[nine] [Warden Filter]

[goodgrasshopper]

You know, this all sounds really familiar.  Where have I heard this kind of pointless infighting and self-righteous fingerpointing before?  Oh, I remember.  The White Council.  No wonder it feels just like home.

You kids all play nice, now, and enjoy ripping each other to shreds.  I have a potion to clean off my ceiling.

[private to Cissie]
Hey--you up for a beer?

Comments

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

There's a Senior Council?

You said it was just the White Council.

Wait, where the hell are you from?

[goodgrasshopper]

Well, the Senior Council leads the White Council. They're all White Council wizards.

Uh... Chicago?

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Illinois or Alpha Centauri? Lady, a White Council wouldn't exist in Chicago. It's too close to Earth. The NAACP would be all over their racist asses.

[goodgrasshopper]

Illinois. But the Council's current headquarters are in Scotland, and... I'm pretty sure the NAACP doesn't really believe in us.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Why? Were you serious about the magic thing?

[goodgrasshopper]

Uh... yeah, actually. The White Council is the governing body for wizards.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Uh...huh.

Is this some Harry Potter bullshit?

[goodgrasshopper]

Um--sort of, but the rules of magic where I'm from are a lot different than Harry Potter's.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Why, because you're from Chicago?

[goodgrasshopper]

[laughs] No, because real magic just isn't that easy where I'm from. And our laws are different, because it's the real world.

...And I guess Harry Potter is real someplace, but he sure isn't where I'm from.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

[Pause.]

This whole alternate reality thing gives me a fucking headache. What if I'm just a character in some fucked-up children's novel?

...

[He has horrified himself.]

[goodgrasshopper]

...I don't think you could ever be a character in a kids' book. [grin] At least, not one that my parents would have got for us.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

What if I'm in one of those books that teaches kids about the evils of drinking and sex?

[goodgrasshopper]

[laugh] I don't know. Are you a good object lesson?

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Let's go find out.

[goodgrasshopper]

[grin] Are you talking about a trip to the library?

Sorry. She just walked right into it.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

We can do it in the library, if you want to. I'm adventurous.

Actually, she was pretty sure that was where he was going.

[goodgrasshopper]

Sorry. I'm not an exhibitionist, and I'm not really that easy. I usually like to know guys a bit better first.

LOL

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

I'll buy you dinner first.

Come on, what do you need to know? Handsome, virile, steady (and awesome) job on a prison ship.

[goodgrasshopper]

[eyebrow raise and grin] ...All very fine points. All right--where are we going?

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Wow, really? Uh...Dining hall?

[goodgrasshopper]

Why not? We may as well have some fun around here, right?

Dining hall sounds good to me (and where else is there to go around here for food anyway?). Meet you there, or are you going all out and picking me up, too?

Randal's baffled his obnoxious pick-up lines worked on someone.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'll come pick you up. I'll bring you flowers, too.

Molly is actually weirdly charmed by him.

[goodgrasshopper]

Sounds great. I love flowers.

I can see this ending SO BADLY.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Who doesn't?