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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[Location: the Flooporium]

[exdemon]

Anya watches as the numbers go up, then nods and smiles up at Drusilla. "Okay, you gave me money. Take your purchases and go away, now."

[Location: the Flooporium]

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"Watch that tongue of yours," Drusilla warned with a wag of her finger, gathering up her purchases without taking her eyes off Anya. "You'll chase all your customers away. You might even make them cross."

[Location: the Flooporium]

[exdemon]

Anya frowned. "Wait, I don't want to chase away customers. I want their money. I just don't want to talk to them after the fact."

[Location: the Flooporium]

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"Someone might bite it off," she added in singsong excitement, spinning in a circle with the flooglies in her arms. "We're going to have a tea party."

[Location: the Flooporium]

[exdemon]

"Bit what off?" Anya says, worriedly. "Tea party? Does that have to do with the biting?"

[Location: the Flooporium]

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At that - the silvery sweet music of her confusion - Drusilla merely laughed. The mirth spilled out like water from a fountain, bubbling up in her throat and pouring out of her throat and, like a fountain, she tilted her head back for a moment to set it free.

Then, without explaining her amusement, the vampire turned and weaved her way out of the shop.

"It's a surprise."

It was more fun that way.