[So, Yvonne is in the Mi-5 hospital cafeteria / common meeting area. She's had her initial wounds treated and will be in need of more care soon enough, but for now she's on her own recognizence.] * Yvonne eats oatmeal cream pies. [At the start there's no one she recognizes there, although most of the people, a few patient looking types, one attractive if scarred at the moment, and some family, are all sitting to watch an apparent upcoming press conference on the resolution of the Chunnel Incident.] [Although presently there's just talking heads, hasn't started yet....] * Yvonne casually makes her way over to the attractive one. "Hello!" * Yvonne watches TV! * Attractive one looks back for a moment. "Uh," Takes a closer look at Yvonne and voice cheers a bit. "Hi." He then makes sure she has room to watch and looks back to the now starting conference. (And she makes sure he has plenty TO watch.) * Yvonne smiles, and watches more TV! Oh, hey! They're talking about my first mission! Yay! [A few people glance at Yvonne briefly, the attractive guy looks a little longer. "Looks like you had it rougher than I did."] Oh yeah, I got shot a bunch, and blow'd up. * Attractive guy chuckles for a moment and then looks her over again. "My, you're serious. I feel bad being in here for only be slashed repeatedly and stabbed." Ooooh. Well, that wouldn't be good either. How'd it happen? Attractive guy> Just a series of smugglers with ceramic weapons. Thought I had them all but one jumped me from behind, sloppy work on my part really. Oh. Ceramic? They were hitting you with pots? * Attractive guy chuckles. "No, just an inferior grade of knife with the advantage that it can slip past even high quality metal detectors." [ There's an argument out in the hall! "Look, mister. I know the clothes are a little misleading but I DON'T WORK HERE, alright? I don't have your goddamned vicodin. Will you back off?" "Why the hell are you wearing that getup, then?!" ] * Yvonne nods. "Oh. That's-" She looks towards the door. "Uh... Sounds like there's an argument." [ There is an argument! Between a shortish silver-hairded young man dressed in a practically skintight old-style male nurse's outfit, and an old man who left his room in a hospital gown without thinking of the ramifications of this. "I'm here to visit people, alright? Will you back off?" "Don't you have any SHAME? I can see your nipples!" ] (Hairded!) (I am hairdededededed.) * Yvonne peers. "I can see them too! Heee!" [Most of the people in the room glance over, though the bulk of them look back to the TV. There's been a fair numbers of weirdos in the hospital of late.] [ "Listen, buddy. Unless you want a fat lip to go with whatever you're in here for..." Now it's getting fun. A female orderly stops by and gives the silver-haired man a look. "What are you doing away from the station? The man down in 6B needs his medication!" "I'M THE MAN FROM 6B!" ] * Yvonne tilts her head. "Who's the man from 6A?" * Yvonne giggles at the TV. [ The orderly and the Man from UNCLE start bickering about why he's not in his room, and the silver-haired guy takes this opportunity to slip into the room Yvonne and the others are in! And he promptly shuts either a curtain or a door or a STEEL WALL or whatever's handy behind him. "A pregnant woman was in 6A. I think." ] Ooooh. * Frei shrugs. "That or really fat. Is Mad Dog here?" [People are mostly settled back into watching TV although a few prefer the apparently undermedicated for their entertainment. Who? Oh, the woman with the big phallic gun! * Frei raises an eyebrow. "I like a woman with priorities. Yes, her." Nope! Red's not around either. Her chest is bigger. * Frei fingersnaps. "Damn." * Frei eyes the TV. "Smooth talker, but I've heard that spiel a thousand times. Literally." * Yvonne giggles. "It's funny 'cause it's not true." * Frei eyes Yvonne critically for a moment, and then can say, at best, "....yessss." That gal Char-mutt, he likes to use big abstract words. * Frei hmms and crosses his arms. "I guess that's what politicians do. This is kind of a big deal." He pauses. "Wonder what it means for the SAwhosawhatsis." Huh? * Frei snaps his fingers and waves his hand in a circle. "SA somethingorother. Outfit Maggie's with. I just figured she'd be here because she likes to blow things up and something got blowded up." (That one was purposeful.) Ooooh. She wasn't on that mission. But I was! And stuff did get blowded up! * Frei blinks. "Wait a minute. Are you with them?" Uh huh! * Frei seems to spend a long, long time processing that. "Doing... what?" Well, last time I got blow'd up and shot a lot. And I beat some guys up. * Frei smiles. At least she's honest. "Good for you! I think. Nice hair, by the way. Very Secret of NIMH." Thanks! I like your hair too. It's kinda like mine, sorta. * Frei fluffs his bangs with one hand. "You think so? I was born with it." Wow. It's neat! * Frei grins. He's at least figured out that Yvonne is a total space cadet but decides to run with it. "Well, at least you look to be in decent shape for someone who got shot and blown up and various other things." He looks at the TV. Yeah, the doctors here are real good. * Frei tilts his head. "Who's the spin doctor talking about international borders?" * Yvonne peers at the TV. "I dunno." * Yvonne giggles. "I haven't been paying much attention!" ...aha. * Frei looks around. "Anyone else have an answer? I have candy." She keeps talking about values. Values values values. * Attractive guy glances over at Eckerd. "Won't be necessary, and believe the person you mean is Dame Eckerd, a Mi-5 Bureau chief." Oh, her! * Frei awws at attractive guy and bats his eyes. "You sure? I've got suckers!" (SO subtle.) * Attractive guy. "Quite sure, but thanks." He looks back to the TV. I like candy. * Frei pouts. "Dame Eckerd, huh?" He blinks, then ehes at Yvonne and produces a blow pop (because, you know: incubus) from his pocket, handing it to her. "Well, hey. You have cool hair, you deserve a lolly." * Yvonne grins and takes it. (It's cherry!) * Yvonne watches TV. "It was only my first mission. How was I supposed to know if I was trained enough?" * Frei eyes the press conference and zooms in on Jon a little. "Hm. S'a good question, although usually it's the army types who bust that out. 'Can we have more (choose one: claymores, muskets, howitzers, submarines, rice), please?'." (*chooses submarines and makes a sandwich.*) * Frei mutters and has a seat. In mid-air, because he's distracted. "Blah blah rhetoric. Do these people listen to themselves talk?" I think so, but it seems like it would be quicker if they just had a sign saying "We failed. Sorry. Give us more money and we'll do better next time." * Frei eyes Yvonne distractedly when she's not looking. Is she some sort of savant? * Yvonne is not! Probably. * Frei looks at the TV again. "Well, I came hoping to find Mad Dog, but I got to hear some interesting stuff instead. Coulda come out worse." * Yvonne giggles. "We'll switch from Aristotle to Socrates! * Frei looks around, fanning blow pops in his fingers. "You sure nobody else wants candy? This is pretty entertaining." (Certainly not suspicious! Pulling a Morrigan and sitting on thin air. Would you like some candy, little boy?) * Frei shrugs and has a lolly himself. It's watermelon! "What she means is, they're drafting supernaturals to do the repairs as a PR stunt so it won't cost a damn dime. Pretty slick." [One of the family people, younger sort, looks interested but his mother shoots him a look and he looks away.] Hehehe. I wonder if they'll have the big metal guy do it? He's probably still down there anyway. * Frei snickers and sucks on his lolly. "Maybe I should offer my services as a consultant? Steady work. It'd be my first real job in... uh..." Another suck. "Um, ever." Oooh. That's a good idea. I could be a consultant too! People can consult me. On, um, stuff. * Frei blinks. *lick* "What's your specialty?" I got a big chest. * Frei pauses. Then licks. It's a lolly, and it is solid and comforting and tastes of watermelon. "WEll... yes. Yes you do." People have been hired for worse stuff. *lick* * Yvonne nods. "SAB doesn't have enough big-chested women, so they hired me!" (Poor Kahlya. ;_;) (Ha.) (True, though.) * Frei nods and shifts. Air is apparently uncomfortable. "So, uh, do you do anything else besides have a killer rack?" ( Seriously. There's Yvonne, Red and Saki, and I think that's it >.> ) (I could have super boobies! If I died and made another host body.) * Yvonne grins, revealing her fangs. "Deez." * Frei raises an eyebrow. "...you don't have some demon heritage, do you?" ("Why?" "No reason. Gotta go!") I know some demons! * Frei blinks. "...I see." *lick* Back to square one. * Frei eyes the TV. "Hey, good question! I like that one." * Frei blinks and gives up on the licking, just biting into the rest and chewing on the gum idly and watching for Lanova's response. * Yvonne watches Lanova, not really interested in her response. * Frei chews. "Clearly, she did it." (Lanova, in the ballroom, with the revolver.) Not the butler? * Frei raises an eyebrow. "Dunno. Does she have a butler?" Maybe she hired one to do it. * Frei hehs. "Well, one theory's as good as 'nother." Ooooh, burn! Awww. It's over. * Frei dusts his hands off on his pants. "That was entertaining. Europe's gonna be lively for a while." Yay! * Frei sounds equally pleased at that. "Interesting times ahead. Welp, I'm outta here." He stands up and waves. "Was nice to meetcha... uh, whoever you are." * Yvonne waves. "Yvonne Mozerella. Good bye Mr. Demon-silverhair-nipply guy! * Frei snickers. "Right. Yvonne. If you see Mad Dog, tell her Frei says hi." Okay! * Frei glances back at the kid from before. "You sure you don't want a lolly? I have leftovers." He even ate one in front of you! He's not dead! [Kid's mom shakes her head. Kid, "Uh, no, thank you." * Frei frowns. "Lady, you oughtta be more trusting of strangers." He pauses. "Alright, that came out wrong. But you oughtta be more trusting of *me*. I'm a good guy!" A pause. "Well, not a bad guy." Another pause. "Alright, fine, you did the right thing, but CHRIST, it's just a lolly." And then he makes his exit. Parents these days. * Yvonne pouts. She would have taken the lolly. (You got your lolly!) [Mom seems to feel vindicated.] ( I want another! XD ) * Yvonne is left alone! She eats a lolly. * Yvonne returns her attention to the handsome guy. [End]