I am so obsessed with these two musicals. I'm sorry. This is so not a one-shot. Maybe I should make this its own book. Because how am I supposed to just stop writing these out? Because this is fantastic and fun. Ugh. Also, the pronouns in this were so difficult. I totally get Mark's confusion about Angel now. -C
You've reached Maria Reynolds and Angelica Schuyler! Feel free to leave a message. Don't forget Over the Moon! My performance protesting the eviction of both the homeless and the artist from our beloved 11th Street. It's tonight at midnight if you care to show up...Which you would if you were a good person! It's the lot between A and B, by the way. Party at the Place to Be, if you catch my drift! See you there!
"Well, Angelica," breathes Philip Schuyler. He's slightly frustrated. He shouldn't be hearing some other woman's voice at the end of his daughter's phone call. He already has to deal with Alexander stealing away Eliza, and Peggy is off doing God knows what. She hasn't spoken to him in ages.
Catherine Schuyler nudges him, reminding him to go on. "We're off, don't you know. Why weren't you at the office? Why are you 'stage managing' for that one woman?"
"Remind Ang that those unwed mothers in Harlem have been waiting for her legal help. Don't just abandon everything for her new partner," singsongs Catherine, interjecting as quickly as possible.
Philip snorts. "Call Rachel for our itinerary or Alfred at Pound Ridge or even Philip Jr. at our house if you're in a real pinch."
There's a heavy pause.
"We'll be at the spa for New Year's. Your mom needs to de-stress. The senator, aka me my darling Ang, won't be changing his schedule for anything...Especially not this little protest your friend is staging."
"The hearings?" Catherine prompts.
Sighing, Philip launches into another speech. He definitely would have preferred if he was actually speaking to his daughter...Not this recording. "Oh, yes, Kitty. Mummy's confirmation hearings begin on the tenth. Spread the word to your sisters. All of you should come up...Alone. By the sixth, please."
"Philip!" scoffs Catherine.
He smirks at his wife. "It's three weeks away from today, and your mom is already nervous. I'm not. For your mum's sake, Ang, no women this time...And wear a dress. I don't care that you find it slightly demeaning, you need to be wearing a dress. And tell Peggy that she needs to wear a less...Revealing one. Oh, and Ang? Have a merry-"
"And a bright-"
The recording clicks off before they can finish. They don't have all the time in the world.
John can't believe Maria sometimes. She calls him when he's about to reach the lot and tells him to wait another fifteen. Sure, both Aaron and John expected this, but it just seems a little cruel. Oh well.
When John hears someone banging on the window, he immediately starts sketching out his large friend clambering in from the window. He loves drawing Hercules. He has such clean lines, and he always has a certain aura about him. Even when he's pushing open the window with the keys that would open it up.
After he has the rough sketch, he starts writing the caption. 'Hercules Mulligan! Tailoring master, owns his online business, and anarchist! Ran through New York's only park naked for a bet...That I gave him of course.'
Hercules throws open the window. "Look who's back?"
John laughs gleefully, rushing over.
Then, a bag of goods fall into the apartment, followed by Hercules. John rushes over, snatching it up. He starts rummaging through, his eyes going wider and wider by the minute. "Bustelo coffee..."
