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Billy: *It's late afternoon, more like early evening, and I'm alone at Elijah's flat--he's got production stuff going on, and Dom has some other gig, and the kitties are taking a nice little 'hunting' stroll out to escape the confines of the place. I've been good--I've hardly traveled anywhere out of body lately, but after the little 'chat' Miranda and I had about coming to Australia, I find I don't want to wait. I want to take a little visit right now. And why shouldn't I? So laying back on the couch, knowing I'll be unwakable until I return, I close my eyes and reach up and out, quickly floating out to fly free over the city, making my way steadily west and south . . . *
Miranda: *Okay, I'm not even sure of what the time is at the moment but I know it's late. There's a movie on T.V that I'm not paying any attention to, mainly because the acting is really bad and, well, the whole movie is really bad so I switch the T.V off and begin to think about going to bed.*
Billy: *Water races beneath me, land formations, clouds--I know my way almost by heart now to this part of the world after all the months in New Zealand, so it isn't hard to find that island, and from there it's just a wee hop cross the pond to the continent, skirting over cities, flying swiftly to land down at one particular house with its lights on against the night--tomorrow night; what a funny thought! I hover for a moment looking into the windows--I don't really know why I came here. I should have called instead. I should have told her I was coming. Perhaps I should leave.*
Miranda: *However, going to bed and thinking about it are two different things. Which is why I am now in the kitchen getting myself a glass of orange juice rather than switching lights off. I aviod looking at the clock on the microwave as I walk past it to go back into the living room. I set the glass down on the coffee table and I realise, not for the first time, that I am actually rather lonely now that I've left my dad's.*
Billy: *I see her--heh, drinking orange juice; my, now that's a wild and crazy night, eh? Still a bit shy, I come closer the flit through the big window of the living room--if I'm gonnae be unannounced, might as well make a good joke out of it and use that as my excuse. Aye, she might just 'kick' me out, but then again, maybe not. Grinning, I float over behind where she's sitting, still invisible to her eyes, and concentrating, blow a little breath down the back of her neck, trying not to giggle.*
Miranda: *I jump in reaction to the breeze on my neck and I'm just thankful that I didn't scream and prove to myself how much of a girl I actually am. I take a sip of my drink before rubbing my neck slightly.*
Billy: *I'm biting my lip and my eyes would be sprouting tears if I were physical right now, trying to suppress the laughter--too perfect! Wonder how she'd react if I . . . I concentrate again and run a finger along the curve of her shoulder up to her neck. Then for good measure I pick up a little throw pillow and throw it at her. A little squeak of a laugh escapes me*
Miranda: *I jump up, knocking the glass over as I do so and I look around my seemingly empty living room.* Billy Boyd, I swear if you're here I'm going to get on the next plane to New York and kick your physical ass.
Billy: *Grinning, I make myself visible* Promise?
Miranda: *I'm not grinning, in fact I look rather annoyed.* Yes I bloody promise. *I glare at him as I walk into the kitchen to get a cloth so I can clean up the mess I made when I knocked the glass over. I walk back into the living room and I'm not quite as annoyed as I was.* So, is there a reason why you're here or did you just want to scare the living daylights out of me? *I grin slightly as I begin to clean up.*
Billy: *ooh, for a moment I thought she was actually angry with me. I do my best to help, grabbing another cloth--the energy it takes to do that is high, but unlike last time I'm well rested; I mop up a bit before dropping the rag in the sink* I'm very sorry. I was bored. Ye know how dangerous that can be. Are you all right? *I make my best sincere sorry face*
Miranda: I'm fine, you just scared me, that's all. *I smile slightly at him.* And yeah, bordem equals danger when it comes to you. I suppose that means I'll have to keep you fully entertained when you come to visit. *I grin almost cheekily at him, all my previous anger and annoyance forgotten as I'm now just glad for the company.*
Billy : Aye, 'fully entertained' sounds good. But it's the companyt that's most important, eh? So how have ye been? I've been freezing my toes off in New York blizzards.
Miranda: I've been okay. I'm thankful that I'm now no longer living out of my dad's spare room or having my siblings around, I mean I love them and everything but they drive me crazy, they also managed to get me sunburnt as well. *I grin, stopping myself from talking as I realise that I'm babbling.* And it's been raining here for the last couple of days, which is nice. So yeah, I've been good.
Billy: *I nod, smiling* Rain, eh? That's very good. I'd read the paper about the terrible drought you were having here, and the fires. Aye, it must be strange to be living away from your sisters; I know you're all pretty close.
Miranda: Sister, one, well actually my brother does act a bit like a girl sometimes so you could call him my sister. *I grin* And we're not as close as we could be, She's a lot younger than me, I wasn't even living with my dad when she was born and with my job and everything. *I smile slightly sadly* I don't see my siblings a whole lot.
Billy: *I shrug* Well I see my sister when I'm home, but that seems to be less and less these days. But I like the place. Care to give me the grand tour?
Miranda: Well, as you may have guessed, this is the living room. *I grin.* Through there is the kitchen and the dinning room, niether room gets used a lot, and then there's upstairs. *I smile before leading the way upstairs. And opening each door as I talk briefly about the room.* This is the storage room, which holds all sorts of junk that I don't want to get rid off, but I really don't need. Then there are the spare rooms, because even though I live by myself I needed to buy a three bedroomed house. *I smile again.* There's the bathroom, and finally, my bedroom.
Billy: *I laugh at your descriptions, then colour a little at the mention of the bedroom, not that it's really possible to see, but it feels warmer suddenly* It's lovely. You have a good eye--like what you've done with the place.
Miranda: I would show you outside as well, but it's dark so you can wait until you see my swimming pool. *I smile brightly at him.* And I'm glad that you approve of, well, my house.
Billy: *I peer out the window, trying to see anyway* Oh--that'll be nice! And surfing too, of course.
Miranda: Of course, although I don't surf so I'll just lounge around on the beach and try not to get sunburnt again.
Billy: *nodding sagely, and grinning wickedly* Aye, I'll have to slather on extra lotion on ye--wouldnt' want to damage that beautiful skin.
Miranda: Yes you will, especially if you want me to go to the Oscars.
Billy: Well, I don't want to keep you up too long--it looks like you were startin' to get ready for bed. But I just wanted to drop by. I'll drop you a note before I do next time, if you like. Though it ::was:: rather fun surprising ye . . .
Miranda: Fun isn't exactly the word I would use for your entrance. But it was definitely nice to see you and you can come around whenever you like, just next time, don't scare me half to death.
Billy: *I give you a little ghostly kiss on the cheek* Aye; I'll do it in much better taste next time; you'll see. Thanks for having me!
Miranda: *I smile at you.* Thanks for coming, you brightened up my night, and I'll see you on the 9th.
Billy: *With a whisper of sound, I fade away, flying back to New York, a smile on my face. I'll definitely have to do this again.*
Miranda:*I carry on smiling as I get ready for bed and I'm sure I'm still grinning like an idiot as I fall asleep.*