(voice.)

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

It's always a rule never to get close to a phone or - I guess whatever this darling thing I'm doing - when you're drunk. You never know what you'll end up saying and it just leads to a very awkward conversation in the morning. Though, I highly doubt more than one cosmopolitan and one episode of the Twilight Zone can do this. 

Then again, more than one drink can do a lot of things, can't it? 

I certainly hope you all know that the answer is no and I certainly am not wrong in the head to actually think that this isn't real. If you want to assume that I'm ignorant enough to actually believe that it isn't, you're free to. I'm afraid that you'd actually end up wasting your time and there's really nothing I can do about that. 

What I can do is get some answers. Where am I? What do you all want with me? At this point, I'd love to hear something interesting. I'd hate to be kidnapped and bored.

Comments

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

I highly doubt that kidnapping can be called "brutally honest". Though, if that's how you want to put it, I suppose there's nothing really much that can be done.

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

Hey, we're all victims of this supposed kidnapping. We might as well make the best of it. What's the point in being annoyed about it?

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

Do you not have anything more important back in New York, sir?

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

Quite a bit, actually. Thankfully, it seems that time stops, and life doesn't go on without people like us around.

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

... Is that even possible?

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

Oh certainly, I'm sure a few of my associates back home could come up with a way to make it work. This dimension just happened to do it first.

Either that, or it's magic. Not the answer I'm willing to accept.

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

Well, one thing we can agree on that it's not the Soviets, right?

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

[ Oh, gorgeous. You've won his heart. ]

The Soviets are gone, thankfully.

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

[that's what she's here for.]

Really? Now I really hope that you're right.

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

The Berlin wall fell in the 90s, and after that it didn't take long for Gorbachev and Yeltsin to dismantle the entire Soviet Bloc.

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, did you say the 90s? As in 1990?

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

Yes, beautiful. You're in the year 2011.

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

If that's the case, what makes you think that I'm not some old woman?

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

Inflections and general tonality suggest you're nowhere near old.

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

My, what a gentleman. Just who might I be talking to?

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

Tony Stark. What should I call you?

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark. My name is Joan Harris.

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

[ MROW that icon ]

Believe me, it's more my pleasure than yours.

[ Exactly 2 second pause. ]

Unless you want it to be yours.

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

Mr. Stark, I don't quite understand what you're trying to say. [but she gets the hint, but it's good enough to string Tony along to get what she needs.]

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

Beautiful, it's no fun if I have to spell it out. I'll let you mull over it a bit.

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

Mr. Stark, if you wanted to get me a drink and some cigarettes, I wouldn't say no.

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

I think I could manage to help you out with that.

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

Oh, wonderful. How will you know how to find me? I don't know where I am.

[Voice]

[liverletdie]

Oh, don't worry about that. These comms are easily traceable. [ what a creeper. ]

[Voice]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

At least they made it easy to find people. [it's such a good thing that he's an american.]