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015: ... As a Bird on a Big TV [Accidental Visual / Location: Wolfram and Hart]
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.
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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"That's why Daddy choose me," she said, sagely. "Are you pleased?"
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Illyria shook her head to dispel such unpleasant thoughts, and focused on the vampire again. "Pleased? Why should I be? You have yet to prove yourself to me. Dust at my feet until you're of some use."
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"Because I'll help. I know I will. When I've seen how."
She liked being useful and, in many ways, she liked having someone to tell her what to do.
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"We shall see," she said, moving towards the door now. "I've little respect for seers. Much less for vampires."
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"Don't you want to watch with me?" she asked, generously, gesturing at the television. (Someone so old was allowed to be rude. She'd left her manners far behind her.)
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And before the vampire could speak, Illyria's already out of the room.