Scylla had told Caedus before she left for New York that she would be away for a few weeks, but she had come to realize that sometimes leaving a gift for a friend wasn't a bad thing. And besides, it was “Pal”entine’s Day, and he deserved to have an -entine same as the 10% of the world that didn't despise this thoroughly modern holiday. Now, when he inevitably revealed himself as an evil alien secretly here to take over the world (and come on, this was just Scylla’s luck with friends) she would demand her Palentine gifts back. For now, however, she would proceed under the assumption that he was, in fact, a pleasant and mild-mannered thousand-year-old blue person obsessed with rocks. Crystals. Whatever.
She had spent all day making cookie mixes with the twins before sending them to do their own deliveries. Which freed her to make a couple of her own, though she would have to keep an eye on the time. There was a show she wanted to make in the early afternoon, so her plane back to New York was going to be a red eye. She had a few hours, but a lot of deliveries to make. It would be easier to make this one as Jada, like her others, but being unable to sense his aura (or he hers) would make her delivery more difficult than it needed to be. And difficult was not something she had the time for- it was already almost 8:00. She supposed that meant she should kick her butt into gear.
The senshi peered at her gift bag, checking that everything was there- some high-protein snack bars to help tide him over food-wise; a tin of homemade, fresh chocolate chip cookies; another book (she was handing him a small library, one volume at a time), and an MP3 player loaded with a wide variety of music. She had selected all things within the last 300 years- no Gregorian Chants for Caedus, though he had a wide selection of Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Mozart, Schubert, Chopin, Liszt, Bellini, Brahms, Mussorgsky; Gershwin, Berlin, Billie Holiday, Louis Armstrong, Metallica, Beyonce, and Lady Gaga. Artists bithe good, bad, and indifferent. Ragtime, Jazz, pop, classics, and even more, of course. Had she remembered to put some Jefferson Airplane on there? And Duke Ellington? If he ran out of words to read, there would be more to listen to.
Also tucked into the bag was a pair of dark blue denims that should fit well enough, a hoodie, a sweater, a warm coat and a pair of large gloves. He may not be able to hide his aura, but the clothing would help him be able to blend in more to the city proper if he elected to take some chances. The hoodie would be a socially acceptable transfer from his patchwork cloak, and hide his face; the gloves could cover his bandaged hands; and the coat would help keep him warm until the weather changed. All of the clothing was dark, of course.
On the bag was a beaded charm that she had made with Giulia, ending in a dangly little octopus. Senshi of the Kraken- oh, how that joke was getting old. She would stop it when it was old enough to have children. For now, she was content to let it lie. The bag was small, plain and disposable, so he wouldn't have to keep it along with the massive duffel she had given him at New Year's. Everything should be in there- toothpaste, a brush, mouthwash, deodorant, and a liter of water was set on top for washing down the cookies; slowly, she closed the bag. (Could aliens get cavities? Did they need deodorant? Inquiring minds needed to know!) What she had in the bag would have to do for now, in any case. If she had forgotten anything, hopefully he would appreciate what she had remembered and tell her later.
The delivery was quick and easy. She simply played a quick game of follow-the-aura, and made a loud noise for him to follow, then skipped away. Hopefully, he would enjoy his surprise.
She had spent all day making cookie mixes with the twins before sending them to do their own deliveries. Which freed her to make a couple of her own, though she would have to keep an eye on the time. There was a show she wanted to make in the early afternoon, so her plane back to New York was going to be a red eye. She had a few hours, but a lot of deliveries to make. It would be easier to make this one as Jada, like her others, but being unable to sense his aura (or he hers) would make her delivery more difficult than it needed to be. And difficult was not something she had the time for- it was already almost 8:00. She supposed that meant she should kick her butt into gear.
The senshi peered at her gift bag, checking that everything was there- some high-protein snack bars to help tide him over food-wise; a tin of homemade, fresh chocolate chip cookies; another book (she was handing him a small library, one volume at a time), and an MP3 player loaded with a wide variety of music. She had selected all things within the last 300 years- no Gregorian Chants for Caedus, though he had a wide selection of Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Mozart, Schubert, Chopin, Liszt, Bellini, Brahms, Mussorgsky; Gershwin, Berlin, Billie Holiday, Louis Armstrong, Metallica, Beyonce, and Lady Gaga. Artists bithe good, bad, and indifferent. Ragtime, Jazz, pop, classics, and even more, of course. Had she remembered to put some Jefferson Airplane on there? And Duke Ellington? If he ran out of words to read, there would be more to listen to.
Also tucked into the bag was a pair of dark blue denims that should fit well enough, a hoodie, a sweater, a warm coat and a pair of large gloves. He may not be able to hide his aura, but the clothing would help him be able to blend in more to the city proper if he elected to take some chances. The hoodie would be a socially acceptable transfer from his patchwork cloak, and hide his face; the gloves could cover his bandaged hands; and the coat would help keep him warm until the weather changed. All of the clothing was dark, of course.
On the bag was a beaded charm that she had made with Giulia, ending in a dangly little octopus. Senshi of the Kraken- oh, how that joke was getting old. She would stop it when it was old enough to have children. For now, she was content to let it lie. The bag was small, plain and disposable, so he wouldn't have to keep it along with the massive duffel she had given him at New Year's. Everything should be in there- toothpaste, a brush, mouthwash, deodorant, and a liter of water was set on top for washing down the cookies; slowly, she closed the bag. (Could aliens get cavities? Did they need deodorant? Inquiring minds needed to know!) What she had in the bag would have to do for now, in any case. If she had forgotten anything, hopefully he would appreciate what she had remembered and tell her later.
The delivery was quick and easy. She simply played a quick game of follow-the-aura, and made a loud noise for him to follow, then skipped away. Hopefully, he would enjoy his surprise.
The Space Cauldron
I warned you. You can respond if you want, or just leave it a solo. Happy belated "P"alentine's Day.
