Cullens on Set
Inspired by Bells. Just Bells.
Part Four: Location Manager: Esme
"I know, me either. Never thought I'd see the day when I could make a phone call so far from anywhere." Esme grinned like a little girl as she held her BellSouth/IBM Simon Personal Communicator. "But really, I'm so glad. I'll fax you the contract and then we can get everything signed, all right?" Esme had seen many amazing things since her dearest Carlisle had changed her in the 1920's, but this had to be the best thing since telelvision. A mobile telephone! And it was only 1993! Still the twentieth century and there were these fantastic devices. It had only cost nine hundred dollars, too. For this kind of convenience.
"Emmett is so jealous of you right now," Jasper's voice said into her ear. "I can see it blading out from him."
"He can darn well buy his own," Esme retorted. "He's not the one trying to hustle a new location." After the "Spring Break Quake" in Scotts Mills, Oregon, one of their pre-arranged locations for this production had been considered unsafe by local standards and Esme had been doing her very best to find a substitute location. She had an eye for detail and no actual need to sleep, so she had been successful in scouting multiple locales "If he promises to help me prep this site, though, I'll let him play with mine until he decides to buy his own."
Jasper laughed. "I'll let him know. Thanks, Esme. Will you be staying out there until we arrive?"
She laughed a little helplessly and looked with sharp eyes at the location in southern Washington State. Clouds made a heavy canopy overhead without interfering with the telephone's reception. "I have a lot of work to do, Jasper. I think you'll have to rely on Alice..." She let that trail off, knowing what Jasper's response would be.
Laughter. Quiet, but long-lasting chuckles into the phone. "Oh, I suppose I can handle that," he drawled. "Shall I notify your husband, Mrs. Cullen?"
"Thank you. Tell him I'll call his hotel room this evening."
"Yes, ma'am."
She ended the call and slid the phone into her hobo bag before taking out her notepad and a pen. Oh, she could have taken notes on the Simon Personal Communicator, but she worried about the battery life and she had to be able to call Carlisle later.
She took notes as she walked about their newly-contracted location. This was for the expense account more than anything else. Her own memory, of course, could keep track of all the details but her memory would not be used as justification for monies spent in production.
"Rebuild the façade to imitate the warehouses," she said as she made her notes. "Ha, first thing Emmett's going to do if he wants to play with my Personal Communicator."
E/N: For those of you who have been asking... The timeline here is 1993. Star Trek, The Next Generation was a huge hit and BellSouth/IBM Simon Personal Communicator was the hot toy for the rich and super-busy. It was a precursor to the iPhone, some of have said.