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dizzy_land2008-06-20 04:12 pm
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There's a trick with a knife I'm learning to do.
It was yet another sunny morning. On the lake's grassy bank near Frontierland, Una Persson lay stretched out on her stomach on a beach towel, wearing a blue maillot and reading a pristine first edition of Du côté de chez Swann that she'd borrowed from the Doctor. A blue silk caftan lay neatly folded nearby. As she read, she ate an apple, cutting slices off with her clasp knife, and reflected that unnerving though the park's absence of insect life was, it was pleasant to not have to worry about ants for once.
She'd always wanted to read À la recherche du temps perdu, but she'd never had the time. Now, having nothing but Time of a sort and the TARDIS library at her disposal, she reckoned she should take the opportunity. But between the oddly soothing quality of Proust's prose and the soporific warmth of the day, Una soon found her eyelids growing heavy. She took off her sunglasses and put her head down, thinking to rest for just a moment. Soon she was dozing like a cat in the sun, the breeze occasionally ruffling her hair and the pages of the open book, a half-eaten apple and the open clasp knife near her elbow.
((Some small number of days after Una's latest confab with Starbuck. Closed to Una and the Master; of course, as long as they're outside, passersby who might conceivably be in the area could easily catch sight of them, but it's probably best not to interfere. ^_^))
((ETA: *facepalm* Do I really have to say anything, warning-wise? We should know better than to leave them around sharp objects...))
She'd always wanted to read À la recherche du temps perdu, but she'd never had the time. Now, having nothing but Time of a sort and the TARDIS library at her disposal, she reckoned she should take the opportunity. But between the oddly soothing quality of Proust's prose and the soporific warmth of the day, Una soon found her eyelids growing heavy. She took off her sunglasses and put her head down, thinking to rest for just a moment. Soon she was dozing like a cat in the sun, the breeze occasionally ruffling her hair and the pages of the open book, a half-eaten apple and the open clasp knife near her elbow.
((Some small number of days after Una's latest confab with Starbuck. Closed to Una and the Master; of course, as long as they're outside, passersby who might conceivably be in the area could easily catch sight of them, but it's probably best not to interfere. ^_^))
((ETA: *facepalm* Do I really have to say anything, warning-wise? We should know better than to leave them around sharp objects...))
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He would probably have to, in light of the rest. "Yes, I suppose you can. Of course, he can't be a very good demon if he's going around helping his human friends and doing little more than annoy people by hoarding alcohol."
I dunno, I was expecting him to be more… well, more like you, honestly. The more he thought about it, the more the Doctor made sense.
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As to Crowley: "He's certainly one of the most mild-mannered demons I've ever met. Although ..." She chuckled. "I wonder if his plan to go driving around the park with bikini-clad women in the back of his car is a shot at tempting or arousing envy in others." She shook her head, amused. "And to think I almost volunteered."
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He raised his eyebrows in feigned disbelief. "Oh, and you're meaning to say you'd prefer not to tempt and arouse people? Why am I finding that hard to believe?"
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Her brain reeled back and latched onto the comment about the T-Rex. "Why on earth would you think the dinosaur might have said something?" The question by itself was so absurd that she started to laugh.
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His lips pressed together for a moment, and suddenly he was flipping the knife again. "Ah, I forgot to mention the latest in a long series of revelations. Probably suffered a bit of memory damage from being pummeled." Which was far from the truth, but who could count at this point? "We had a talk a while back. With the Rani. Seem he knows a bit more about us than he should. A particular sort of knowing that suggested we were well-known villains to him."
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Her mouth twitched at the memory damage comment, although she didn't dare laugh. She was silent for a moment, then said, "Judging from the look on your face, your choice of words, and some of the other things we've been talking about, I'm going to hazard a guess and say the dinosaur's knowledge of you has nothing to do with him coming from your native universe and knowing you by reputation."
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Another slice off the apple, this time drawing the knife back hard enough that it looks as though he might break skin. "I'm inclined to guess that if there had been any talking dinosaurs in my universe, one of us would have noticed. So no."
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As to the dinosaur, what it might have known, and the implications thereof ... She considered this for a moment and said, "You know, I told Catherine once that we're all characters in a bad novel and ought to at least work to have some share in the writing thereof. I was speaking metaphorically. Well. I thought I was, anyway."
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