015: ... As a Bird on a Big TV [Accidental Visual / Location: Wolfram and Hart]

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As Spike had shown her a few days ago, Angel's office - as quiet and neglected as it was in Taxon - had a telly. The forest didn't. Oh, the forest was beautiful, yes, but it didn't have a telly.

Miss Edith had been missing the telly.

Drusilla sat on the floor of the office with her legs crossed and her doll in her lap, watching the screen with unblinking eyes. At first, it hadn't seemed as if there was much on. There never was, in Taxon. But then she'd found something wonderful. Not just because of the pretty colours, although they were terribly pretty, but because the strange, discordant voices that floated from the screen spoke to her. Really spoke to her.

They were quite mad, those little monsters. If only they'd been able to hear her replies!

As a new episode began, Drusilla - who had already watched half a dozen, drinking the odd images in like warm milk - hummed along to the theme tune. (So did Miss Edith, even if the tablet - watching Drusilla watching Floop - couldn't pick up her tiny - tiny, but sweet as sugar - little voice.)

OOC: Again, backdated to a few days before the end of Glitch's glitch. This is all Keri's fault and I've finished spamming the community now, I swear.

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[Visual]

[aintnoconvict]

Fantastic! While Dru was (really, really) outside the target age audience, but Floop was delighted to have a fan.

"Is it?" And he had to ask, he needed to know. "You don't think it's...missing anything, do you?"

[Visual]

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"It's like peering into a dream," said Drusilla. And, although it wasn't as dark or as twisted as her dreams, it came closer than anything else she'd ever seen. "Did it really come from your head?"

She'd dearly like to peel off his face and get a closer look, claiming some of that delicious creativity for herself.

[Visual]

[aintnoconvict]

"Is it?" Oh this was entirely too perfect and delightful, he was beyond thrilled that someone understood. "Wonderful! Yes, I created it all from my dreams so I could share them with the chil- with everyone."

[Visual]

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The world that bubbled and boiled in Floop's head was nowhere near as strange as the world that swirled inside Drusilla's mind. She wondered, absently, if she could get her thoughts on to the television. She could always push her thoughts into his head, tangling things together until it was impossible to tell where he started and she ended.

"A dream like that shouldn't be hidden away."