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02 January 2018 @ 02:18 pm
_Cooking Hot_ part 9  
  Ebsa squared up his shoulders and headed for the Menace from Cubist Hell.  As he reached the top of the stairs, the big oaken doors swung open automatically. Which, given his high tech background ought not to have bothered him a bit. Apart from the obviously simple hinges and nothing mechanical or hydrolic attached to the door to open it.

"At least there was no spine chilling screech." Good muttered.

Ebsa choked and coughed. "Oh yeah, that would just be so appropriate . . . " He crossed the threshold into a warm beige sandstony lobby. A big beautiful polished mahogany desk and a young woman, a dramatic white streak through shiny black hair, but otherwise bright-eyed and smiling.

Epic eyed her. "Wow! You match the outside much better than the inside."

She snickered. "I know. I really wish they could do something about that spell."

Ebsa blinked. "They can't? I mean, I thought Wolfson could do practically anything. I mean, that he wanted to do. Does he like the menacing aura?"

"He thinks it's useful. Except when he thinks it's funny." She rolled her eyes. "So, how may I help you ladies and gentlemen?"

"We were wondering if there was an actual codified list or book or whatever of laws for the non-embassy parts of Embassy?" Ebsa's gaze rose at a laugh from high up on a balcony. It was him. Xen Wolfson.

"We keep writing things down, but someone always comes up with something new and mind-boggling way to make a nuisance of themselves . . . so it's an on going project." the Wizard glanced over his shoulder. "You can see what we've got if you want. Come on up."

Ebsa headed for the stairs, paused to look back at the kids.

The black-and-white woman laughed. "You guys want a tour? It much more fun than legal stuff."

Good actually looked a little wishful, but he turned to the stairs. Ebsa trotted up them on his heels. To a small workroom. Neat stacks of paper all over a table.

"Please keep them in order?" Wolfson sounded resigned. "Or at least no worse than it is now?"

Good edged up to the table and picked up a sheet. "Half of them are hand written?"

"Well, maybe a quarter. We have a tendency to write notes in the field, incase of odd electrical effects we found . . . in some embassies." Wolfson flashed a brief grin. "The Earth is worse than the Empire, but they both like to, umm, either copy, infect or fry our gadgets. So we make notes and mostly type them up and turn it into a report with recommendation for new regulations."

He eyed Ebsa. "So, you're the Hero of Dystopia."

Ebsa wrinkled his nose. "Paer did nearly as much as I did. And . . . Have I mentioned how delighted we were to be rescued?"

"Yes. Glad to do it. I was horrified when that blast of hot air hit. Thought I'd lost a good friend, not to mention a hundred scientists."

Ebsa nodded. "We were a bit horrified ourselves. I'm not sure that gate closer is a good idea."

"Yes. Q's working on a way to seal a gate without collapsing it. But putting it a stone room still seems to be the best way."

Ebsa nodded. "You just have to figure out which side gets the keys to the doors.
That quick flash of teeth. So that's why all the fast grins from the actors playing "Endi Dewulfe" in the movies.

"Oh surely there aren't multiple movies."

"Five so far." Ebsa tightened up his shields. "You're supposed infiltration of Earth . . . may have already released. I'll have to check."

He snorted. "I should never have chatted with that script writer. Not that he believed a word I said."

Ebsa grinned. "I doubt the script will bear any resemblance to what really happened. From comments about the others, from the people who were there, the script writers must have faulty memories and no respect for history or facts."

"Story tellers never did." Xen looked over at Good, who had seated himself and started reading. "Directorate?"

"Ambassador Ashe's oldest son, just got his pre-law degree and applied for law school." Ebsa shrugged. "Sounds horrible, but I suppose we do need lawyers."

Wolfson shook his head. "I tried to go with 'Use some common sense, respect other people, and mind your manners,' but everyone says we need a lot more details and minutiae."

"Pity. That pretty much covers it."

"Yeah. This place has grown. Next thing you know we'll be holding elections and raising taxes. Well, not that. Just charging for gates and corridors brings in all the money we need."

"I hadn't thought about city services. Police, firemen, ambulance . . . water, sewer . . . schools. Every embassy just deals with it themselves."

"Or we jump in and fix it on a problem by problem fashion." Xen crossed his arms. "Damn. I hadn't thought about house fires. We've sold land for builders, have houses going up . . . I wonder what they're doing for a water supply?"

Wolfson glance out the door at the sound of tromping feet.

"And this is HIM. Yes, Xen Wolfson, Also known as Endi Dewulfe."

Woldson started laughing. "Giving tours, Dagger?"

"You better believe it. I'm bored."

The kids were gawping at Wolfson. They'd added the Ambassadorial pair, with governess and guard bringing up the rear.

"Now, next on the tour is THE BRIDGE!"

Epic's sister's eyes brightened. "Oh yes! I want my picture taken right where Rael was!"
(Anonymous) on January 2nd, 2018 08:51 pm (UTC)
Photo Op
On the bridge, there should be a plywood Rael cutout board for the tourists to get their photo with. Have a pay camera with '50% of all profits go to Rael's retirement fund."
matapampamuphoff on January 2nd, 2018 09:32 pm (UTC)
Re: Photo Op
"I really ought to commission a full sized bronze statue. Maybe with a donation box 'All fund go toward Rael's rehab after her next disaster.' But I'm not suicidal."
Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on January 3rd, 2018 12:59 am (UTC)
Re: Photo Op
Yep, Rael will never retire, being a princess and the long life elixir having been released.

Question to Qage, will you change your mind about marriage when you are as old as One Emre?
cnmckenney on January 3rd, 2018 12:16 am (UTC)
Re: Photo Op
With the originator anonymous. Listen as the various groups attempt to assign responsibility. Actual originator to be God of Thieves but keep secret.
James ResoldierJames Resoldier on January 3rd, 2018 10:20 pm (UTC)
Re: Photo Op
That's a damned good idea!
(Anonymous) on January 2nd, 2018 10:10 pm (UTC)
"Just charging for gates and corridors brings in all the money we need."

Is Disco putting up corridors, too? I thought from Embassy that the "magical engineering" firms from Comet Fall were offering the corridor-making services. Or does Disco act as middleman, or a competitor?

Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on January 3rd, 2018 01:02 am (UTC)
Special offer from DISCO, a gate and three corridors for only 50% more than just the gate.

Edited at 2018-01-03 01:30 am (UTC)
matapampamuphoff on January 3rd, 2018 03:46 am (UTC)
As new worlds get more comfortable with dealing across the dimensions--not to mention their drivers learning what not to do with a corridor--they find companies to make corridors.

But at first, Xen and Q are the people they go to. The gate to Disco is free, the gate to an empty world is free. A demonstration corridor is free.

Then they start charging.
muirecanmuirecan on January 2nd, 2018 10:53 pm (UTC)
I wonder if Good is going to mention how causally friendly Ebsa is with Xen to his dad? Other than the fact he dived in because this is an entire new field to write up I can imagine he might be a bit boggled himself.

Oh wait ... you mention Good being boggled when Xen is introduced. Heh, he clearly hadn't realized who Ebsa was casually chatting so friendly like with. And I still want to see Xen ask Ebsa about the fair and get boggled in turn.
(Anonymous) on January 3rd, 2018 02:30 am (UTC)
"Well, y'see, he's practically my best friend's father-in-law. Y'know, the Warrior Trainee who hid in the Bag of the Prophets at Fort Rangpur thirteen hundred years ago."

Yeah, Good's gonna get to run tell Daddy "Uh, that guy you tried to hire as a cook? Yeah, you know what he is?"

Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on January 3rd, 2018 12:55 am (UTC)
==sound of tromping feet.=

++sound of tramping feet.++

++sound of many feet.++