Early Friday Morning, Room 409
The sound of his phone ringing woke Blair and he knocked several books off the shelf before answering.
"...'lo?"
"Blair! Blair is that you, sweetie?"
"Naomi? Why are you yelling?"
"Sorry, sweetie. The connection is horrible here!"
"Are you still in Florida?" Blair asked, reaching over to peer at the alarm clock.
"Florida? I left Florida a couple of months ago! I'm in Somalia now!"
"That's nice." Blair yawned. "I bet the weather is great."
"I wouldn't know, they don't tend to let us outside much."
"Who let you where? What are you talking about, Mom?"
"I'm in jail...and don't call me Mom."
"What?" Blair sat up in bed and stared at the phone in shock. "What happened?"
"I can't really talk about it on the phone, sweetie. But I'm need your help. Remember the darling man in New York who worked with Legal Aid? Uncle Karl?"
"Not my uncle, but yeah." Blair said, already standing and grabbing his emergency backpack from the closet. "Want me to get him to come help you?"
"That'd be great, sweetie. I talked to Moonbeam and he's willing to pick you up at the causeway and drive you to the airport. He should have the tickets for you to New York and then two tickets to Djibouti. You have to find a ride from there."
"Djibouti." Blair repeated, chuckling for a second. "Why can't we fly into Somalia?"
"It's probably better if you cross the border by car. Just in case."
Blair shook his head, groaning. "You're in big trouble, aren't you Mom?"
"Everything will be fine, Blair. Just...get here soon."
Blair hung up the phone and looked around the room. Before he packed his laptop, he sent off a quick email to his friends to let them know what was going on and asked them to feed his fish and water Hank. Picking up his backpack, he closed the door and hurried out of the building.
[ooc: I need a break from the game for a few days so my characters are heading off. If you think you got an email, you did. Blair overshares, so it pretty much laid out the phone call. They'll probably come back sometime next week.]
"...'lo?"
"Blair! Blair is that you, sweetie?"
"Naomi? Why are you yelling?"
"Sorry, sweetie. The connection is horrible here!"
"Are you still in Florida?" Blair asked, reaching over to peer at the alarm clock.
"Florida? I left Florida a couple of months ago! I'm in Somalia now!"
"That's nice." Blair yawned. "I bet the weather is great."
"I wouldn't know, they don't tend to let us outside much."
"Who let you where? What are you talking about, Mom?"
"I'm in jail...and don't call me Mom."
"What?" Blair sat up in bed and stared at the phone in shock. "What happened?"
"I can't really talk about it on the phone, sweetie. But I'm need your help. Remember the darling man in New York who worked with Legal Aid? Uncle Karl?"
"Not my uncle, but yeah." Blair said, already standing and grabbing his emergency backpack from the closet. "Want me to get him to come help you?"
"That'd be great, sweetie. I talked to Moonbeam and he's willing to pick you up at the causeway and drive you to the airport. He should have the tickets for you to New York and then two tickets to Djibouti. You have to find a ride from there."
"Djibouti." Blair repeated, chuckling for a second. "Why can't we fly into Somalia?"
"It's probably better if you cross the border by car. Just in case."
Blair shook his head, groaning. "You're in big trouble, aren't you Mom?"
"Everything will be fine, Blair. Just...get here soon."
Blair hung up the phone and looked around the room. Before he packed his laptop, he sent off a quick email to his friends to let them know what was going on and asked them to feed his fish and water Hank. Picking up his backpack, he closed the door and hurried out of the building.
[ooc: I need a break from the game for a few days so my characters are heading off. If you think you got an email, you did. Blair overshares, so it pretty much laid out the phone call. They'll probably come back sometime next week.]