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wifeandpartnerJanuary 22, 1935
10:35 AM
"Kit? Kit, where are you?"
"I'm up here, Boss!" Kit calls down the stairs. "In the solarium!"
The billionaire playboy who is the day-to-day identity of The Red Panda climbs up the stairs and peers into the room. Kit is seated in a vast red armchair that makes her look even more petite than usual, hunkered over something the man can't quite see from his angle.
"I've never known you to be one to spend your spare time reading," The Red Panda remarks as he steps into the room.
"Yeah, well, most o' the books in your family's library aren't as interesting as this," replies Kit. "Have you had a chance to look over Tyler's journals yet?"
"I've been busy organizing the 'Callaghan Mob' reports this week." The Red Panda eyes the notebook in Kit's lap with great interest. "How many are there?"
"Just the two." Kit gestures toward a second volume on the end table. "Help yourself, I finished that one on Tuesday."
The Red Panda takes the notebook, flips the cover open, and settles into another chair to read. After several seconds of silence, he frowns and looks up at the woman seated opposite. "Kit, are you sure this is all serious?"
"Can't see any reason why it wouldn't be," replies Kit with a shrug.
He quirks a skeptical eyebrow, then lifts the notebook up to read aloud. "'I didn't notice at first, but the hall of mirrors all had weird reflections of me. Like me in different costumes, or differently shaped bodies. I touched one of them...and that turned out to be a big mistake because I got sucked into the head of that reflection. Turned out all those reflections were images of other versions of me in other worlds. Ones where I had powers.' Now, doesn't that sound just a little bit fantastic?"
"Says the guy who's traveled through time, fought a monster from another dimension, and met a shapeshifting Australian from an alternate universe who had also traveled through time?"
"...you make a good point."
"Boss, I know this kid. He doesn't make things up, he's not the type. Besides," Kit says with a smirk, "if you think that's unbelievable, wait'll you read about the fella who gets turned into a fish."
"Turned into a what??"
"Just read it."
"Yes, 'Boss.'" He turns back to the notebook. "So, do these include your, ah, exploits as well?"
"Yep," says Kit smugly. "Just got done readin' that section, actually. Kid's got a good eye for des... cribin'... my..." She trails off, staring at the book in her lap in wide-eyed disbelief. "Ya gotta be kiddin' me."
"Kit? What is it?"
Kit opens and closes her mouth several times before she manages to get any sound out. "That... I... ya know how I tolja Dr. Stantz was hired by the government ta stop the Russians from doin' their thing?"
The Red Panda raises an eyebrow. "Ye-es..."
"Well... apparently, so was I. An' I got paid fifteen thousand dollars for it."
Now both eyebrows are up. "You're joking."
"My hand to God, that's what it says here. Fifteen thousand dollars in silver ingots, waitin' for me to come an' pick it up."
For a long moment, they just stare at each other, the implications of this development sinking into their minds.
The Red Panda is the one who speaks first. "What are you going to do?" he asks softly, unsure whether he wants to hear the answer.
"Well," says Kit, "for starters? I'm gonna light a fire under Chronopolis's feet to open a door back to Milliways. After that... we'll see."
10:35 AM
"Kit? Kit, where are you?"
"I'm up here, Boss!" Kit calls down the stairs. "In the solarium!"
The billionaire playboy who is the day-to-day identity of The Red Panda climbs up the stairs and peers into the room. Kit is seated in a vast red armchair that makes her look even more petite than usual, hunkered over something the man can't quite see from his angle.
"I've never known you to be one to spend your spare time reading," The Red Panda remarks as he steps into the room.
"Yeah, well, most o' the books in your family's library aren't as interesting as this," replies Kit. "Have you had a chance to look over Tyler's journals yet?"
"I've been busy organizing the 'Callaghan Mob' reports this week." The Red Panda eyes the notebook in Kit's lap with great interest. "How many are there?"
"Just the two." Kit gestures toward a second volume on the end table. "Help yourself, I finished that one on Tuesday."
The Red Panda takes the notebook, flips the cover open, and settles into another chair to read. After several seconds of silence, he frowns and looks up at the woman seated opposite. "Kit, are you sure this is all serious?"
"Can't see any reason why it wouldn't be," replies Kit with a shrug.
He quirks a skeptical eyebrow, then lifts the notebook up to read aloud. "'I didn't notice at first, but the hall of mirrors all had weird reflections of me. Like me in different costumes, or differently shaped bodies. I touched one of them...and that turned out to be a big mistake because I got sucked into the head of that reflection. Turned out all those reflections were images of other versions of me in other worlds. Ones where I had powers.' Now, doesn't that sound just a little bit fantastic?"
"Says the guy who's traveled through time, fought a monster from another dimension, and met a shapeshifting Australian from an alternate universe who had also traveled through time?"
"...you make a good point."
"Boss, I know this kid. He doesn't make things up, he's not the type. Besides," Kit says with a smirk, "if you think that's unbelievable, wait'll you read about the fella who gets turned into a fish."
"Turned into a what??"
"Just read it."
"Yes, 'Boss.'" He turns back to the notebook. "So, do these include your, ah, exploits as well?"
"Yep," says Kit smugly. "Just got done readin' that section, actually. Kid's got a good eye for des... cribin'... my..." She trails off, staring at the book in her lap in wide-eyed disbelief. "Ya gotta be kiddin' me."
"Kit? What is it?"
Kit opens and closes her mouth several times before she manages to get any sound out. "That... I... ya know how I tolja Dr. Stantz was hired by the government ta stop the Russians from doin' their thing?"
The Red Panda raises an eyebrow. "Ye-es..."
"Well... apparently, so was I. An' I got paid fifteen thousand dollars for it."
Now both eyebrows are up. "You're joking."
"My hand to God, that's what it says here. Fifteen thousand dollars in silver ingots, waitin' for me to come an' pick it up."
For a long moment, they just stare at each other, the implications of this development sinking into their minds.
The Red Panda is the one who speaks first. "What are you going to do?" he asks softly, unsure whether he wants to hear the answer.
"Well," says Kit, "for starters? I'm gonna light a fire under Chronopolis's feet to open a door back to Milliways. After that... we'll see."
