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.

Comments

[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.]