Chapter 10. The only chapter with a title: "And then there were 9."
(A/N: No comment on this chapter) Oh, Your favorite. Jess' PoV.
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"He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves....me....not.....? WHAT THE HELL! Piece of trash." I said as I tossed the yellow daisy on the ground. I walked off the balcony and back into the room where Kristin, De, Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, and Ian sat.
"What shall we do today?" I asked them, for it was the second day since our arrival. For we had many days ahead of us.
"How about a tour of Liverpool?" suggested Kristin.
"Excellent!" said Ian.
"Let's go gather everyone and call some places." said De, as she opened the night stand drawer, pulled out the phone book and started dialing.
"Hi, how much are your tours?" "How many people? 9." "$1,200!!!! What?" "Fine, fine, fine." "A limousine then." "Thank you!" that's all we heard from De as she dealt with the tour plans.
"Okay guys, we're lined up for a 1:25 PM, 3 hour tour of Liverpool, in a limo at the cost of $200 plus." explained De.
"Rock on!" said Kristin. "It's...What? 11:45 now and we still need to eat lunch, er...breakfast. Where next?"
"From what the lady said...and the address in the book. Her tour agency is 7 minutes away from here. So someplace close so we have time." said De.
"Nifty." I said, reaching for the England Travel Guide a brought along with us. Maps, hotels, inns, restaurants, gas stations, the works. All for the handy price of $8.99! Available at all Borders Bookstores and Music near you.
"Hmm....Anabelle's? No, too expensive. Angoras? No...too...just no. Applebees? They have those here? What a waste, no. Perfect! Aythas Diner, rated 1 dollar sign ($) on 14th street." I said. (A/N: If you've ever seen one of those guides of any place, actually they might even be maps too, they have $ rating signs. $ cheap, $$ pricey, $$$+ for expensive.)
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Not only was it hard enough getting the waiters and waitresses to find us multiple tables to combine to fit 13 people, but organizing everyone, ordering drinks and food, the price, tipping the poor waiters (well, haha), and getting everyone out in a decent amount of time is an absolutely different and much longer story.
After we left the diner, leaving a generous tip of $50, we walked a couple of blocks to the tour agency. How funny would it be to see 13 people, 5 under-sized, walking down an England street in the beginning of the afternoon? Quite.
I couldn't imagine that a tour of Liverpool could last three hours. Yet again, we might be going on the outskirts or stopping a few places. We walked up to the counter, checked in, paid our "dues" and headed out to the back where there stood a pure Englishman in one of those "I'm-definitely-*NOT*-a-chauffeur" outfits. *cough*. We piled into the limo. It was one of those extremely fancy long ones that all the seats were in a circle facing the middle. There were two televisions, a DVD/VRC player, a huge skylight, and how could you forget, a mini bar for those hard-up for one.
We toured the streets, nooks and crannies of Liverpool. The driver showing us famous buildings, historical sites, and so on. We toured the rocky coast and then headed for the outskirts. Rivers, rolling hills and green fields.
"This reminds me of the Shire!" shouted Frodo, pointing and looking everywhere at the scenery. (A/N: You *SO* knew that one was coming.)
"All your missing is hobbit holes!" I joked.
We proceeded on, half looking at the scenery, but mostly chatting away having a good ole time. You would think a group of people would get sick of each other and tired of their old stories, especially from extraordinarily different worlds, but I suppose we're lucky. (A/N: Ha, lucky in the fanfiction worlds).
Alas, the tour ended right back at the hotel, were he dropped us off, we tipped him a generous amount and we headed back in for our last night in Liverpool. For tomorrow, we were headed by train to London at 7:34 AM. We all separated into our 4 different rooms. De, Kristin, and I in one. Ian, Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir in another. Gandalf, Frodo, and Sam in another and last; Aragorn, Merry and Pippin in the last. We all said our goodnights (hehe) and were off to bed.
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(A/N: crappy chapter, yes, I know. Lots of paragraphs, not much conversation. I'm quite peeved right now, or would vexed be the correct word. None the less. On to De!!)
(A/N: No comment on this chapter) Oh, Your favorite. Jess' PoV.
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"He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves....me....not.....? WHAT THE HELL! Piece of trash." I said as I tossed the yellow daisy on the ground. I walked off the balcony and back into the room where Kristin, De, Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, and Ian sat.
"What shall we do today?" I asked them, for it was the second day since our arrival. For we had many days ahead of us.
"How about a tour of Liverpool?" suggested Kristin.
"Excellent!" said Ian.
"Let's go gather everyone and call some places." said De, as she opened the night stand drawer, pulled out the phone book and started dialing.
"Hi, how much are your tours?" "How many people? 9." "$1,200!!!! What?" "Fine, fine, fine." "A limousine then." "Thank you!" that's all we heard from De as she dealt with the tour plans.
"Okay guys, we're lined up for a 1:25 PM, 3 hour tour of Liverpool, in a limo at the cost of $200 plus." explained De.
"Rock on!" said Kristin. "It's...What? 11:45 now and we still need to eat lunch, er...breakfast. Where next?"
"From what the lady said...and the address in the book. Her tour agency is 7 minutes away from here. So someplace close so we have time." said De.
"Nifty." I said, reaching for the England Travel Guide a brought along with us. Maps, hotels, inns, restaurants, gas stations, the works. All for the handy price of $8.99! Available at all Borders Bookstores and Music near you.
"Hmm....Anabelle's? No, too expensive. Angoras? No...too...just no. Applebees? They have those here? What a waste, no. Perfect! Aythas Diner, rated 1 dollar sign ($) on 14th street." I said. (A/N: If you've ever seen one of those guides of any place, actually they might even be maps too, they have $ rating signs. $ cheap, $$ pricey, $$$+ for expensive.)
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Not only was it hard enough getting the waiters and waitresses to find us multiple tables to combine to fit 13 people, but organizing everyone, ordering drinks and food, the price, tipping the poor waiters (well, haha), and getting everyone out in a decent amount of time is an absolutely different and much longer story.
After we left the diner, leaving a generous tip of $50, we walked a couple of blocks to the tour agency. How funny would it be to see 13 people, 5 under-sized, walking down an England street in the beginning of the afternoon? Quite.
I couldn't imagine that a tour of Liverpool could last three hours. Yet again, we might be going on the outskirts or stopping a few places. We walked up to the counter, checked in, paid our "dues" and headed out to the back where there stood a pure Englishman in one of those "I'm-definitely-*NOT*-a-chauffeur" outfits. *cough*. We piled into the limo. It was one of those extremely fancy long ones that all the seats were in a circle facing the middle. There were two televisions, a DVD/VRC player, a huge skylight, and how could you forget, a mini bar for those hard-up for one.
We toured the streets, nooks and crannies of Liverpool. The driver showing us famous buildings, historical sites, and so on. We toured the rocky coast and then headed for the outskirts. Rivers, rolling hills and green fields.
"This reminds me of the Shire!" shouted Frodo, pointing and looking everywhere at the scenery. (A/N: You *SO* knew that one was coming.)
"All your missing is hobbit holes!" I joked.
We proceeded on, half looking at the scenery, but mostly chatting away having a good ole time. You would think a group of people would get sick of each other and tired of their old stories, especially from extraordinarily different worlds, but I suppose we're lucky. (A/N: Ha, lucky in the fanfiction worlds).
Alas, the tour ended right back at the hotel, were he dropped us off, we tipped him a generous amount and we headed back in for our last night in Liverpool. For tomorrow, we were headed by train to London at 7:34 AM. We all separated into our 4 different rooms. De, Kristin, and I in one. Ian, Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir in another. Gandalf, Frodo, and Sam in another and last; Aragorn, Merry and Pippin in the last. We all said our goodnights (hehe) and were off to bed.
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(A/N: crappy chapter, yes, I know. Lots of paragraphs, not much conversation. I'm quite peeved right now, or would vexed be the correct word. None the less. On to De!!)