28-03-2019, 03:21 PM
Susan Takes Charge Pt. 01
Hi, my name's Susan Bailey. It's been a while; how've you been? A number of things have changed for me since then.
I'm still the Permanent Third member of Troy and Julie Equals' marriage, that hasn't changed. Although, since we've been spending more time in San Finzione, lately, I've had to explain it a bit less. When we're in Seattle, people don't seem to grasp the idea of how and why our situation works. When we're in San Finzione, people just say "Oh, they have a French arrangement," and everyone gets it.
They've taught me the secret of mind-control, although Troy's ethics lessons about it are a "for life" deal. They're aware and supportive of the fact that, whether through a hyperactive imagination or borderline mental issues, there is a trio of women living in my head; two of whom are best described as aspects of my personality, and that the third makes me some kind of psychic. Yeah, I know psychics are bullshit, but two years ago, I'd have said the same thing about mind-control. I'm not out to make a believer of anyone; there's this thing I can do, and I don't have anything to sell you. Make up your own mind what it is, I'm calling it "psychic." It'll make more sense later.
Also, I'm no longer an employee of Inner Claire-ity Yoga Studios. After this thing that happened last year, I became what's referred to as "independently wealthy." It's a common side-effect of being a loved one of Troy's. I parted with the company on good terms. Claire accepted my oral resignation graciously, with a smile on her face. Then I got out from under her desk, finished out the day, and we concluded my exit interview in the showers after closing. She still comes by the house. Not as much lately, but that's only because she's been traveling back-and-forth to Mander Island a bit.
Troy and Julie aren't here right now. (Oh, "here" is San Finzione, not our house in Federal Way like usual.) I'm sure you saw the news about Contessa Helena de San Finzione giving birth to twin boys about a month ago. Yeah, they're great little guys; Vincenzo and Byroni, love 'em. I'm sure you've seen them in the news with her lately. But have you noticed how it's been all long shots or really short sound bites since then? Well, my unique position as a friend of La Familia Royale causes me to know a bit more about that than the average person.
Those are the Royal Twins, all right; but that isn't Helen you've been seeing them with. That's Rita Delvecchio, star of a sketch comedy show in San Finzione and the world's only authorized Contessa Helena de San Finzione impersonator. (As far as we know, the world's only UNauthorized Contessa Helena de San Finzione impersonator is a drag act in Berlin whose rendition of Reba McEntire's version of "Fancy," Helen says is "too damn moving" to send a Cease & Desist order.) Rita's impression of Helen and her resemblance in the right makeup are so strong that Helen sometimes hires Rita to appear at events that she doesn't want to go to but needs to show up at least. Since Helen has been missing since a couple days after they were born, Rita's been filling in for her in public.
Well, not entirely "missing." I've known where she is because of the aforementioned psychic thing. It's this connection I have with her; one of the three women in my head that I mentioned is able to reach out to Helen. So far, just her, and mostly when one of us really needs it. So, I knew where she was and what she was doing there. The worst part about it was that I could have told our mutual loved ones who know about our connection when they came to me and asked. I could have told them "She's living as a call girl in Paris, and here's where she's staying." Two dozen of La Squadra de Ultimados, San Finzione's elite Special Forces and Helen, Maria, and now the twins' personal guard; would have descended on Helen's location, probably snuck up and knocked her out before she could use her own ability to command them to go home and had her on a plane back to San Finzione within a couple hours.
Why I couldn't is a bit complicated. Helen and I got off to a horrible start because, before I knew how to do it myself, she used mind control on me and it caused problems with us. So, in addition to the idea that using this thing between us to track her down when she wants to be alone would have felt like violating a trust, it also felt to me like a petty revenge for something we've moved past. (And I'm no one to comment on anyone else's mental issues. Helen needed to get away, more than anything in the world. I absolutely understand that.)
As a result, this past month of hanging around a castle hasn't been as much fun as you'd think. Even fewer people know about our connection than know about the fact that the four of us can control minds. The ones who know also know about my past with Helen and have tried to be understanding about my reasons why I couldn't just tell them everything. But of course, there was some tension involved. Troy and Julie understood completely why I didn't feel comfortable telling them any more than that she was alive and didn't want to be found. He's a smart guy, and eventually figured it out on his own. Maria and Ramirez wanted me to tell, and I'd heard that Capitan Ortega was ready to put me under the hot lights and sweat it out of me before Troy had a word with him. Things have relaxed now that he and Julie have found Helen and are bringing her home after the weekend.
That leaves me, as the only person remaining in San Finzione who can both control minds and speak Italian, to deal with La Familia de San Finzione. You see, Contessa Helena de San Finzione was born Helen Parker in Anchorage, Alaska. Her late husband, Count Vincenzo Ramon de San Finzione, forever does he reign in our hearts; (It's customary to say that when you talk about him. Helen says he deserved it. Look him up some time, he was a great guy.) had been the patriarch of a once-proud royal family. He'd done so well for them and his country, in fact, that his children and grandchildren became idlers and fell prey to the excesses of the idle rich. Helen told me that something he said to her in private once was "Lamborghini and Cocaine have killed more San Finziones than the entire Renaissance." It was so bad that by the time she met him, the royal line was down to the Count and his great-granddaughter, Lady Maria.
Hi, my name's Susan Bailey. It's been a while; how've you been? A number of things have changed for me since then.
I'm still the Permanent Third member of Troy and Julie Equals' marriage, that hasn't changed. Although, since we've been spending more time in San Finzione, lately, I've had to explain it a bit less. When we're in Seattle, people don't seem to grasp the idea of how and why our situation works. When we're in San Finzione, people just say "Oh, they have a French arrangement," and everyone gets it.
They've taught me the secret of mind-control, although Troy's ethics lessons about it are a "for life" deal. They're aware and supportive of the fact that, whether through a hyperactive imagination or borderline mental issues, there is a trio of women living in my head; two of whom are best described as aspects of my personality, and that the third makes me some kind of psychic. Yeah, I know psychics are bullshit, but two years ago, I'd have said the same thing about mind-control. I'm not out to make a believer of anyone; there's this thing I can do, and I don't have anything to sell you. Make up your own mind what it is, I'm calling it "psychic." It'll make more sense later.
Also, I'm no longer an employee of Inner Claire-ity Yoga Studios. After this thing that happened last year, I became what's referred to as "independently wealthy." It's a common side-effect of being a loved one of Troy's. I parted with the company on good terms. Claire accepted my oral resignation graciously, with a smile on her face. Then I got out from under her desk, finished out the day, and we concluded my exit interview in the showers after closing. She still comes by the house. Not as much lately, but that's only because she's been traveling back-and-forth to Mander Island a bit.
Troy and Julie aren't here right now. (Oh, "here" is San Finzione, not our house in Federal Way like usual.) I'm sure you saw the news about Contessa Helena de San Finzione giving birth to twin boys about a month ago. Yeah, they're great little guys; Vincenzo and Byroni, love 'em. I'm sure you've seen them in the news with her lately. But have you noticed how it's been all long shots or really short sound bites since then? Well, my unique position as a friend of La Familia Royale causes me to know a bit more about that than the average person.
Those are the Royal Twins, all right; but that isn't Helen you've been seeing them with. That's Rita Delvecchio, star of a sketch comedy show in San Finzione and the world's only authorized Contessa Helena de San Finzione impersonator. (As far as we know, the world's only UNauthorized Contessa Helena de San Finzione impersonator is a drag act in Berlin whose rendition of Reba McEntire's version of "Fancy," Helen says is "too damn moving" to send a Cease & Desist order.) Rita's impression of Helen and her resemblance in the right makeup are so strong that Helen sometimes hires Rita to appear at events that she doesn't want to go to but needs to show up at least. Since Helen has been missing since a couple days after they were born, Rita's been filling in for her in public.
Well, not entirely "missing." I've known where she is because of the aforementioned psychic thing. It's this connection I have with her; one of the three women in my head that I mentioned is able to reach out to Helen. So far, just her, and mostly when one of us really needs it. So, I knew where she was and what she was doing there. The worst part about it was that I could have told our mutual loved ones who know about our connection when they came to me and asked. I could have told them "She's living as a call girl in Paris, and here's where she's staying." Two dozen of La Squadra de Ultimados, San Finzione's elite Special Forces and Helen, Maria, and now the twins' personal guard; would have descended on Helen's location, probably snuck up and knocked her out before she could use her own ability to command them to go home and had her on a plane back to San Finzione within a couple hours.
Why I couldn't is a bit complicated. Helen and I got off to a horrible start because, before I knew how to do it myself, she used mind control on me and it caused problems with us. So, in addition to the idea that using this thing between us to track her down when she wants to be alone would have felt like violating a trust, it also felt to me like a petty revenge for something we've moved past. (And I'm no one to comment on anyone else's mental issues. Helen needed to get away, more than anything in the world. I absolutely understand that.)
As a result, this past month of hanging around a castle hasn't been as much fun as you'd think. Even fewer people know about our connection than know about the fact that the four of us can control minds. The ones who know also know about my past with Helen and have tried to be understanding about my reasons why I couldn't just tell them everything. But of course, there was some tension involved. Troy and Julie understood completely why I didn't feel comfortable telling them any more than that she was alive and didn't want to be found. He's a smart guy, and eventually figured it out on his own. Maria and Ramirez wanted me to tell, and I'd heard that Capitan Ortega was ready to put me under the hot lights and sweat it out of me before Troy had a word with him. Things have relaxed now that he and Julie have found Helen and are bringing her home after the weekend.
That leaves me, as the only person remaining in San Finzione who can both control minds and speak Italian, to deal with La Familia de San Finzione. You see, Contessa Helena de San Finzione was born Helen Parker in Anchorage, Alaska. Her late husband, Count Vincenzo Ramon de San Finzione, forever does he reign in our hearts; (It's customary to say that when you talk about him. Helen says he deserved it. Look him up some time, he was a great guy.) had been the patriarch of a once-proud royal family. He'd done so well for them and his country, in fact, that his children and grandchildren became idlers and fell prey to the excesses of the idle rich. Helen told me that something he said to her in private once was "Lamborghini and Cocaine have killed more San Finziones than the entire Renaissance." It was so bad that by the time she met him, the royal line was down to the Count and his great-granddaughter, Lady Maria.
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