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fandomhigh2018-05-14 10:26 am
intotheout) wrote in fandomhigh2018-05-14 10:26 am
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Library, Monday
So it was summer. Like, officially and everything. At least as far as Fandom was concerned. It was pretty cool and rainy out right now, but it was still summer, and Tip wanted to be outside doing summer things.
Instead she was in the library, watching the books rearrange themselves into a "summer reading" display.
"Mark Twain's great and all," Tip said, as the books stacked themselves into a pyramid and flung themselves up onto the display table. "But the man apparently never learned how to write a girl in his life."
The books paused, looked at each other, then turned back towards the stacks. In moments, books by Barrie and Baum came trundling out of the shelves. Tip sighed.
"How about some written by girls?"
The books seemed to sigh, then one of the whistled, and a book by L.M. Montgomery came dashing out.
"If I try to ask for some black woman authors, you all are going to go on strike again, aren't you."
The books went back to ignoring her.
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Instead she was in the library, watching the books rearrange themselves into a "summer reading" display.
"Mark Twain's great and all," Tip said, as the books stacked themselves into a pyramid and flung themselves up onto the display table. "But the man apparently never learned how to write a girl in his life."
The books paused, looked at each other, then turned back towards the stacks. In moments, books by Barrie and Baum came trundling out of the shelves. Tip sighed.
"How about some written by girls?"
The books seemed to sigh, then one of the whistled, and a book by L.M. Montgomery came dashing out.
"If I try to ask for some black woman authors, you all are going to go on strike again, aren't you."
The books went back to ignoring her.
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Usually. It really depended on the day.
"If it's weird, I wouldn't know any better."
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"Makes sense," Tip said with a shrug. "My best friend back home is pretty well known among his people, but he's almost never around them, so we barely even notice. I guess being a writer explains why she's got you doing all this reading though, huh?"
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She still missed those times she would steal away to her neighbor's apartment when she wanted to watch something, and wondered if anyone here would have a passion for silver screen starlets the way Michael had.
"What's your friend famous for?" The other girl had phrased it in a weird way--his people--that definitely sparked her curiosity. Besides, Astrid never felt comfortable talking about herself much and was ready to deflect the job elsewhere.
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"You should tell her we're in a golden age of television," Tip suggested. "It won't convince her, but it's a grade-A brat response." She shrugged. "The first thing you need to know is that my best friend is an alien. His people got chased across the galaxy by a bunch of other evil aliens, and when they landed on Earth he accidentally tipped them off to their location." She smiled a little. "Then a year or so later, he got elected president of their whole new planet, so hey. Bygones."
Sorry, Astrid. Tip was figuring your big sib would have covered some of this stuff already.
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Which made her wonder exactly why they decided to send her there. Maybe Ingrid Magnussen was never her real mother; maybe Astrid was never her real name, she just obsessively plucked it out from several of her poems.
"Oh," she said, because what else did you say to that? "I mean, president of a whole planet is a bit more prestige than a semi-famous poet."
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The man who'd been President of the US before the invasion had refused to come back when the aliens all left, for instance. That was probably why the only people who really wanted it were awful.
Tip pulled out her phone. Astrid was taking this pretty well, so it seemed like a little showing off was in order. "You want to see a picture? The Boov are pretty funky looking."
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She shrugged, momentarily distracted by the sleek device the girl had in her hand. "Sure."
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And then there were the multitude of questions that went along with a girl who apparently thought she lived in a game and was best friends with one of the characters.
Questions that would, of course, remain unasked.
"He's..." Astrid pushed through all her questions to think of something to say, "kind of cute, actually."
Frogs. It reminded her of digging up frogs with the boys.
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Astrid was going to lose her shit when she met Sidon, wasn't she. Or Peridot. Or any of the other non-humans, but those two worked well as extremes.
"My name's Tip, by the way. Well, Gratuity, but just about anyone who's not a teacher calls me 'Tip'."
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Yeah, those had been fun.
"I'm Astrid." She thought she was, anyway. "And a weird, half-smooshed frog isn't too far off, either."
Better half-smooshed than fully-smooshed.
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Bill, Tip's tiny bee-shaped robot friend, took off from his perch on her hair and wrote an excited screed in the air between them.
"This is Bill," Tip said. "He says hi."
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Was this girl just totally loaded? Did her parents work for NASA or something? The tech here was just nuts.
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She actually kind of was? The joys of selling a flying car to GE. Not that Tip's mom let her anywhere near the "slush" fund for anything frivolous.
And, no, that wasn't why Tip had a tiny robot. It was why she could afford the smart phone, though.
"He takes some getting used to," Tip said with a small laugh at Astrid's expression. "You know, like the rest of this island. You're taking it all pretty well in stride, though. What's your world like?"
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Too good, really.
She shrugged. "I'm from LA," she offered. "I know people say that it's pretty much like an entirely different world out there, but really it's...not."
From here, maybe, yes. From the rest of normal society, though...
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So, probably 'regular' Earth, then, Tip noted. She was starting to wonder if Astrid was actually adjusting well, or just ignoring the stuff that didn't fit into her worldview.
She almost couldn't even blame her for that, if it was the case.
"LA, huh?" she said. "I haven't made it out that way yet. J.Lo and I did a big roadtrip after we first met," to get to the Boov enforced 'human preserve' but she was trying not to break Astrid's brain too much, just now, "but we only got as far as Arizona. I'm from Pennsylvania, myself."
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Tip shrugged. "It's not that different from here, at least weather-wise. We don't live in the city anymore -- that part I miss. Suburbs are gross. But at least around here Baltimore's right over the causeway when I want to city it up."
Not that she bothered most of the time. Suburbs might be gross, but going downtown took, like, time and money and effort. Staying in and reading the trashy romance novels her mom sent her and texting with J.Lo was basically always easier.