FICLET: 3/? "Making Plans" (Orli / Johnny / Viggo) PG

[lobelia321]

FICLET: "Making Plans"
SERIES: Nr. 3 of the Boring!Orli storyverse. Nr 2 is here.

Author: Lobelia; lobelia40@yahoo.com
Pairing: Orlando Bloom / Johnny Depp / Viggo Mortensen
Category: Still within the realms of genfic.
Summary: Orli interacts with humans.
A/N: The plot thickens. Oh, I'm on a roll here.
This installment is for orlisbunny who asked for it.



An undefined time later, the phone rang. Orli picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Orli-mate! What's up?"

"Oh, hello, Johnny. Nice to hear from you."

"I'm in town for a few days. Got time for lunch? How about today?"

Orli flipped open his electronic organiser.

"Today's no good, I'm afraid. I have a doctor's appointment."

"A doctor's appointment? Hey,nothing serious, I hope?"

"No, no."

"Hey, only kidding."

"At least I don't think so."

"Oh? Listen, you wanna talk about it? Over a beer later on this evening?"

Orli scrolled down to the bottom of the screen.

"I can't. I'm picking out curtains with my mum."

"Aw. How sweet. Anyway, tomorrow?"

Orli pressed another key.

"Tomorrow's no good, I'm afraid. I'm having lunch with my agent, and then I've got a meeting with my tax adviser."

"Drinks, then?"

Orli scrolled and pressed keys.

"I shouldn't be drinking tomorrow evening, actually, because I've got an early-morning audition the next day. Sorry about that."

"Shit, Orli. Busy man. How about Friday, then? Lunch on Friday?"

"Oh, dear, I'm afraid on Friday I've got someone coming to the flat to test the cooker for gas leakage. And in the afternoon I'm expecting a delivery. I can't leave the house."

"Well, why don't I come round to your place? I'll bring take-outs!"

Orli scrolled to Friday and wrote 'J.D., lunch' with the digital pen.

"What time?" he asked. But Johnny had already hung up.

Orli put the phone down and picked it up again. He held it to his ear. A quick succession of blips could be heard. This was the signal that a message had been received while Orli had been talking on the phone.

Orli pressed the pin code for retrieving his voicemail.

'Hi, Orlando, it's Viggo here. I'm going to be in London but only for a few hours. I'm on my way to Iceland. I'm coming into Heathrow at 2 p.m. this Friday. Can you make it? I'd really love to see you!'

Orli hung up the phone. He looked at his organiser for Friday. It said, '1 p.m., gas man. Between 1:30 and 4, delivery. J.D.,lunch'.

He picked up the phone, redialled the voicemail code and listened to Viggo's message again.

He looked at his organiser.

He looked at his jeans.

He unbuttoned his jeans. He unzipped his fly. He pulled out his penis through the slot at the front of his boxer shorts.

He looked at his penis.

The wart was still there.

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The End.

TBC!

20 June 2003 (an undefined time later)

Lobelia; lobelia40@yahoo.com

Comments

[bunnysquee.livejournal.com]

am dead. not kinda sorta dead, but dead dead.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

You are just too hilariously funny!

Thank you!

[viva-gloria.livejournal.com]

poor, neurotic little baby! [*pets Orli*]

Needless to say Viggo is wasted on him. I will gallantly take over his Heathrow date.

January or June, hmmm?

You are the devil, for sure; you are surely in the detail, stifling and evocative as it all is.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you! You're too kind for reading.

[crazybutsound]

Oh, my god! Conflict! Angst! I can't take this! What will happen, what will happen? ARGH! *bites nails anxiously* Can't wait for the next episode, I need to know what will happen to the wart, and whether Johnny will offer to drive Orli to the airport while he eats all the takeout Johnny brought... oooooo, suspense! ;-)

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Don't turn into Lij, what with the nailbiting.

[cinzia.livejournal.com]

The wait is gonna kill me! The anticipation! The wart-induced angst!

More NOW, please. ;)

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Heh, there's more. Your word is my command!