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lastvoyages2025-05-17 08:51 am
endofvanity) wrote in lastvoyages2025-05-17 08:51 am
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II.2. Your confidence is reassuring, of course.
[ Private to Feldspar, following from here ]
Well then. Have you a place where you'd like to meet? You're welcome to join me in my cabin, or we can select more neutral ground.
[ Private to Ulla ]
You've heard the news, I expect. Have you still got my file?
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Do you want a delivery, or will you stop by here?
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Indeed. It worked well enough before, I thought.
I'll be along in a moment.
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Her cabin has been expanded since he last saw it. Now, there are a set of glass doors on the balcony leading into an above-water living space for her and Taylor. A sofa and television, a big bed, a kitchenette. And Ulla has been decorating the walls of the expanded area in a mosaic of iridescent grayscale, labradorite and shell and opal, all swooping swirls, with occasional pops of color tucked in between, depicting symbols of the people who matter to them.
She leans over the balcony railing and calls out, "Come in!" rather than slithering down to meet him, since she's in her aquatic form today. "It's in the new room."
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Fitzjames takes in the sight of the room, admiring it with a smile. "You've redecorated."
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"I asked Taylor to live with me, after she asked me to marry her. We needed more space above water. And the old cabin would have been cramped, once Taylor and her dog moved in. Angelica is big."
There are a pair of intricately carved bookcases gracing one wall, one of them full of books and notebooks, the other mostly trinkets and ongoing projects, along with a handful of medical texts. But she does have some papers on her bookcase, down on the bottom shelf, and she'll lean down to retrieve his file.
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"Francis had an enormous dog aboard Terror," Fitzjames recalls with a smile. "Neptune, his name was, poor old fellow."
He takes the file with a murmur of thanks, shifting Feldspar's so that he can hold it under his arm, and leafs through it, colouring a little as he remembers what's in it. "My God, what a popinjay I was," he mutters.
Private;
Re: Private;
[ All right; at least he seems like an amiable sort of person. Being called out on his habitual formality gives him a small idea of who he's dealing with. ]
Very well—I need to pick up something first, and then I shall seek you out.
How shall I know you?
[ Fitzjames hasn't opened the file yet. ]
Re: Private;
[Said without a trace of irony or humor, because of course they’ll be wearing a helmet! And a spacesuit! And oxygen tanks!]
I’m at one of the reading tables, you can’t miss me.
Re: Private;
I'll see you shortly, then.
[ A little time passes. He's retrieved his file from Ulla and has had a chance to look at the first page or so of Feldspar's and ... oh. This will be interesting.
When he arrives at the library, he chuckles softly to himself. There's no mistaking his new charge, that's for certain. He makes his way to Feldspar's table. ]
Mr Feldspar? James Fitzjames, at your service.
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Mister? Doesn’t register, but then again not a lot does.]
Hi there, James Fitzjames. Good to meet ya. Care to sit down with me?
[They quickly shove aside a pile of books, which tumble down chaotically and spill out over the table but at least leave enough room for Fitzjames to join them.]