immortalthief

Standing tall before the 6 foot tall currently blond immortal is the century building in Los Angeles. This building houses Amanda's publisher. Walking in like she owns the place she goes to the security desk. They call up to the publisher who sends down her executive assistant. Once through security, the assistant, Jennifer, takes Amanda to the 11th floor.

The two enter the publishers office, the assistant goes back to her desk.

Striding into the office Amanda sets down two manuscripts and then takes a seat.

The short, grey haired woman behind the desk raises her eyebrows at Amanda who speaks first, "That one" pointing to the thick stack on the woman's right, "Is the manuscript I promised." then pointing to the one on the left, "That is a children' book that I want published this month."

The grey haired woman, "Amanda, I can't just publish a children's book, especially authored by you. It would be a marketing nightmare."

Shrugging, "The use another pseudonym. But I need it published this month."

The grey haired woman picks up the book and starts thumbing through it. After a couple of minutes Amanda interrupts, "Gail, I haven't steered you wrong yet, and I got you my new manuscript early."

Gail considers Amanda's words and adds, "Write a sequel to the Itlay novel before Christmas and we have a deal."

A bright gleam in her eye's as she grins, "Deal."

After the Queen of Spade burned and McLeod left for Alaska there wan't much left to do Amanda decided to start ride her horse letting her mind wander, as it wandered she began remembering Milliways, it has been so long since she had been there thinking back she realizes that it has been over two and a half centuries since a door has opened.

After almost a week of wandering Amanda passes by a sign

"Welcome to Galveston"

A small quirk of a smile creased her lips as she thought of her friend blonde friend. The horse stopped in front of the tavern, wrapping the reins around a post she enters the bar and takes a seat. When the barkeep asked for her order she says, "Ale." rethinking that, "No, make that a Bourbon."

Amanda leads Marlowe to room 850. The room is simple but elegant. There is a bed in the center of the room where she sits Phillip down. To the right of the bed in the corner is there is an area that looks like it belongs to someone else, it doesn't seem to match the rest of the room though it doesn't look big enough for a roommate more like a pet though there is no animal hair or other indication of an animal. Further to the right is the bathroom whose door is currently shut. To the left is a mirrored closet with one door open revealing a long rack of clothes from various time periods including her own. There is a silver box up above the clothes that seems to be covered in dust. But Amanda doesn't seem to notice the box or much else as she moves to the closet and pulls out a dress and sets it on the bed next to Phillip. Then she starts to take off her blouse to change.

Across the table from her sits a short man who is absolutely red in the face. Amanda sits crosslegged in her seat, "Really I don't know what you think  I've done." 

The man turns and yells at the uniformed woman who leaves the room for a few moments and then returns with a screen and a video tape which he plays for Amanda who starts laughing. The  man looks even more irritated, "You think this is funny?"

"Yes." she retorts, "I would never be caught dead wearing something so tacky."

"This is clearly you." he points to her on the screen.

"I am pretty sure I would remember something like that." though she does think it looks like fun. He yells and the uniformed woman who had been adverting her eyes from the scene on the video comes forward and binds Amanda's hand. Taking her elbow she has Amanda stand and escorts her to a holding cell. The man takes a few deep breaths calming himself. "We shall see if you are still amused after sitting in your new home." And off he and the woman go.

Amanda looks around, "Hmm interesting."

Amanda has been learning about many different things that she would like to learn. She doesn't have much time to learn them as she is getting old and she has no way of knowing how soon she may die, particularly with all the strange things in this place. So she is sitting on her bed with a pad of paper and a pen writing a list. It is slow going as she isn't very good at writing but that is part of the point.

<i>Reading/Writing
Making soap
learning Tai Chi
Chopsticks
Japanese 
Find Snowball
...</i>

She sits biting the end of the pen thinking of anything else.