013 ✳ day 149 ✳ audio

[blackmagus]

[She isn't showing her face over the network, but still, Fortescue's voice sounds almost as bad as her numerous injuries. It wobbles every so often, from the abuse it's taken, and she can't even drum up the emotion to be angry about her lack of control over it. It is what is is.]

Hello, Science Center. Miss me? [Fortescue holds the phone away from her face, for a moment, to cough. She might sound dry, but she really is grateful to be back. Very grateful.] Had this place let me remember, I would have been able to return the favor.

...I don't want to inconvenience anyone, but I'm not... especially mobile, and the canteen is quite a distance from my room. If anyone feels like being generous, I wouldn't mind a snack. [Or maybe more than a snack, but she doesn't feel worthy enough, anymore, to ask for more than that. What is she, aside from a person who failed in her most basic duties as a sister?

She almost asks for alcohol, too, just for the hell of it, but she doesn't. She cuts the feed after a quick,]

Thank you.

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[noblexcompanion]

Nah, it's fine down here. Got plenty of padding on my arse. So then! girly things. Any goss? War time smooches with gorgeous soldiers?

[ Well, Fortescue is the one that mentioned girly things. ]

[blackmagus]

[Sell. Fortescue's got plenty of fodder for that. She smirks.]

Oh... a few.

[More than a few, says the smirk. Plenty of gorgeous people around, plenty of stress to relieve. It hasn't exactly been a pleasure cruise, the last three years, but she's had more than her fair share of fun. Up until recently, at least. The last month, before being captured, drinking was far more desirable than escaping into anyone's bed.

Still, she tends to downplay all of that. But Donna probably has a better idea than most people, simply because she's known her a while.]

There was a nice and dreamy Elven captain. Spirithowl — built like a tank, impeccable manners. We were both sent to the same base, had the same night off. His English was a little rusty, but we didn't spend too much time talking.

[noblexcompanion]

[ Donna is pretty good at reading people. And she's slowly getting better at not suffering foot-in-mouth-itis - it's a work in progress though.

Plus she's the master at downplaying things, herself.

Focus on the good! ]

Elven, you say? What are we talking here? Legolas with extra muscles Elven?

[blackmagus]

Legolas?

[Not a term she's familiar with. But she considers.]

Oh, Spirithowl are usually pretty muscled. They've got skin like hot cocoa, long hair. Though they usually braid it up in combat to be safe. Nice dark eyes. If I were picky I might prefer Elben Mahr, but they're our enemies and all. Or were. I suppose that will end, now, with the war.

[noblexcompanion]

They sound kind of dreamy. Look at you, flirting with Elves. Closest thing to anything like that back home is the foreign builders across twon who are probably cowboy builders and can barely speak a flippin' word of English.

Course, there's plenty of eye candy here.

[blackmagus]

There is, indeed. Can't waste a moment. [Fortescue grins slightly.] "Cowboy builders"?

[noblexcompanion]

Unfortunately they're not actual cowboys. Shame. Nah, they're y'know, shoddy workmen. Cut corners and stuff.

[blackmagus]

[She laughs. It hurts, a little, but it also feels good to actually laugh.]

That is a shame. I was imagining blokes in those big hats, wielding saws or hammers. [Though there's probably been a music video about that.] Who's to say we won't get any elves around here, though?

[noblexcompanion]

Mm. Cowboys. Elves. Angels. This place has so much potential.

[ Especially the angels... ]

[blackmagus]

[Fortescue winks.]

It's really a pity most are so irritated by it, isn't it?

[noblexcompanion]

It is the only downside.

Did I mention the hot angels though?

[blackmagus]

[This gets a laugh, even if it's slightly painful.]

You did, love. Wish we had them where I'm from. Back home it's all a bunch of religious nonsense. [Not nearly as fun.

Then, she smirks, remembering what Donna had said during their tunnel walk. That seems an age ago, but it comes back easily enough.]

Wouldn't happen to be thinking of a certain angel, would we?

[noblexcompanion]

I think everyone needs a host of hot angels back home. Church would definitely be a lot more interesting that way.

[ Is that a blush? Yes it is. Darn pale skin. She gives a huff of mock annoyance to try and hide it. ]

Pft. As if. I like to keep my options open...

Okay... maybe it is a certain angel...

[blackmagus]

Oh, don't worry. One could hardly blame you. [It's not exactly a secret, but it's not like she's going to spread it around. If Donna does, in fact, want to keep her options open.] You're right, though. I think churches would be a great deal more full. Instead there are... men in uniform robes. Though I suppose it must be someone's fancy...

[noblexcompanion]

I suppose there wouldn't be tarts and vicar nights if tarts and vicars didn't do it for people. Don't see the appeal myself.

[blackmagus]

[Now Donna's back to speaking in another language. Fortescue raises an eyebrow playfully.]

Oh, please tell me you don't mean pies.

[noblexcompanion]

What? No. Nooooo. Not those sort of tarts. The slapper type tarts.

[blackmagus]

[She laughs.]

So what do you find appealing? Barring certain people who've already been mentioned.

[noblexcompanion]

Oh, hunky guys - preferably rich. Maybe with their own beach house somewhere. And muscles. And pretty eyes. Especially pretty eyes. And hair - great hair.

[blackmagus]

Beach houses... Nice and remote? [Fortescue nods. Wealth certainly doesn't detract from the experience.] Mm, can't argue with pretty eyes. Definitely a good quality. But what kind of great hair are we talking about? Hair products, beards?

[noblexcompanion]

The kind of hair that you just have to run your fingers through. I should've known me and Lance would never've worked. He had no hair.

[ And he tried to feed her to a giant spider. Kind of ruins the romance. ]

I'll tell you who does have fantastic hair - Cas. I mean, he has really nice hair.

[blackmagus]

[Major buzzkill, that. She considers for a moment, nodding.]

He does, it's true. You think he does anything to it? [Jokingly. Because the thought of Castiel doing his hair on purpose, scooping hair gel in, is amusing. Probably his vessel just has good genetics.] Poor Cas is the one who found me yesterday, half out of my mind...

[noblexcompanion]

Did he swoop in and rescue you all heroically and fix you up? He's good at rescuing people.

[ Donna! Stop swooning over angels! Jeez. ]

[blackmagus]

...I suppose he did.

[It's new to Fortescue. Usually people don't rescue her. Even working with her little team, she was the one who went in first and got out last. If someone ran into a jam, it was her job to get them out of it. Unless otherwise occupied.

She shakes her head slightly.]

Literally swooping, since I hallucinated that he was a giant black stork. Fixed my leg up, though. No stork could have done that.

[noblexcompanion]

A stork? Blimey. You must've been pretty out of it. As long as stork Castiel didn't bring you a baby...

He didn't bring you a baby, right?