Kate Gregson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vanillajello) wrote2010-09-09 07:50 pm
vanillajello) wrote2010-09-09 07:50 pm
CSR Office, Baltimore, Thursday Afternoon/Room 324, Early Thursday Evening
Kate had been a regular ray of sunshine at work yesterday. Really. Except not. It was kind of hard to reach that state of being when you'd started your day dealing with an undead bitchfit from a guy who, by the way, had lost all his maturity points for forever, now.
Today, though, Kate was better at repressing everything yesterday morning had dug up. She slipped into the CSR routine. It was only her fourth actual day of working, but it really got pretty monotone pretty fast. Call person, don't get person, get someone else, ask that someone else to ask person you were calling for to call back, then move down the list. Lather, rinse, repeat, until something actually happens.
"Well, when do you think he'll be home?"
Behind her, Kate could hear Jarrett repeating the exact same words, only he was trying to reach a woman.
"Well, would you mind telling him I called?"
Like a quick echo, just barely out of time with her.
"Thank you so much."
They hung up their respective calls in near unison. "This reeks," Kate grumbled as she stuck the guy's file on her 'couldn't be reached' pile. "Wildly."
"Yeah," Jarrett agreed, but only vaguely. "'Til one day when you land your first really big fish, and get your first really big check, and then you realize it doesn't necessarily reek all that bad."
Oh. That made Kate pull out one of the casefiles she'd collected in the morning. The woman owed like 30,000 dollars. "This is my big fish," she said, as she turned to show Jarrett the file. "Lynda P. Frazier."
Jarrett snorted. "Never. I called her every week for a year. Pretty slippery fish, that Lynda P. Frazier."
But Kate wasn't going to be so easily discouraged. She was cute and girlishly persuasive and awesome and everything, while he, nice as he was, was kind of a slob. She thought she had a good shot at accomplishing something he hadn't. And she was barely even listening. Something in the file had caught her attention. "It says that her area code is in downtown Kansas City."
"So?"
"Well, it's really pretty close to where my parents live..." Kate let her raised eyebrows do the talking on the significance of that. She though it was pretty obvious what she was trying to say. And apparently she was right. "Yeah but you can't go there," Jarrett said, although he really didn't sound all that scandalized by the idea.
"Why not?"
"It's against the rules," he pointed out, making her roll her eyes. "Did I tell you the story about that guy, who went to that guy's house? He got tied up with his own belt for up to three days."
Oh yeah, real scary. And besides... "Up to?" What was that about?
"Thereabouts," he said, almost a little reluctantly, and shrugged. "How it all went down has never been quite clear."
Kate turned back to her own desk again, sighing and suppressing the urge to roll her eyes again. Yeah, she'd very recently been told all people were assholes by someone who apparently now considered himself an outside observer. Not to mention all the other stuff that had been going on lately. It would take more than the unfortunate tale of some careless idiot to deter her from what she wanted to do now.
Which was look this woman up online to see whether there was maybe an address or something to be found.
...
Soon enough, it turned out Lynda P. Frazier was actually pretty easy to find. A Sirchbot search with the name yielded a lot of results for other Lynda Fraziers, but there was one hit that said Princess Valhalla Hawkwind, fan art gallery and merchandise page, and under it read something about Lynda P. Frazier's princess creation now having its own site. So Kate clicked on it.
Oh, jackpot. There was a Kansas City address right on the top of the page for ordering prints (that would be available August 1999, but Kate figured it was a start, at least). That wasn't what really caught her attention, though, no. That honor went to the thumbnails of some artwork below the address.
Kate clicked on one, and then she was greeted by a drawing of a woman. A warrior woman, in shining armor, with long blonde hair, and a sword, and wings, and little pink wings on her helmet.
And, wait. This was fanart? For this Frazier woman?
"Whoa. Oh my lordship."
She could hear Jarrett rolling his chair closer to her desk. "Wow. Who is that?"
Kate sounded almost dazed. "Lynda P. Frazier." She hadn't expected to come across anything this spectacular on this mindnumbingly mundane day, and she was almost mesmerized.
"Phwoar. Nice horns. She's giving me horns."
... Yeah. Kate was mesmerized, and Jarrett was shitting all over it. She made a face at him. "You're vile." That didn't exactly affect Jarrett in any way at all, though. He was still staring at the picture. "If I had known she was that hot, I woulda gone over there and let her tie me up with my own--" And for some reason, the last word warranted bellowing. "--ballsack!"
Heartily laughing at his own words, he rolled away again. And Kate kept looking at the site.
...
And she was looking at the site again once she'd come back to Fandom and was just chilling in her room with her laptop on the desk in front of her.
It was just... intriguing.
[ooc: Open door, open post! Everything under the cut is NFB due to happening off island. Taken and tweaked from USoT S02E02 'Trouble Junction', catch-up and roompost smooshed together to conserve your flist.]
Today, though, Kate was better at repressing everything yesterday morning had dug up. She slipped into the CSR routine. It was only her fourth actual day of working, but it really got pretty monotone pretty fast. Call person, don't get person, get someone else, ask that someone else to ask person you were calling for to call back, then move down the list. Lather, rinse, repeat, until something actually happens.
"Well, when do you think he'll be home?"
Behind her, Kate could hear Jarrett repeating the exact same words, only he was trying to reach a woman.
"Well, would you mind telling him I called?"
Like a quick echo, just barely out of time with her.
"Thank you so much."
They hung up their respective calls in near unison. "This reeks," Kate grumbled as she stuck the guy's file on her 'couldn't be reached' pile. "Wildly."
"Yeah," Jarrett agreed, but only vaguely. "'Til one day when you land your first really big fish, and get your first really big check, and then you realize it doesn't necessarily reek all that bad."
Oh. That made Kate pull out one of the casefiles she'd collected in the morning. The woman owed like 30,000 dollars. "This is my big fish," she said, as she turned to show Jarrett the file. "Lynda P. Frazier."
Jarrett snorted. "Never. I called her every week for a year. Pretty slippery fish, that Lynda P. Frazier."
But Kate wasn't going to be so easily discouraged. She was cute and girlishly persuasive and awesome and everything, while he, nice as he was, was kind of a slob. She thought she had a good shot at accomplishing something he hadn't. And she was barely even listening. Something in the file had caught her attention. "It says that her area code is in downtown Kansas City."
"So?"
"Well, it's really pretty close to where my parents live..." Kate let her raised eyebrows do the talking on the significance of that. She though it was pretty obvious what she was trying to say. And apparently she was right. "Yeah but you can't go there," Jarrett said, although he really didn't sound all that scandalized by the idea.
"Why not?"
"It's against the rules," he pointed out, making her roll her eyes. "Did I tell you the story about that guy, who went to that guy's house? He got tied up with his own belt for up to three days."
Oh yeah, real scary. And besides... "Up to?" What was that about?
"Thereabouts," he said, almost a little reluctantly, and shrugged. "How it all went down has never been quite clear."
Kate turned back to her own desk again, sighing and suppressing the urge to roll her eyes again. Yeah, she'd very recently been told all people were assholes by someone who apparently now considered himself an outside observer. Not to mention all the other stuff that had been going on lately. It would take more than the unfortunate tale of some careless idiot to deter her from what she wanted to do now.
Which was look this woman up online to see whether there was maybe an address or something to be found.
...
Soon enough, it turned out Lynda P. Frazier was actually pretty easy to find. A Sirchbot search with the name yielded a lot of results for other Lynda Fraziers, but there was one hit that said Princess Valhalla Hawkwind, fan art gallery and merchandise page, and under it read something about Lynda P. Frazier's princess creation now having its own site. So Kate clicked on it.
Oh, jackpot. There was a Kansas City address right on the top of the page for ordering prints (that would be available August 1999, but Kate figured it was a start, at least). That wasn't what really caught her attention, though, no. That honor went to the thumbnails of some artwork below the address.
Kate clicked on one, and then she was greeted by a drawing of a woman. A warrior woman, in shining armor, with long blonde hair, and a sword, and wings, and little pink wings on her helmet.
And, wait. This was fanart? For this Frazier woman?
"Whoa. Oh my lordship."
She could hear Jarrett rolling his chair closer to her desk. "Wow. Who is that?"
Kate sounded almost dazed. "Lynda P. Frazier." She hadn't expected to come across anything this spectacular on this mindnumbingly mundane day, and she was almost mesmerized.
"Phwoar. Nice horns. She's giving me horns."
... Yeah. Kate was mesmerized, and Jarrett was shitting all over it. She made a face at him. "You're vile." That didn't exactly affect Jarrett in any way at all, though. He was still staring at the picture. "If I had known she was that hot, I woulda gone over there and let her tie me up with my own--" And for some reason, the last word warranted bellowing. "--ballsack!"
Heartily laughing at his own words, he rolled away again. And Kate kept looking at the site.
...
And she was looking at the site again once she'd come back to Fandom and was just chilling in her room with her laptop on the desk in front of her.
It was just... intriguing.
[ooc: Open door, open post! Everything under the cut is NFB due to happening off island. Taken and tweaked from USoT S02E02 'Trouble Junction', catch-up and roompost smooshed together to conserve your flist.]