Ship: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus (“Harriet Nunn”), The Locked Tomb, also featuring Ortus as “Orrin” Words: 209 Notes: Part of a series of River bubble AUs.
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Harriet Nunn (“as in ‘nunn’ya business’ ”) sits alone in the room, eyes stinging from the haze of tobacco smoke. She’s checked and rechecked the chairs, the name cards, the Tommy guns and 9mms hidden inside cabinets just out of sight. The meeting of the Nine Families isn’t supposed to turn violent, but you can never be too prepared, and they’ve been asking too many questions about why the Don and Donna haven’t made any public appearances in years.
There’s a knock at the door, and Orrin comes in, obsequious as ever. God, Harriet needs a better right hand. He’d practically pissed himself at the thought of drawing a weapon when they’d laid out their plans earlier that day.
“Sorry to interrupt, boss, but…” he trails off.
“Spit it out.”
“…but there’s a girl. Wants to see you, she says. Didn’t give her name, but she’s a big thing, red hair. Had to pull two guns and a shiv off her already.”
“Did she have an appointment?”
“None, ma’am. Just said she was here for you. Claims it’s urgent.”
Harriet considers for a moment. “I’ll see her.”
“Alright, boss, I’ll let her in if you say so. But,” Orrin pauses before continuing, “are you sure this’s how it happens?”
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Date: 2024-07-15 07:48 pm (UTC)Words: 209
Notes: Part of a series of River bubble AUs.
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Harriet Nunn (“as in ‘nunn’ya business’ ”) sits alone in the room, eyes stinging from the haze of tobacco smoke. She’s checked and rechecked the chairs, the name cards, the Tommy guns and 9mms hidden inside cabinets just out of sight. The meeting of the Nine Families isn’t supposed to turn violent, but you can never be too prepared, and they’ve been asking too many questions about why the Don and Donna haven’t made any public appearances in years.
There’s a knock at the door, and Orrin comes in, obsequious as ever. God, Harriet needs a better right hand. He’d practically pissed himself at the thought of drawing a weapon when they’d laid out their plans earlier that day.
“Sorry to interrupt, boss, but…” he trails off.
“Spit it out.”
“…but there’s a girl. Wants to see you, she says. Didn’t give her name, but she’s a big thing, red hair. Had to pull two guns and a shiv off her already.”
“Did she have an appointment?”
“None, ma’am. Just said she was here for you. Claims it’s urgent.”
Harriet considers for a moment. “I’ll see her.”
“Alright, boss, I’ll let her in if you say so. But,” Orrin pauses before continuing, “are you sure this’s how it happens?”