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[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

….oh, what the hell.

Seriously? There better be a trap door or something here somewhere, so I can get where I need to be fast, before someone shoots me or my kids or Andy.

Someone shooting Andy might be a good idea, actually. It might give him a reality check. Maybe someone will do it when he leaves for boot camp. But that's not the point. The point is that I need to get out of here now, before U-Turn throws a temper tantrum.

Trade secret, if anyone can hear me; pissing off a drug lord who doesn't see the point in keeping you alive in the first place is a very bad idea. Especially when he knows where you live.

--have I told anyone where the kids go, when I die? I know I told Lupita but I just fired her, because of the very big debt I have to pay so I can't pay her, but I think she's the only one I told. Great. Andy is going to get my kids.

Okay, Nancy. Keep it together. You've been in worse situations. At least you don't have a lot of guns pointed at you right now. Just breathe, and try to find a way out of here, so that you can keep on going with your very dangerous job and maybe get shot or shot at, either one.


((She's a drug dealer. FYI. :O))

Comments

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Concerned Willow is concerned and pinged by drugs.] It's okay, miss. When you're here, time stops in your place of origin.

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

--really?

That's good. Very good. Definitely a load off.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Smiles reassuringly here.] I agree. if anything else, this place is a good place to get away from everything a bit.

But I digress; can I ask how you got here?

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

That's just the thing. I don't know.

I'm Nancy, by the way.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Willow Rosenberg. Pleasure to meet you, Nancy.

And that's odd. Most people come here various ways. I myself thought I was going into a Wiccan shop when I found myself here.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You can go back any time you want... although time doesn't pass whilst you're here, so you might want to be careful if you've got people pointing guns at you.

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

No guns. Not yet, anyway.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

At least no-one's pointed one yet.

Ianto Jones, by the way.

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

I'd like to keep it that way today, too.

Nancy. Nice to meet you.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

{Laughs} Sounds like your job deals with the world of contraband.

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

I guess I let that slip, huh?

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Just a little. No problem with me, though.

{She takes a few moments to light up a cigar} What do you deal? Passports, drugs, porn, people? Those seem to be the most common on Roanapur.

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

Just drugs.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[blinks] Ne ne you talk funny, gero! Why is that, hm hm? And who are you talking to, hm hm hm? [looks around]

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

It's speak. I speak funny.

And I'm not talking to anyone in particular.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

Speak? Speak, gero? So you really speak funny! Why? Ne, ne why?

Oh, oh I though you are, because you were ta-- um, speaking a lot, and humans usually do that when others are around, gero! No?

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

I don't speak any funnier than you do.

Sometimes people talk to themselves out of frustration.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[SORRY NANCY, but you has piqued Ragnar's curiosity. He currently doesn't look very much like himself, (http://community.livejournal.com/realityshifted/226921.html) either. He sits about six feet away, regarding her with curiosity and concern.]

I have had experience with guns. They are extremely unpleasant things. Is there a reason that human being would create such a thing, beyond their own personal inability to cause great damage?

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

To shoot people who don't show up on time.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Gives an unpleasant rumble.] This is not, I would say, an offense worthy of such a reaction.

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

It is with the people I've been working with lately.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[You've had the massive talking kitty--now have the tiny one, tabby-striped and clumsy despite being well out of kittenhood. Also there's a spark plug embedded in her skull.]

I knew someone who got shot! [Sniffing around Nancy's foot.]

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

.....well, I've gone crazy.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Pout.] Why does everybody say that?

[budbaroness.livejournal.com]

Cats don't talk.