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KS HOTLINE MEETINGS/HQ CHRONICLES #2
Here’s part one. Paint, paint and more paint. LOL. What’s an Amazon to do with paint and Sov? <g>. Sit back and enjoy. Happy 4th of July to all.
Chantal
"Hey, grab a lemonade. There’s some cold one in the fridge. I know it’s my fridge." (So I’m in a HL mood and I modified that quote to Sorboland standards. <eg>. The original is pretty funny. Something about beer and tossing beer caps behind a fridge.)
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PAINT, BRUSHES… AND DUCT TAPES /1
<Monday afternoon. Conference room KSHQ>
Cokie was looking at the plans for the gym. All the structural work had been done in record time. Keeping Sov away from the site had helped a lot. (No kidding!!!)
"Now, if I only could keep him away from Amazon Height" mused Cokie. The apartment complex was almost finished. Only last minute details to the apartments were needed. The beautiful black marble tile floor for the entrance hall had been installed last week. Cokie had had some help. "It pays to have connections with the Iolausians" said Cokie out loud.
"The Iolausian’s crew had not been distracted at all by Sov’s numerous attempts to lured them away from their work. Bwell, Chrysim, Bona Dea, Jane, Ceryndip all took turns in telling tales of the Golden Hunter. Time flew and Amazons gathered around the hall at lunch time to hear the stories of Barbarian Librarians, The Death Games and many many more.
Very soon, it became a ritual to come and listen to the Iolausians tall tales. (Note of the author: this is not a pun on Iolaus’ height. Honest.) Herk always stopped by to confirm or add to the wonderful stories, to the delight of every Amazons. Herk even revealed a few never before told misadventures of Iolaus. Mostly about mud.
"Oh, everything was going smoothly" Cokie said. "Until that is Sov enlisted some unknowing help." Cokie’s smile became wider. "Thank the Gods for Castalia’s inner Iolaus homing sense. Without that seven sense of hers, I would be in deep trouble." Cokie still shuddered thinking about it.
She was waiting for the last tile delivery. Black marble tiles. She was a little anxious. The identities of the delivery men had to be kept a mystery. Or else Amazon Height would be but a memory. Iolausians were quite vocals and devious (that’s a good thing, really. Lol) when they wanted something. Their motto is not "Give the Iolausians want they want and nobody gets hurt" for nothing. And they would want the delivery men.
Cokie had arranged for the tiles to be delivered by the back entry. Wrong choice. Sov took one look at her face that morning and he knew something was up. A wicked smile appeared on his face, Sov truly enjoyed tormenting her. A big jungle cat playing with a tiny mouse. Not that she did not enjoy it. Playing cat and mouse, Sov’s style is always an exhilarating experience.
Sov would follow her around. Look over her shoulder, peaking into the papers she was reading and down her low cut tee shirt (It’s Sov remember <g>). Make suggestive remarks and finally cornered her into dark and secluded areas of the apartment complex. Sov even tossed her new cell phone off the third floor window. (That brings the count of cell phone’s death by Sov to three. Note of the author). Exasperated and finally giving in, the cell phone was the last draw, Cokie had turned around and locked herself with Sov in the third floor apartment. "Well, this time, Sov was the one screaming." Cokie said with a big grin.
"Yes, I know." replied Nyxx.
"How do you know. The complex was empty except for the hall, three floors below" asked Cokie.
"Hey, it’s my job to know" answered Nyxx.
"Tell me you did not bug the apartments, Nyxx" asked Cokie with fear in her eyes.
"Now, would I do a thing like that. Really?" replied Nyxx with an innocent look.
"Yes, you would and did since you know…" started Cokie.
"Windows, Cokie, windows. You forgot to close the windows…" said Nyxx.
Cokie blushed. "Oh I did. Didn’t I?"
"Yep" answered Nyxx.
Cokie sighed. "Oh, I avoided disaster by an inch. Sov got a hold of the delivery invoice and read the delivery men names. Sov had both YIolaus and Iolaus half way into the back hall before I even knew what was happening. Salvation came in the form of a very happy Castalia. She captured both Iolaus and his younger counterpart’s attention with some very wonderful news, a mention of a celebration and led them outside the hall in no time. Turning for a second, Cas blew a kiss to Sov. For once, Sov was a good sport and did not hold a grudge toward Castalia." (So I guess *your* cell phone is safe for now. LOL) "Me. That’s another story" finished Cokie.
"Well, I’m sure it will be fun, maybe not painless, but fun" replied Nyxx.
Turning back her attention to the Gym plans, Cokie began to take notes. " 3 coats of flat will be needed to cover up the purple ceiling. Purple ceiling. Really? What were they thinking?"
"Well, I like purple So does Chantal. I don’t know. It has a certain je ne sais quoi" said Nyxx.
Cokie rolled her eyes at her friend " Not for a gym, Nyxx. Now where’s Gazelle’s? She’s suppose to meet us here?" wondered Cokie.
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<Gazelle’s office>
Gazelle was singing along with the music. "We’ll be together, tonight" Sting’s music was coming out the stereo system at a low volume. Gazelle winked at her Herk Grape Standee. (Yes, she still has it. I don’t know how come and what deal she made with Josée and Hygea but it looks like miss Gazelle has soul custody of the Grape Standee. Note of the author). "How about tonight, Herkie?" Gazelle asked her prize possession. Her head following the rhythm of the music.
"Well, tonight I have something but I’m free tomorrow." Gazelle blinked once. Twice. She must be hearing voices or going a little crazy. Did her standee just answered her?
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<Chantal’s office>
Chantal, Dicez and Danaan (XMRSA replacement as financial executive. Almost her twin. She had took over without missing a beat <g>) were reviewing the job applications for the gym.
"Now, Dicez. Did you come up with a name yet for the place?" asked Chantal
"Yes, I have but I still have some checking to do. Legal stuff, mostly. But I’ll let you know as soon as possible. Don’t worry" answered Dicez.
"I’ll need it for the business files too, Dicez. I have to send the paperwork to the IRS guys" added Danaan.
"Okay, I have a few jobs that are already filled" said Dicez. She passed a copy of the list to Chantal and Danaan.
"Receptionist. Hilara. She will keep the appointments book, schedules for the classes, aerobic, fencing, wrestling…" started Dicez.
"Wrestling classes?" said both Danaan and Chantal.
"Yes, isn’t it neat. Wrestling classes" answered Dicez.
"Okay, I’ll bite. Who did you get to teach *that* class. Sov?" asked Chantal.
"Nope. Guess again." said Dicez.
"Not Sov. Okay, who would be crazy enough to want to roll around on the floor with eager Amazons" started Danaan.
Both Chantal and Danaan looked at one another, then Dicez. "You did not. That’s impossible. *He* would not do that."
Dicez just gave them her best Mona Lisa smile and said "You’ll see."
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To be continued
Chantal
"Just because I don’t like to fight doesn’t mean I can’t" Indiscretions HL