An Annoying Fan Writer in New London
Hum... I couldn't find the last post of this, proof that I'm
either going blind, or it's been all kinds of forever since this Round
Robin's been updated. Hence the invented number. So I've written a
bit. Let me know if I've got the dialogue right, Joy*Starr.
"You know, I’ve never actually met a person who can pronounce
"It’s a gift, really." Joy*Starr, a.k.a. Allie, noted mildly,
nibbling on a biscuit.
Sigerson realized that she was probably engaged in the
strangest conversations she’d ever heard, and that included the one
about Coke vs. Pepsi with her French teacher. She was sitting Indian-
style in a room that locked from the outside, sharing tea and crumpets
with an evil cartoon genius, his mutated henchman, and a girl from an
Internet message board.
"Thanks for the tea, Professor," she said absently. Random acts
of manners were pounded into her skull. "Might I see today’s paper?"
Moriarty swallowed half a crumpet and silently passed her an
electronic padd with the news.
"Thank you. Evil geniuses are great, aren’t they? Polite,
smart, gentlemanly criminals. They just don’t make them like you
anymore." She finished by patting Moriarty’s shoulder, but quickly
retrieved her hand when she saw the poisonous look on his face.
Embarrassed, Siggy bit down on her lip and half turned to Allie,
placing the device on the table between them.
"Famed Sherlock Holmes Called to Investigate Sudden Appearance
of Mysterious Girls." Allie read aloud. Siggy blinked, surprised to
learn it was actually possible to pronounce capital letters. Moriarty
snorted loudly into his tea, and Fenwick muttered something laden with
unintelligible French curses.
"So we’re not isolated anomalies. That’s good, isn’t it?"
Sigerson asked, looking to her fellow authoress for an answer.
"Yes, yes, it is."
"How, might I ask, is this good?" Moriarty interjected.
"Um... our friends, people we know, are here to share the
trials and tribulations of getting the hell out of here with us?"
"When have I stated that you are leaving?" The criminal mind on
legs looked decidedly smug. Siggy and Allie shared a look, then turned
back to Moriarty.
"Um," said Sigerson, "May I call you James?"
"Not if you want more tea. Ever."
"What possible need for us do you have?" Allie thankfully broke
in before Sigerson could earn herself the butt of an ionizer to the
head. Fenwick’s fingers were twitching around his holster.
"Are you suggesting that I dispose of you?" Moriarty’s eyes
flickered maliciously, and one corner of his mouth turned up. Siggy’s
mind went into overdrive, searching madly for an excuse that would
keep Professor Jim at bay. She was pleased to find her voice was level
as she spoke.
"No, not really. But do you really want to be feeding two
growing girls for any length of time?"
"Not particularly. But you two know where my private sanctuary
is. I am assuming the first thing you would set yourselves to, were I
to let you go, would be locating your friends. Your friends are with
Holmes and the Yardie."
"Ah." The strangled reply came from both girls simultaneously.
Allie’s eyes suddenly flashed, and she forced herself to keep a
"Wait... ‘The Yardie?’ I’m sensing an Adler complex."
Sigerson’s eyes widened, and she bit her lip so hard that it began to
bleed. Fenwick was doing the same, surprisingly enough. Moriarty
looked at each of them in silent consideration for a moment, then
began to laugh.
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