, I don't think it's really as bad as you think! They probably just had a tiff. The guns weren't pointed at us."
Nora shot her daughter a look, eyes narrowing. Leela turned her nose up.
"Well...moving on. This is going to be a bookstore, is it? Lovely. I do love to read. Well, at least I know where I'll be coming when I'm looking for a good read."
Leela crossed her arms, biting her lip. "Well, I don't think it's really as bad as you think! They probably just had a tiff. The guns weren't pointed at us."
Nora shot her daughter a look, eyes narrowing. Leela turned her nose up.
"Well...moving on. This is going to be a bookstore, is it? Lovely. I do love to read. Well, at least I know where I'll be coming when I'm looking for a good read."
Phil looked at Leela as though she'd said something profoundly insane. "Just had a tiff? There are plasma cannon pointed at a nearby pub. How is that at all acceptable?"
He quickly turned his attention back to Nora. "I, for one, am glad you've moved nearby. I didn't expect to make such agreeable acquaintances so quickly." His eyes met hers with admiration, then lit up with delight. "Madam. I don't suppose you'd consider starting a book club here. I just know that a woman of your obvious taste and breeding would draw other ladies of quality here, and it would mean we'd be free to enjoy each other's company more frequently."
He quickly turned his attention back to Nora. "I, for one, am glad you've moved nearby. I didn't expect to make such agreeable acquaintances so quickly." His eyes met hers with admiration, then lit up with delight. "Madam. I don't suppose you'd consider starting a book club here. I just know that a woman of your obvious taste and breeding would draw other ladies of quality here, and it would mean we'd be free to enjoy each other's company more frequently."
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