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| Scene Title | The Perks of Dorchester |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Adisa and Savannah meet in the mail room. |
| Date | January 21, 2011 |
Dorchester Towers is a huge white building surrounded by a carefully landscaped stretch of gardens. The spacious lobby almost has more window than wall, white and green marble floor tiles gleaming in the light; it is occupied by doormen and a concierge to assist renters and guests. Nine high-speed elevators provide convenient access to upper stories; every floor has its own laundry room. Closed-circuit TV monitors the lobby and grounds, and every apartment has a security system, double-bolt door locks, and even window locks. The complex has its own garage, a bicycle room, and a sun deck.
It's morning, and Adisa is ready to put the event from the previous day behind her. An event which involved, but is not limited to, a lamppost being ripped out of the ground. It was scary, but she's just glad she was able to get away before anything more happened. That being said, she's ready for the new day. With her purse slung over her shoulder, and her warm clothes piled on (fashionably, of course), she's about ready to face a new day. Not before checking the mail in the mailroom, of course. Have to do that, or she'll never know when the magazines she subscribed to arrive. And those are, of course, of the utmost importance!
Savannah's fan mail isn't supposed to come to the mailbox here. Really, it's supposed to go to the P.O. Box that's set aside thanks to Kam for letters from fans. But occasionally, the really exceptional and persistent fans find a way to find her actual mail address. Which usually ends with half-a-dozen letters in her mail. So when Savannah unlocks her mailbox, she takes a moment to tug all of the letters piled up in there. She offers a smile over at Adisa as she notices the younger woman.
There's a slight sigh emitted from Adisa. "Only Teen Vogue and Vogue? I was sooo like, totally hoping for Elle and Seventeen, too!" Oh well, you get some, and you don't get others. That's the way of the magazine subscription would. She glances to Savannah, giving her a slight smile in return, going back to her magazines, closing the mailbox. However, she is forced to do a double take as she looks back at Savannah. "Holy Beetle Juice in a stripped suit! You're like, so totally Savannah Burton, aren't you?" What? Adisa reads books, too!
There's likely a chance that Savannah just possibly could have written Adisa off as someone who wouldn't have read her books. So when Adisa is shocked and surprised by her presence, the blonde author is also startled, but her lips curve into a grin. "I am. And I suppose you're one of my neighbors?" Yes. The Dorchester Towers are home to many an odd resident.
"Oh…em…gee. I can't believe this. You move in with your brother, you meet a celebrity!" Adisa smiles widely. "Oh…yeah. I'm like…totally one of your neighbours now. Adisa Dunham." She reaches out her free hand, as an offer to shake Savannah's. "It's like, totally such an honour to meet you, Miss Burton. I've like, read the entire Amplified series. Revelation, Reaper, and Remnant. Totally and utterly amazing." No doubt some of the finer points of the books alluded her, but she still enjoyed them none the less, seemingly.
Even if Adisa missed the finer points and purposes of her books, Savannah wrote them for people to enjoy. And seeing someone enjoying them never gets old to her. She reaches forward and takes Adisa's hand, shaking it gently. "Your brother, huh? I guess I'll be seeing a lot more of the two of you around, then? I like to know my neighbors. The Dorchester's a great place. I like it here, at least."
Nodding lightly, smiling, Adisa says, "Yeah. My brother's Tahir Dunham. Don't know if you know who he is. He's like…some sorta…talk show host, or something. I dunno." She's such a wonderful sister, isn't she? "But yeah, I totally like, so love it here. It's an awesome place. Beautiful apartment building. I like…can't believe how fancy it is. I've never like, ever lived in a place with like, doormen and concieges and fancy schmancy security systems and stuff before. It's SOOOOOO awesome! Between this place and like, totally living in New York City, I'm like, in seventh heaven!"
"Talk show? Well, maybe I'll just have to head on by. I'm always looking for good publicity. Tahir Dunham… I'll remember that name," Savannah says, though she grins at Adisa's fascination with New York and the classiness of upper class living. "I actually haven't lived in New York for too long. I moved from California. Pretty different, let me tell you. The security is pretty nice, it means I don't have to worry about who I run into in here, because they aren't some creepy tabloid writers trying to dig through my trash or something."
"Yep. Tahir Dunham. I bet he'd love to have you on his show. And hey, his name is easy to remember, 'cause it's kinda weird. I mean, 'Tahir'. Strange, right?" Okay, that's not to say that Adisa's name isn't a bit unusual, especially for a white girl, but that's completely off the point. "I totally know what you mean. Like, I'm from Chicago, right? And it's like, so totally different. My mom would like, probably totally hate it. But I love it. So much culture. Totally more than in Chicago. And the fashion? Oh my god. Don't even get me started on the amazing fashion here!"
"Yeah, Tahir sounds… I don't know, Arabic. It's unique. It's got a good ring to it, though. A name like that sort of begs a talk show." Savannah gives a small nod, then another grin. "Fashion, huh? I guess I can see that kind of thing for you. New York is definitely rich in that. It's nice to be able to go shopping, though I don't think I'm too much into fashion unless it's for an event. Although I suppose my wardrobe has improved a lot since I've come to New York. A lot of places to see and be seen, I think."
Giving a bit of a shrug, Adisa looks slightly clueless at the guess at the origins of Tahir's name. "I dunno where his name comes from. Nor my name or our sister's name. All I know is that it's the names we were given 'cause they weren't 'boring' names." Adisa shrugs. "I dunno. I like your name though! Savannah is a pretty name! Like Amethyst or Francois!" She chirps happily. "Oh my god, I've been waiting for like…years to live in a city with such like, totally awesome fashion, like New York. It is amazing." She tilts her head. "I can't believe you've never been into fashion! I mean, you so always look totally gorgeous!"
Savannah laughs. "Your parents were smart, making sure you didn't have 'boring' names. Could have been worse, though. They could have gotten really uncommon and you could have been named Cleopatra or something. And really, I don't think that suits you." The blonde glances through her mail, flipping through envelopes to see if there's anything exciting. "Well, thank you! I do try, it's just that I don't really have some sort of… stylist, I guess, to pick me out things. I just try clothes on and if they look decent I get them. I wish I had a better sense of fashion, though."
With a roll of her eyes, Adisa says, "Yeah…I guess they were alright, coming up with these names." She does look a little pleased, however, at the little compliment by Savannah. That's gone in the blink of an eye, however. "You…you don't have a stylist? Umm…hey, if you uh, ever need help or anything, when it comes to buying clothes, you can always come to me. And if you like, totally wanted to hire a stylist, I'm totally your girl. I know tonnes about fashion. I'm not even joking. Seriously. Tonnes." She says with a bright smile on her face. "Just remember, Adisa Dunham, sister of Tahir Dunham. We live in apartment Five-Oh-One. That's on the fifth floor!" Taking her phone out of a pocket, she glances at the time. "Oh gosh, I totally hate to do this to you, Miss Burton, but I've like, totally gotta dash. But I totally home to run into you again soon!" And with a little wave, she's gone with the wind.
"I'll have to take you up on that sometime, Adisa. It was a pleasure meeting you. I'll drop by sometime!" Savannah calls after her, glancing back down at the mail before she heads for the door, off to her own apartment and maybe, perhaps, to glance through her closet.