Ainsley Hayes (
yetilladored) wrote in
dear_mun2012-07-03 11:02 pm
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Muse is busy, mun is unsure
[Frown lines appear in a typically unblemished forehead and long straight blond hair slides over conservatively suited shoulders as lips painted a subtle pink purse and curve down in a frown that's both distracted and apologetic]
I'm sorry, Mundane. Really, I am. I just...[She trails off and shakes her head again] I'm flattered, really, by your wanting to play me, although, I must admit I'm a little confused by the concept...
[There's a pause as she contemplates said concept for a moment before she refocuses on the issue at hand]
The fact is, I simply don't have the time for any games. [She gestures at the neatly chaotic piles of paper on her desk] What with the hearings and my usual workload--
[The frown reappears and deepens and she tilts her head to one side, listening]
I won't have to worry about any of that? Mundane, I work in the White House. Right now, that's all anyone is worried about.
....Mundane? Mundane, I must say that I find your laughter disconcerting.
I'm sorry, Mundane. Really, I am. I just...[She trails off and shakes her head again] I'm flattered, really, by your wanting to play me, although, I must admit I'm a little confused by the concept...
[There's a pause as she contemplates said concept for a moment before she refocuses on the issue at hand]
The fact is, I simply don't have the time for any games. [She gestures at the neatly chaotic piles of paper on her desk] What with the hearings and my usual workload--
[The frown reappears and deepens and she tilts her head to one side, listening]
I won't have to worry about any of that? Mundane, I work in the White House. Right now, that's all anyone is worried about.
....Mundane? Mundane, I must say that I find your laughter disconcerting.

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Uh, yeah, the whole needing to work and asking for a little common sense, it. That doesn't really work with the writer-types. At all. ...It's a problem.
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Ainsley is going to get wrinkles from all this frowning]
Well, I'm afraid it's going to have to work. It's not a matter that is up for discussion. You see, there is, right now, as you're probably aware, something of a major scandal involving President Bartlet. And I am, as an Associate White House Counsel, well into my preparations for the hearings. I can't get away. There is no time for games or...or...
[She stops unable to grasp the word she's looking for and settles for the standby frown.]
I can't. She'll simply have to understand.
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Assuming the lack of parallel realities here, anyway.
But back to the point which is... No. She doesn't. I've been here for another kind of while, and. Yeah, you're going to get plopped somewhere most likely. Sorry, but. It's how it goes. Unfortunately.
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And I won't be getting 'plopped' anywhere. Not right now. I'll ask Sam to speak with the President if I have to.
[Her expression goes from determined surety to one of wary confusion]
And what do you mean, parallel realities?
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[ Ahaaaaaaaa. Yeah. "Traveling". ]
...Well, since it's here instead of anywhere else, uh. Yeah, parallel realities are a thing - a very common thing, actually, and you can see some pretty crazy stuff because of it. The mundanes go and kind of do a whole lot of things to mess with that. The crazy stuff, that is.