Clarice listened quietly. "Ah...can't say I don't agree with you about too much secrecy, within the bounds of what people can be comfortable with, anyway. Frankly, after some of the stuff ah have been hearing...I'm startin' to get jealous that I have no particularly juicy secrets of my own." She grinned weakly.
When George held them out, she set down her weaving slowly and took the clippings. Read them. Frowned. Blinked slowly.
"Uh. Gimme a minute." She looked at George, who was looking nervous. /Died. George died. Not as in, was legally dead on the table for a few minutes. She got her head caved in by a space-toilet! Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over?/
Blink.
/Witches, faeries, aliens...what's this now?/
"You want to know the first thing that popped into my head when I read this?"
George fidgeted a little. "Yeah?"
"...something like, 'Wow. I'd be really fucking annoyed if I died that way.'"
A sheepish smile. "The rest of it I'm still tryin' to process. But...ah'm bearin' with you so far...uh...well, mostly, anyway. Heh."
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[Clarice] Killed by a Space Toilet (tag George, open)
Date: 2006-04-27 09:27 pm (UTC)When George held them out, she set down her weaving slowly and took the clippings. Read them. Frowned. Blinked slowly.
"Uh. Gimme a minute." She looked at George, who was looking nervous. /Died. George died. Not as in, was legally dead on the table for a few minutes. She got her head caved in by a space-toilet! Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over?/
Blink.
/Witches, faeries, aliens...what's this now?/
"You want to know the first thing that popped into my head when I read this?"
George fidgeted a little. "Yeah?"
"...something like, 'Wow. I'd be really fucking annoyed if I died that way.'"
A sheepish smile. "The rest of it I'm still tryin' to process. But...ah'm bearin' with you so far...uh...well, mostly, anyway. Heh."