[ Well after that sweater post how can I not?… >8D ]
“Aha! Hoosband! There you are! Look wot I found in tha’ little Christmastree Shoppe ‘round the corner from the electronics dealer on Banue Prime! Isn’t it joost perfect?”
She gestures, with what is most definitely a smug and nefarious grin, to the Christmas tree she’d insisted they display in the control room, just off the right side of the console unit nestled betwixt a corridor leading into the body of the ship and a bookshelf with her Top 127 Books [because she’d refused to only choose 120, but 130 wouldn’t fit].
There, hanging from a high bough near the apex of the tree is a brand new Christmas ornament just for him.
The Master has crashed after about 72 hours of contemplating an impossible interlocking computer matrix: that is, connecting Twirly to the TARDIS’s navigational channels. Presently he stumbles out of the bedroom, hair a silvery-blond nest of disarray, eyes bleary. He rubs his face and stifles a yawn.
“What. You what. We were at Banue Prime? How coom you didn’t wake me oop, I love Banue Prime …”
That’s when he recognizes the deviousness of Theta Sigma’s smile.
Oh Lord.
He’s wide awake now. Gaping brown eyes scour the whole environment for the punchline. His features freeze into a mask of exasperated amusement as he approaches the tree, with a sense that his odious fate lies there.
Razor-sharp wits lockdown quickly on the koala ornament.
“Why do you HATE me?” he wails, sparing not a drop of melodrama for a later occasion.
[ Well after that sweater post how can I not?… >8D ]
“Aha! Hoosband! There you are! Look wot I found in tha’ little Christmastree Shoppe ‘round the corner from the electronics dealer on Banue Prime! Isn’t it joost perfect?”
She gestures, with what is most definitely a smug and nefarious grin, to the Christmas tree she’d insisted they display in the control room, just off the right side of the console unit nestled betwixt a corridor leading into the body of the ship and a bookshelf with her Top 127 Books [because she’d refused to only choose 120, but 130 wouldn’t fit].
There, hanging from a high bough near the apex of the tree is a brand new Christmas ornament just for him.
In case people are wondering where I’ve been, mom’s extreme leg pain has not eased up for a week. We have been to two doctors and the er without resolution. It is 5 am currently and she is screaming out and crying in pain in the other room. Her blood work came back “normal” so nobody believes she’s in this much pain or will help. This is not normal for her. She powers through pain all the time.
I have never seen her seem so old defeated and frail.
So I’m taking her back to the er later this morning and insisting they perform more tests.
But yeah point is watching a loved one helplessly suffer? Not hugely conducive to writing. Sorry.
Icarus 