17 March and Luck of the Irish?
A Lear jet to PAnas?
I was not expecting that.
Shin and I hit the City of Lights in time for fashion week.
Now you've gotta understand, that even though I'm a geekgrrl,
I still enjoy my SCA events, costuming and stuff like that...
I actually enjoyed meeting Thierry Mugler and Jean-Paul Gualtier
among others...I still can't believe that I lit into Karl Lagerfield
of House Chanel like that over the disservice he's done that name
and called the trip "fashion"!
Me and my temper...
Could I do better?
He dared me.
And that was mistake #1!
Gimme a sketch pad, a pencil and a couple of hours, and I hope I'd
have done Erte, Madame Schaparelli and Madame Chanel proud.
I have this tendency to be very good at a lot of things, but a true
"master" of none, but I think my biggest problem is the fact that I
can't seem to make up my mind and stick to any one thing, you see.
Shin and I've been talking about this tendency of mine a lot this
week, and he actually asked me what I'd do if money were no object,
if I didn't have to worry about anything...
Would I still pursue technology? Or would I dive head first into my
love of history, art and fashion?
I've always had to struggle with things...especially making ends meet
and all that. Trying to do something that would be useful and lasting,
and garner me a job I didn't hate too much, and paid reasonably well.
I'm not used to the idear of not worrying about where next month's
rent is coming from, or if I can pay the bills on time...
Shin's been bugging me to "let go" of those fears and anxieties as
I don't have to worry about those things any more.
Emma's not going to kick me to the curb, nor is she going to "yell"
at me if I decide to study what'd make me happy...and Shin's not going
to be upset with me if I can't reciprocate all the niceties he gives
me. It just feels so weird to not have to worry about stuff like that.
Guess it's a good thing I've got a patient bloke for m'sweetheart,
who's also more concerned about my well being than how much stuff
costs!
I closed out the entry into my high-end Tungsten T3, and tucked it
away inside my satchel, sensing Shin's presence coming closer to
where I sat near the Pont Neuf on the Rive Gauche, sipping my tea
in a bistro and eating my fill of those marvelous little ham-and-
swiss croissants this place was known for.
We had plans to visit Versailles for the day, and knowing Shin...
and I rather do, I had this "sneaking suspicion" that I was going
to get a very up-close-and-personal tour of a place that'd fascinated
me for a very long time.
It's kinda cool that I can "feel" that soft, blue aura from Shin...
of course, makes it damned tough for him to sneak up on me...but I
"let" him get away with it a lot of the time-just to let him have
some fun, and even things out a bit.
The Beemer motorcycle surprised me, though.
It looked like this was going to turn into more than a little "day
trip" of sorts!
Not like I mind that, or riding. It's a ways out to Versailles, and
what better way to enjoy the scenery and beautiful weather?
Neither one of us were really in the mood to talk on the way there...
it was more like we just wanted to "be"...and enjoy the wind in our
faces, and the beauty of the French countryside in spring...
...and I'm beginning to understand where that old term "Pardon my
French..." came from.
It's got nothing to do with cursing....and everything to do with
how French sounds when spoken by one of us Brits!
I have a pretty good ear for languages, but there's just something
about the Queen's English that subtly colours any other language you
speak...and they don't mind the upper class, Oxford or "BBC" accent
like I've got..that's considered a bit quaint and they appreciate
that you've taken the step to meet them half way!
Counter to what most Americans think, the French are not snobs...they
just happen to resent snobs..like loud, rude American tourists...or
anybody who's loud and rude, for that matter, come to think of it.
I happen to agree with them, so my youth spent over seas with a military
adoptive family didn't hurt me--made me seem "wierd" to all those
Americans, but merely "charmingly eccentric" to the Europeans.
Shin's a very quiet bloke himself, but that might have something to
do with not wanting to be the blustering, domineering sort that his
dad, Sebastian, was..and being raised in a fairly "traditional" Japanese
family, I guess.
I've seen his brand of "quietly forceful", and I'm glad it's never
been directed at me...
He never been anything but kind, caring and considerate of me and to
me, I realise as I watch the gently rolling hills slide by, starting
to green with the spring rains and runoff from the mountains, holding
onto Shin--not becuase I have to, but more like I want to...
Thinking back, I have seen him that way before...like when Charles
tried to regain "control" of Kitty and myself, citing us as "minors"
and all...
My 'new' body may only be 17, but I am older than Shin..or even Emma
and most of Charles' so-called original students!
Thank the Lady that I had him and Emma on my side--and Dr. Stange was
able to confirm it beyond the shadow of a doubt!
Kitty had already asserted herself as an "emancipated minor" in order
to be a the school in the first place, and she chose to be elsewhere,
there was nothing he could do about it!
There is more than enough evidence to shut him down already...but
Emma's got a better idea...kinda like what they've done to Worthington:
hostile takeover.
I'm not sure how I feel about that, but I know it's going to come up
at the quarterly meeting of the Inner Circle...
Shin pulled me back to 'reality' by braking several times in a row as
we approached the visitor parking for Versailles, [Wake up, Snowhead,
we're "here"...]
I know I wasn't the most "together" that he'd seen me, [Huh? Already?]
[Aye, luv,] he teased me, waiting for me to get my numb arse off the
bike so we could walk out the stiffness, [I think you were pretty lost
in thought, or fell asleep on me...you okay, Snow?]
[Yeah...just thinking...and I think I've made my decision on where I
stand as far as Emma's idears for the Institute...] I told him as he
enveloped me in a warm embrace, kind of doing a slow two-step to get
the blood flowing again.
[Where's that?] he inquired, looking down at me with marked curiosity,
though I could sense he already "knew" what my answer was.
[I think the Inner Circle should do something before this turns into
a "reason" for all the mundanes to take up arms and declare mutants
and whatnot a "menace" and threat...] I explained, letting my strange
logic flow over our mindlink, along with the other stuff that'd been
cooking on the back burner.
He nodded to me, holding me close for a long moment...and Shin also
understood my restlessness and frustration with trying to choose what
I wanted to study...I could Feel his thoughts slipping around me like
a soothing cloak of blue velvet.
No matter what I chose, he'd not think the less of me for choosing to
pursue my heart's desire...and what made me happy was history, art and
social science...and so I felt the dark cloud over my mind lift as we
headed up the walkway to meet our tour guide...
I could tackle the sublimnity of Versailles with a light heart, and
revel in its wonders with somebody who would appreciate every nuance
as much as I would...
A Lear jet to PAnas?
I was not expecting that.
Shin and I hit the City of Lights in time for fashion week.
Now you've gotta understand, that even though I'm a geekgrrl,
I still enjoy my SCA events, costuming and stuff like that...
I actually enjoyed meeting Thierry Mugler and Jean-Paul Gualtier
among others...I still can't believe that I lit into Karl Lagerfield
of House Chanel like that over the disservice he's done that name
and called the trip "fashion"!
Me and my temper...
Could I do better?
He dared me.
And that was mistake #1!
Gimme a sketch pad, a pencil and a couple of hours, and I hope I'd
have done Erte, Madame Schaparelli and Madame Chanel proud.
I have this tendency to be very good at a lot of things, but a true
"master" of none, but I think my biggest problem is the fact that I
can't seem to make up my mind and stick to any one thing, you see.
Shin and I've been talking about this tendency of mine a lot this
week, and he actually asked me what I'd do if money were no object,
if I didn't have to worry about anything...
Would I still pursue technology? Or would I dive head first into my
love of history, art and fashion?
I've always had to struggle with things...especially making ends meet
and all that. Trying to do something that would be useful and lasting,
and garner me a job I didn't hate too much, and paid reasonably well.
I'm not used to the idear of not worrying about where next month's
rent is coming from, or if I can pay the bills on time...
Shin's been bugging me to "let go" of those fears and anxieties as
I don't have to worry about those things any more.
Emma's not going to kick me to the curb, nor is she going to "yell"
at me if I decide to study what'd make me happy...and Shin's not going
to be upset with me if I can't reciprocate all the niceties he gives
me. It just feels so weird to not have to worry about stuff like that.
Guess it's a good thing I've got a patient bloke for m'sweetheart,
who's also more concerned about my well being than how much stuff
costs!
I closed out the entry into my high-end Tungsten T3, and tucked it
away inside my satchel, sensing Shin's presence coming closer to
where I sat near the Pont Neuf on the Rive Gauche, sipping my tea
in a bistro and eating my fill of those marvelous little ham-and-
swiss croissants this place was known for.
We had plans to visit Versailles for the day, and knowing Shin...
and I rather do, I had this "sneaking suspicion" that I was going
to get a very up-close-and-personal tour of a place that'd fascinated
me for a very long time.
It's kinda cool that I can "feel" that soft, blue aura from Shin...
of course, makes it damned tough for him to sneak up on me...but I
"let" him get away with it a lot of the time-just to let him have
some fun, and even things out a bit.
The Beemer motorcycle surprised me, though.
It looked like this was going to turn into more than a little "day
trip" of sorts!
Not like I mind that, or riding. It's a ways out to Versailles, and
what better way to enjoy the scenery and beautiful weather?
Neither one of us were really in the mood to talk on the way there...
it was more like we just wanted to "be"...and enjoy the wind in our
faces, and the beauty of the French countryside in spring...
...and I'm beginning to understand where that old term "Pardon my
French..." came from.
It's got nothing to do with cursing....and everything to do with
how French sounds when spoken by one of us Brits!
I have a pretty good ear for languages, but there's just something
about the Queen's English that subtly colours any other language you
speak...and they don't mind the upper class, Oxford or "BBC" accent
like I've got..that's considered a bit quaint and they appreciate
that you've taken the step to meet them half way!
Counter to what most Americans think, the French are not snobs...they
just happen to resent snobs..like loud, rude American tourists...or
anybody who's loud and rude, for that matter, come to think of it.
I happen to agree with them, so my youth spent over seas with a military
adoptive family didn't hurt me--made me seem "wierd" to all those
Americans, but merely "charmingly eccentric" to the Europeans.
Shin's a very quiet bloke himself, but that might have something to
do with not wanting to be the blustering, domineering sort that his
dad, Sebastian, was..and being raised in a fairly "traditional" Japanese
family, I guess.
I've seen his brand of "quietly forceful", and I'm glad it's never
been directed at me...
He never been anything but kind, caring and considerate of me and to
me, I realise as I watch the gently rolling hills slide by, starting
to green with the spring rains and runoff from the mountains, holding
onto Shin--not becuase I have to, but more like I want to...
Thinking back, I have seen him that way before...like when Charles
tried to regain "control" of Kitty and myself, citing us as "minors"
and all...
My 'new' body may only be 17, but I am older than Shin..or even Emma
and most of Charles' so-called original students!
Thank the Lady that I had him and Emma on my side--and Dr. Stange was
able to confirm it beyond the shadow of a doubt!
Kitty had already asserted herself as an "emancipated minor" in order
to be a the school in the first place, and she chose to be elsewhere,
there was nothing he could do about it!
There is more than enough evidence to shut him down already...but
Emma's got a better idea...kinda like what they've done to Worthington:
hostile takeover.
I'm not sure how I feel about that, but I know it's going to come up
at the quarterly meeting of the Inner Circle...
Shin pulled me back to 'reality' by braking several times in a row as
we approached the visitor parking for Versailles, [Wake up, Snowhead,
we're "here"...]
I know I wasn't the most "together" that he'd seen me, [Huh? Already?]
[Aye, luv,] he teased me, waiting for me to get my numb arse off the
bike so we could walk out the stiffness, [I think you were pretty lost
in thought, or fell asleep on me...you okay, Snow?]
[Yeah...just thinking...and I think I've made my decision on where I
stand as far as Emma's idears for the Institute...] I told him as he
enveloped me in a warm embrace, kind of doing a slow two-step to get
the blood flowing again.
[Where's that?] he inquired, looking down at me with marked curiosity,
though I could sense he already "knew" what my answer was.
[I think the Inner Circle should do something before this turns into
a "reason" for all the mundanes to take up arms and declare mutants
and whatnot a "menace" and threat...] I explained, letting my strange
logic flow over our mindlink, along with the other stuff that'd been
cooking on the back burner.
He nodded to me, holding me close for a long moment...and Shin also
understood my restlessness and frustration with trying to choose what
I wanted to study...I could Feel his thoughts slipping around me like
a soothing cloak of blue velvet.
No matter what I chose, he'd not think the less of me for choosing to
pursue my heart's desire...and what made me happy was history, art and
social science...and so I felt the dark cloud over my mind lift as we
headed up the walkway to meet our tour guide...
I could tackle the sublimnity of Versailles with a light heart, and
revel in its wonders with somebody who would appreciate every nuance
as much as I would...