Wonder City Stories II #81
Jan. 6th, 2012 11:13 am![[personal profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wonder_cityGhouls and Cannibals
Those asshole producers from It's a Wonderful House tried to call me.
They tried to call my black para ass because they'd "heard" that I had been part of that whole midnight disaster that ended up with three people dead (though only two dead bodies) and a bunch more injured. I apparently hurt their fee-fees by not calling them back, so they started calling once a day, then twice a day. They just wanted information, they said. They knew I was a telepath, they said. I had more information than anyone else, they said. They could pay me, they said. They could give me a nice television, or a car, or, gosh, even the Wonderful House itself.
When honey didn't work, they tried threatening me. With subpoenas. I finally took one of their calls so I could laugh at them in person.
"You do realize," I told them in the conference call, "since you claim to know all sorts of things about me, that I am legally unable to testify in court, or even to show my face in the courthouse, don't you?"
There was a long silence, punctuated by murmuring I couldn't hear with my ears, but could very well hear otherwise.
What does she mean? Producer #1 said.
No one can be legally unable to show in court, Producer #2 said. Can they?
There was a click and all noise on their side ceased as someone hit the mute button.
Well, technically, yeeeeessss, Attorney for the Producers said. If she's, um, covered by the Jane Liberty Law.
... Is she that powerful? Producer #1 said. Actually, I think he wrote it down so there was no way I could hear it should the mute fail.
The guy I talked to said she was the most powerful telepath around, Producer #2 said. But he didn't say she was THAT powerful.
"I am that powerful," I said. "I am legally a Class 10, boys. Just by talking to you, I can now find you and read your minds anywhere in this galaxy." Which is a little exaggeration. Maybe. I've never really tried it with someone I only barely know.
Oh, fuck, Producer #1 said.
The mute came off. "Well, we'll discuss the matter and get back to you, Ms. Scott, thankyouverymuchforyourtime," the lawyer said, and then he hung up.
I laughed myself nearly sick, but then had to go for a swim to scrub the producer smarm out of my head.
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Note from the Author:
As I said earlier in the week, I'll be posting on a bit of an accelerated schedule over the next several weeks; you find out why soon enough. The plan is for 3 (short) episodes next week!
And remember, if you've ever wanted a Team Simon t-shirt (or tank top, or mug, or water bottle), just check out Wonder City Wonders, my new store at Cafe Press.
Please remember to vote for WCS!
Those asshole producers from It's a Wonderful House tried to call me.
They tried to call my black para ass because they'd "heard" that I had been part of that whole midnight disaster that ended up with three people dead (though only two dead bodies) and a bunch more injured. I apparently hurt their fee-fees by not calling them back, so they started calling once a day, then twice a day. They just wanted information, they said. They knew I was a telepath, they said. I had more information than anyone else, they said. They could pay me, they said. They could give me a nice television, or a car, or, gosh, even the Wonderful House itself.
When honey didn't work, they tried threatening me. With subpoenas. I finally took one of their calls so I could laugh at them in person.
"You do realize," I told them in the conference call, "since you claim to know all sorts of things about me, that I am legally unable to testify in court, or even to show my face in the courthouse, don't you?"
There was a long silence, punctuated by murmuring I couldn't hear with my ears, but could very well hear otherwise.
What does she mean? Producer #1 said.
No one can be legally unable to show in court, Producer #2 said. Can they?
There was a click and all noise on their side ceased as someone hit the mute button.
Well, technically, yeeeeessss, Attorney for the Producers said. If she's, um, covered by the Jane Liberty Law.
... Is she that powerful? Producer #1 said. Actually, I think he wrote it down so there was no way I could hear it should the mute fail.
The guy I talked to said she was the most powerful telepath around, Producer #2 said. But he didn't say she was THAT powerful.
"I am that powerful," I said. "I am legally a Class 10, boys. Just by talking to you, I can now find you and read your minds anywhere in this galaxy." Which is a little exaggeration. Maybe. I've never really tried it with someone I only barely know.
Oh, fuck, Producer #1 said.
The mute came off. "Well, we'll discuss the matter and get back to you, Ms. Scott, thankyouverymuchforyourtime," the lawyer said, and then he hung up.
I laughed myself nearly sick, but then had to go for a swim to scrub the producer smarm out of my head.
---
Note from the Author:
As I said earlier in the week, I'll be posting on a bit of an accelerated schedule over the next several weeks; you find out why soon enough. The plan is for 3 (short) episodes next week!
And remember, if you've ever wanted a Team Simon t-shirt (or tank top, or mug, or water bottle), just check out Wonder City Wonders, my new store at Cafe Press.
Please remember to vote for WCS!
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Date: 2012-01-29 01:37 am (UTC)