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<blockquote data-quote="Rybaer" data-source="post: 2451081" data-attributes="member: 118"><p>The Centurian, Parkside, Coast City</p><p>June 16</p><p>07:43</p><p></p><p></p><p>“Anything interesting in today’s batch of email?” Steven asked from the kitchen where he was busy finishing up the scrambled eggs and bacon. </p><p></p><p>“A few things,” Maggie said from the dining room table where she was pecking away at her AMD64 Athlon-powered laptop. (Shameless product placement ad.) </p><p></p><p>“For who? Steven or Fate?” </p><p></p><p>“Both,” she replied. “Steven has a few contract matters to clear up with the publisher, half a dozen speaking requests, and only one marriage proposal…from a young lady who apparently heard you speak in Philadelphia last Thursday.” </p><p></p><p>Steven brought two plates of breakfast into the dining room. Maggie looked up, gracing him with one of her warm smiles. Steven decided that she looked better now, straight out of bed and dressed only in one of his button-down shirts, than she ever did when done up for a night on the town. She was a definitely a morning person. </p><p></p><p>“Well, I’m afraid the young lady will have to learn to live with disappointment,” he said, leaning to deliver Maggie a quick kiss with her breakfast. “I might have to work that into my seminars – how to handle rejection to a marriage proposal. Think that would be a subtle enough hint?” </p><p></p><p>“For these ladies? I doubt it. They just think you’re so cute and accessible.”</p><p></p><p>“Not accessible at all,” Steven said, taking the seat beside her. “And for Fate?”</p><p></p><p>“The Homeland Defense department is still pressuring you guys to decide upon a group name. Their press people are eager to give this arrangement a more formal and consumer friendly feel. I think the folks at Aztechnology are equally interested in settling this, though they haven’t said anything to me since you told Werner to give it a rest.”</p><p></p><p>Steven shook his head. “Yeah, I still have mixed feelings about making this super team a genuine public entity. I know that having the equipment and resources is going to be handy, not to mention the degree of legal authority the Feds are offering. Maybe it’s just that it’s moving so quickly. It feels like control has slipped away a bit.”</p><p></p><p>Maggie placed her hand over Steven’s. “I know, dear. I know. You can always back things off a little bit. The others seem to share your concerns and I suspect will follow your lead if you want to slow things down a notch.</p><p></p><p>“At least the number of incidents has dropped off. Those first couple nights with ‘the guys’ were something else.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah,” Steven said. “Still, there’s something bugging me, and it’s more than just the stress with setting up this super team. I can’t put my finger on it. Guess I’m still worried about how that whole mess with Paul Link ended. Or even Blazer, for that matter. It’s been two weeks and the police have nothing on that case…aside from the similar condition of his body to Paul’s.”</p><p></p><p>“I know,” Maggie said. “Being drained of blood is pretty creepy, especially when they can’t even figure out how it left the body.”</p><p></p><p>Knock, knock.</p><p></p><p>“Odd,” Steven said, looking across the apartment to the front door. “The doorman’s supposed to call up before allowing visitors.”</p><p></p><p>“Neighbor, perhaps?” Maggie said. “Either way, I’m not dressed to answer it. I’ll be in the bedroom looking for something that shows a little less leg. At least you have your robe on.”</p><p></p><p>Steven gave her a playful swat on her rear and then hurried to the door. He peeked through the eyepiece to find two women standing outside – one in her late teens and the other older, possibly her mother judging by the resemblance. They were both dressed casually and he recognized neither.</p><p></p><p>Steven carefully opened the door a few inches, a spell ready on his lips just in case. “Yes? Can I help you?”</p><p></p><p>“See! I told you Mom, it’s him,” the younger woman said.</p><p></p><p>“We still don’t know…,” the older woman began, but was cut off.</p><p></p><p>“Sorcerer, I’m Nichole, your humble servant,” the younger girl said, falling to one knee and bowing low before Steven. “We come in desperate need of your wisdom and powers.”</p><p></p><p>The older woman just stood there and shook her head in embarrassment. When she looked at Steven, however, there was clearly a deep, penetrating curiosity in her eyes.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rybaer, post: 2451081, member: 118"] The Centurian, Parkside, Coast City June 16 07:43 “Anything interesting in today’s batch of email?” Steven asked from the kitchen where he was busy finishing up the scrambled eggs and bacon. “A few things,” Maggie said from the dining room table where she was pecking away at her AMD64 Athlon-powered laptop. (Shameless product placement ad.) “For who? Steven or Fate?” “Both,” she replied. “Steven has a few contract matters to clear up with the publisher, half a dozen speaking requests, and only one marriage proposal…from a young lady who apparently heard you speak in Philadelphia last Thursday.” Steven brought two plates of breakfast into the dining room. Maggie looked up, gracing him with one of her warm smiles. Steven decided that she looked better now, straight out of bed and dressed only in one of his button-down shirts, than she ever did when done up for a night on the town. She was a definitely a morning person. “Well, I’m afraid the young lady will have to learn to live with disappointment,” he said, leaning to deliver Maggie a quick kiss with her breakfast. “I might have to work that into my seminars – how to handle rejection to a marriage proposal. Think that would be a subtle enough hint?” “For these ladies? I doubt it. They just think you’re so cute and accessible.” “Not accessible at all,” Steven said, taking the seat beside her. “And for Fate?” “The Homeland Defense department is still pressuring you guys to decide upon a group name. Their press people are eager to give this arrangement a more formal and consumer friendly feel. I think the folks at Aztechnology are equally interested in settling this, though they haven’t said anything to me since you told Werner to give it a rest.” Steven shook his head. “Yeah, I still have mixed feelings about making this super team a genuine public entity. I know that having the equipment and resources is going to be handy, not to mention the degree of legal authority the Feds are offering. Maybe it’s just that it’s moving so quickly. It feels like control has slipped away a bit.” Maggie placed her hand over Steven’s. “I know, dear. I know. You can always back things off a little bit. The others seem to share your concerns and I suspect will follow your lead if you want to slow things down a notch. “At least the number of incidents has dropped off. Those first couple nights with ‘the guys’ were something else.” “Yeah,” Steven said. “Still, there’s something bugging me, and it’s more than just the stress with setting up this super team. I can’t put my finger on it. Guess I’m still worried about how that whole mess with Paul Link ended. Or even Blazer, for that matter. It’s been two weeks and the police have nothing on that case…aside from the similar condition of his body to Paul’s.” “I know,” Maggie said. “Being drained of blood is pretty creepy, especially when they can’t even figure out how it left the body.” Knock, knock. “Odd,” Steven said, looking across the apartment to the front door. “The doorman’s supposed to call up before allowing visitors.” “Neighbor, perhaps?” Maggie said. “Either way, I’m not dressed to answer it. I’ll be in the bedroom looking for something that shows a little less leg. At least you have your robe on.” Steven gave her a playful swat on her rear and then hurried to the door. He peeked through the eyepiece to find two women standing outside – one in her late teens and the other older, possibly her mother judging by the resemblance. They were both dressed casually and he recognized neither. Steven carefully opened the door a few inches, a spell ready on his lips just in case. “Yes? Can I help you?” “See! I told you Mom, it’s him,” the younger woman said. “We still don’t know…,” the older woman began, but was cut off. “Sorcerer, I’m Nichole, your humble servant,” the younger girl said, falling to one knee and bowing low before Steven. “We come in desperate need of your wisdom and powers.” The older woman just stood there and shook her head in embarrassment. When she looked at Steven, however, there was clearly a deep, penetrating curiosity in her eyes. [/QUOTE]
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