006 ✳ day 98 ✳ video/action

[blackmagus]

[Fortescue is sitting in the gazebo as she fiddles with the wrist comm. Jazz is visible in the background, on one of the rails; he has a beetle pinned under one black paw, apparently for his own amusement.

She's staving off a headache by taking a break in her fishing. Using magic has its problems.]

Our worlds seem to share plenty of differences, but the similarities, I think, are just as interesting. Shared ideas amongst the multiverse. So, if you'd care to indulge me, what are some of your favorite things in popular culture?

[private to Donna Noble]

[She schools her expression into a more serious one.]

Given the recent disappearances, I think it would be a good idea to spring our 'list' plan into action. What do you think?

[private to Erik Lehnsherr]

I understand you've been teaching B— Dilandau how to cook? I hope it hasn't been too maddening.

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[blackmagus]

[Fortescue eyes him dubiously. For both the appearance, and the comment.]

That depends what your songs are about.

[Look, she knows what passes for cleverness with military men.]

[burnburnburn]

[It seems soldiers are the same on all worlds. He snickers at the look on her face]

They're just some little celebration songs.

[blackmagus]

Uh huh. [She continues to eye him.] Traditional celebration songs?

[burnburnburn]

Some traditional, some invented fairly recently. On a floating fortress there's only so many ways to keep entertained.

[blackmagus]

I know the feeling. [In the sky, free, and yet entirely closed in.] Tell you what, you can sing them, but 24 or I will slam on the wall if it's a bit too militaristic for us.

[burnburnburn]

Even better, why don't you slam out a rhythm and join in? I'll even teach you the choruses.

[blackmagus]

[Singing is something she occasionally feels loose enough to contribute to when drunk. But she's not good at it, and shakes her head.]

No, I'm fairly certain no one needs to hear that.

[burnburnburn]

Then I'll sing loud enough for two.

[blackmagus]

[Fortescue's starting to get the impression she has little choice in this matter.]

Oh, fine. I suppose there are worse things.

[burnburnburn]

[He titters triumphantly]

Don't tempt me to make you dance too.

[blackmagus]

There will not be any dancing. Trust me on that.

[Though she can.]

[burnburnburn]

Don't say that until we work out what sort of dances we can make our beeman do.

[blackmagus]

[Snort.]

Do you think he wears the wings when he dances?

[burnburnburn]

When he's dancing? I bet he even wears them when he's shitting.

[blackmagus]

I really didn't need that mental image, Buttercup.

[burnburnburn]

Too late, Hag, now you'll be thinking about it every time you hear a flush.

[blackmagus]

[Sigh.]

Oh, I'll just drown it in a good night's sleep.

[burnburnburn]

That must be one of the perks of aging, being able to forget things so much more easily.

[blackmagus]

[Dilandau, you're almost as bad the twelve-year-olds on the telenet who think 20 is ancient. She nods in joking agreement.]

Why yes, it is. I imagine I'll forget this conversation immediately.

[In reality, she finds it's exactly the opposite.]