10818/Vacation by the Go-Gos

Vacation by the Go-Gos
Date of Scene:	21 January 2020
Location:	Variable.
Synopsis:	Packing and departure
Cast of Characters:	Fiona Glenanne, Blackout

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Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"You've had me on hold for 45 minutes" Fiona points out. She's got a phone to her ear, and is already so tired of hold music it's not even funny. She's got a pad with scribbled notes on it too, some words like 'Hawaii' circled. "Oh no, I can hold" Fiona offers sarcastically. "Let me stay on hold for another hour" she says, tone dripping with sarcastic nature. Oh, she wants to detonate something. Instead, she's fiddling with her hair while she's waiting. There's a duffel bag on her couch in her apartment full of things she'll need. Clothes. The odd gun or five. False documents, that sorta thing. hey. She's an arms dealer, bounty hunter and ex IRA member and intel asset. She's good at what she does. Setting the house phone down, Fiona swears under her breath in Irish. Then English, too. Why is booking a vacation so hard, exactly? She's trying to book a hotel for a vacation with Mark. Which is proving a bigger pain in the tail than she first thought. They could just darkforce portal there. But. She's trying to do it above board.

Blackout has posed:
    Speaking of darkforce portals, a 7' diameter ventablack disk opens nearto one of the walls. Marc emerges wearing black shorts, a flowery t-shirt, and sneakers. The portal closes behind him as his eyes fall upon Fi. He sees her on the phone and remains quiet. However, he reaches into his cargo pocket of his shorts and pulls out a postcard. < http://prntscr.com/qqw93a > he closes on her and shows it to her with a whisper, "never been here. we should totally fly there from hawaii."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona sets the phone down and sighs. Cheezy elevator muzak's heard, as Fi spins on a heel, waves to Blackout and finally speaks. "You know, it's a bitch booking a vacation" she says. From the phone there's a human voice. "Oh, now you take me off hold? Hey, Mark, wanna help book a hotel?" she asks with a wary sigh. "Seriously. They put me on hold. Decided it'd be fun to make me listen to godawful 80s cheese fests. So" she declares, avoidng the phone. "I want to book us a fantastic, amazing getaway, because reasons" Fi offers with a shrug. "But no. They" she adds jabbing a finger toward the phone. "Decide to make it difficult. Also you know, there's doors. And an elevator. And a door to my place, too" she adds, teasing him.

Blackout has posed:
    So many words, so many random words. He smiles, decides not to speak because speaking would likely wreck it and he's learned over the years - let the girl say and do what she wants. He kisses her and will look to the phone which is now a person on the other end wanting her attention. He only adds, "Whatever you need me to do." and leaves it wide open ended for her to fill in the blanks.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
There's a glint in Fi's eyes that promises things. Things of the carnal variety...but she looks to the phone. "I can offer you a single bed room with a view of the ocean for...$900 for a weekend?" the voice offers as Fi sighs. "What do you think? Take that or do we just rock up to a hotel, and get a five star palace suite?" she asks with a grin. Yes, she's actually wanting him to speak.

Because they are a team, too. They're a team. And...they, oh yes, have ways to get everywhere and get things done.

Blackout has posed:
    Marc speaks in his normal voice and tone so that the person on the other end of the line can hear, "I'm sure we can find just about anything we want when we get on the island. Throw enough money at a hotel and they'll put us anywhere. So booking now, sight unseen. Not sure about that unless this place is spectacular."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"You said it" Fi says and hangs up. "So we just go there and see what we can get. See, I'm ready and you're wearing...what?" she asks, trying not to giggle. Not /at/ Mark. More at the silliness of what he's waring shirt wise. "See" Fi offers. "See. If you even think of getting me one of those shirts..." she says, grinning. "I swear I will find the worst shirt ever, and repace your whole closet with those shirts"

Blackout has posed:
    He looks down at his shirt, feigning offense, "But it's my hawaiian shirt!" Flowers and all. "I mean, it's like what we wear out there." - which is a lie. No one wears hawaiian shirts anymore unless they are dazed and confused. He laughs. "But you know, you would look amazing in flowers."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona folds her arms. "You wear that? I should shoot you for making me endure that godawful shirt" she jokes. "See, I'm joking. It's got a certain charm. The same charm you get from a cat puking tie dye and flowers and patterns over a shirt" she mutters, then grns. "Look, you can get new, tasteful clothes while we're out there, yeah?" she asks. No. She doesn't like Hawiian shirts any. not when they're this bad.

Blackout has posed:
    He laughs and finally admits, "I'm sure we can find some nice bowling shirts. They're the best anyway." and he will begin to unbutton the shirt as if he's happy to toss it in favor of something else.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona gestures to her walk in closet. "Grab a decent shirt, though bowling shirts. Since when did you bowl? You know darkforcing the bale over the pins is cheating, right?" she asks with a giggle. Really. She's got high end fashion. And Marks' getting to wear it, without bowling shirts or Darkforce assisted cheating in bowling. She looks to the Hawiian shirt and groans. "So you want me to burn that abomination?" she teases.

Blackout has posed:
    "I have my own ball." he forms it in his hand as he moves to the closet to find another shirt. Yes, he cheats. He can control the roll of the (Darkforce) ball as it goes down the lane. Of course he cheats in bowling. And so many other things. If you have super powers, why not use them for the greater good. Or something off center.

    "Feel free to give it a good funeral. Hey, so you really want to fly?" he queries from within the closet.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona just shakes her head with a shrug. "Okay, okay. Fine" she says. "And no. Not flying. Darkforce portal there" she offers. AKA style. Travel in style. Go right to the hotel. Cauese that is how Mark and Fi are. Who needs planes, anyway?

Fi's ready t o go. No way she'd get half o fher bag through airport security, she's got enough guns she's planning to sell, to scare even the least timid TSA guy.

Blackout has posed:
    He grabs a shirt from the closet and will come back out. It's a pull over, red T with a v neck. It fits him snugly and comfortably. "Oh good." he says, "Though places like Easter Island, we'll have to fly since I've never been there." He opens another portal as he walks toward her bags. "Did you pack enough?"

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"Hawaii it is" Fi nods watching Mark with a grin. "Nah, who'd wanna go to Easer Island. I did pack enough, yep" she offers with a grin, "Got my duffel bag, there you go" she adds with a glance to the portal then to Mark with a smirk. "Let's get going" she adds. The idea of running and jumping into the portal appeals to her. But...nah.

Blackout has posed:
    He'll carry bags through the portal and off they go into the darkness and then the stark brightness of Hawaii.