Uncle Spider

i_z_you @ 2007-06-02T20:25:00

2007-06-03T03:26:29Z

"I've got a lov-e-ly bunch of coconuts...

No I don't. Nevermind."

i_z_you @ 2007-05-18T09:32:00

2007-05-18T16:40:18Z

The much diminished Andre can't help but explore the new limits of himself, racing from one end of the web to the other like a spider in a tube, to ensure that it's all still there. So small. There's Benjamin, drugged so deeply that he can't even think, just a sleeping mind on the couch of his mental apartment, the TV on but nothing but static. And there's Ashley, all consciousless ordered space and such perfect connections, memory packet to memory packet. Her mind is ice cold and he's always always always hated it there but he thinks about dropping to his knees and thanks his captor for leaving her here, with him, and not trapping him only in that close apartment with unaware Benny, who probably wouldn't even know that anything was wrong.

Hidden

2007-05-14T09:27:10Z

Please please please please.

i_z_you @ 2007-04-29T19:42:00

2007-04-30T02:48:58Z

Losing Alice felt like being plunged into cold water. All that optimism and love and cheer, that brightly burning child in his mind, gone. He barely noticed Stanley disappear with her, or the steady neutrality of Harriet. But his captor had taken Alice from him.

He doesn't know how long he'd been kept down here in the dark. But in that time, more than half of himself has been stripped away, by this laughing voice who treats him the way he once treated his own, nudging and tearing and binding. Killing him, strand by strand. She says he won't die, but he knows, he knows that blackness between his strands is death, has felt it so very many times now and knows it by name and it knows him, and it terrifies him.

No more.

He hoards himself, the small, central node of this fraying web, into a tiny compact ball of fear and anger and loss, and wraps in it everything he knows about what's happening to him. The needle in Benny's neck, the green suffocation, her voice, her all-powerful voice, and flings that in a surge down the few threads he has left. His message in a bottle.

Inside his own mind, only one witness.

2007-04-25T02:44:32Z

No, no, no, no, no, not Allen! Not Allen! I need him, bring him back! No! You can't do this to me, you can't, you can't, you can't, I'll die, you can't, he's mine, bring him back!

He'll kill you. Hunt you and burn you, please bring him back, please please please, you're killing me!

i_z_you @ 2007-04-18T00:22:00

2007-04-18T07:27:48Z

* Zee follows her out, drink still in hand. "This long in the station, I think I'm beginning to be claustrophobic."
* AmberDolios comes out from the Sanctuary, smiling. She's looking more at the stars than at the ground. "I can imagine. I'd go nuts without an open sky for that long..."
<Zee> Oh, there's open sky. But there's usually a planet in it. *hunches a bit, though that's his natural state* Always feels like it's overhead.
<AmberDolios> Mmm, no, I mean... without a wall, or a window, or anything. Just -- *waves*
* AmberDolios freezes. "...oh, Hell."
* Zee nods, finding a Convenience Bench. "Hm?"
<AmberDolios> Give me a second? I have this... medication thing, I should have taken it half an hour ago... I'll be right back.
* Zee nods.
* AmberDolios PINs out! And then right back, less than a minute, sighing and pushing her hair back as she makes her way over to him. "Sorry. I'm usually better about remembering..."
* Zee smiles, and offers her a seat. "Gabe's the same way."
<AmberDolios> Heh. Probably more used to it, though. *takes it, sitting carefully. And slipping the syringe out of the sleeve behind his back.*
<Zee> He's getting there.
* AmberDolios nods. And -- Jab! It's a -very- strong sedative. Right in the back of the neck.
* AmberDolios tops it off with a sharp, bright flare of green, a smothering, gagging blanket of psychic power.
* Zee goes limp very fast, eyes rolling back in his head as Benny succumbs to the drug. Z struggles to reach the web, but tangles himself in that green, choking on it. Panic and mental flailing and more panic!
* AmberDolios reaches in under/around/through that blanket, and tries to grab hold and twist and -- [-Sleep.-]
* AmberDolios puts as much power into that command, that urge, as she can spare.
* Zee struggles against it, twisting his own strands and tangling himself further, and begins to fail. [No, no no no no NO!]
<AmberDolios> *not hands, now, reaching in to flip a switch. Tendrils, vines or tentacles, smothering green from all sides reaching in to press through his mind, all sides, hindering his struggles and seeking out the cracks and the weaknesses.* [-SLEEP.-]
* Zee collapses further, sliding off the bench, twitching as the mind in charge tries to fight him off, and... no. He's gone, mind and body still.
* AmberDolios smiles, her mind still wrapped around his, as she crouches down, gathering him in her arms. And reaching for her PINpoint, and -- gone.

The web was asleep when it happened. A quick jerk of panic, a sharp pain in the back of someone's neck, and then silence. Any questing in the direction of Z, either Andre or his brother, will find only a strong, featureless blockade.

i_z_you @ 2006-12-09T05:28:00

2006-12-09T05:28:58Z

Dominic, I need corpses.

Allen, I need you to go mad. I trust that won't be a problem.

Mr. Wagner, the aid of a teleporter would be very useful. And your technologically savvy friend, as well.

Rassilon, would it be possible to have two life support systems set up and ready? If not, I can bring them, but it will slow me down.

IRC log, fourth wall applies.

2006-10-11T17:36:00Z

* Zee peers in?
* Lan is in ur kitchen, making her tea.
* Lan is also balancing on a stepstool to reach the jam.
Miss Lan? I was... do you need a hand?
* Savannah has joined #thekitchen
((I lurkey?))
* Lan is quiet. "No, I'm fine."
((Sure!))
I was hoping we could talk?
* Lan gets her jar and skitters down. "I...I'd really rather not, but I suppose I can't avoid it?"
I'm sorry. I don't want to upset you, but I'd like to hear from you what happened.
Okay. *she's sitting on the counter - in the smallish space, pressed against the refridgerator*
I was walking home from the Sanctuary with the Other-Gabriel when the Gabriel you know, he approached me with two other men. They were all armed.
He said that he had to take me, he didn't want to but they had Savvy.
I know.... that you're well-aquainted with Gabriel, but are you sure which one you saw?
Yes. He was thin, too thin. It looked and sounded exactly like Gabriel.
He shot me and took us both to a place, it was very cold and there wasn't enough food. I don't remember it very well.
* Lan is as small as she can get - hiding in her sweater and scarf.
* Zee isn't naturally threatening, but he looks sour and disturbed. "Miss Lan, I'm very sorry about what happened to you. But I can assure you, the Gabriel that I know was not part of this."
And I can trust your word?
:/ Yes.
* Lan snorts. "You can trust mine too, I know what I saw."
I said you can trust it. I didn't say you would. My organization has a treaty with this Nexus. We wouldn't jeopardize it for a single person, Miss Lan.
It was Gabriel and a woman that looked-like but-wasn't Clair. *little helpless shrug* What else can I tell you?
Doctor Watson? They were interested in your brain?
They wanted to take me apart. X-rays and MRIs and acronyms. I'd never -been- to a doctor before.
I'm sorry you went through that.
Me too. *did she just get smaller? how is that possible?*
Is there anything I can do for you?
Help find an answer? I just...it's not even that I was -safe- in the Nexus, but...I don't know, just, something?
* Zee nods. "Of course. I'll do everything we can to find the truth."
* Lan 's water is boiling. She's not about to try and pour right now - shaky hands.
Thank you. I...I don't want it to have been Gabe. Space aliens and evil brain slugs would be 'okay', I suppose.
* Zee nods.
* Lan is going to stay in her little corner until he's left. "...is there anything else? And, umm, if it helps and you can do some sort of mental-prove-it to the Doctor, I'll take that."
The doctor?
The fellow in the main room with the floppy hair.
Capital-D Doctor.
* Zee looks back. "Oh... a psychic?"
I think so? I'm sorry, I can't really tell.
If I can't find who did it in short order, I may resort to that.
Whatever you find, I'd like there to be some way it can be impartially verified. I know that's a longshot, but I have to try. You understand?
* Zee nods. "I do. I'll leave you to make your tea."
Thank you.
* Lan is going to take a -long- time to calm down and climb off the counter.
* Zee leaves.

i_z_you @ 2006-10-04T08:32:00

2006-10-04T15:33:35Z

Lan? I'd like to extend an apology for Savannah's behavior.

i_z_you @ 2006-10-02T09:56:00

2006-10-02T16:58:52Z

Five things Z envies about his alternate.
For piechopper.

Well, they haven't met yet, but if they had....

1. EvilZ has never had the moral issues that Z struggles with. Z feels like a parasite, and it eats at him. He's already dead, and has been for thirty years, and the only thing keeping him here is how deeply he sinks himself into the minds of his weblings. Currently, he couldn't let go if he tried.

2. EvilZ has a lot more freedom. Because he joined the Shop willingly, he's trusted much more. He and his web (of evil) live in a very large Victorian house, retrofitted with all the top-of-the-line tech you can only get from the Shop.

3. EvilZ learned much earlier that he can survive the death of a pup. Z only learned this when Don killed himself. It doesn't seem like something to envy, but Z lived in terror of not knowing for a very long time.

4. EvilZ is still on good terms with his niece, who is merely amoral and unstable, not raving mad and dying of malfunctioning genes.

5. EvilZ has more hair. There's so much less stress when you don't have a conscience.

Five ways Z porn could happen.
For hypnosnake.

1. Dom could start something.

2. Clair could start something.

3. Z could start something.

4. They could go out for karaoke again.

5. Or just be bored.

Five things Z wishes he could say:
For snapples_apples.

1. "Screw you all. We're leaving."

2. "Del? Del, wake up."

3. "Gabriel, you and your daughter and your brother are going home."

4. "Clair? Dominic? Will you both do me the immense honour of marrying me?"

5. "Aurelius was a... a hard man. He did his job, and he enjoyed it. And for that I hate him, and I'm very glad he's dead."

i_z_you @ 2006-09-20T00:44:00

2006-09-20T07:45:07Z

Z has spent much time conferring quietly with Allen, and now needs to speak to Aurelius and Dominic.

i_z_you @ 2006-09-15T18:39:00

2006-09-16T01:36:32Z

Gabe's in surgery. Now is not the time for me to be wondering if I believe in God.

i_z_you @ 2006-08-29T19:35:00

2006-08-30T02:32:28Z

Z's been elusive as ever lately, but right now, he's standing by Gabriel's bed, holding the drugged man's hand. Being very, very quiet.

i_z_you @ 2006-07-27T18:31:00

2006-07-28T01:29:12Z

Gabriel, I've a job for you. But I've told them you're already in England. Can you PIN there?

An email!

2006-07-09T04:43:34Z

Mr. Osborn-

Could I please have a word with you, regarding Dr. Harbor and a mutagen serum?

~ Z

i_z_you @ 2006-06-21T20:57:00

2006-06-22T03:54:22Z

<big>I CAN HEAR YOU!

i_z_you @ 2006-06-20T22:55:00

2006-06-21T05:54:53Z

Z dreams of Don, of Thomas and Alger and Charles. Of all of his dead.

They are not pleasant dreams.

He wakes up alone between Clair and Dominic.

i_z_you @ 2006-06-16T01:17:00

2006-06-16T08:15:15Z

. . .

Casey?

i_z_you @ 2006-06-13T12:11:00

2006-06-13T19:08:44Z

I'm going to New Jersey. We have a job there. Volunteers?

i_z_you @ 2006-05-24T22:20:00

2006-05-25T05:19:36Z

Z is back. He's wearing Aurelius' body, and he's exhausted and mourning and there are plans to be made, but tonight he is simply going to be back, back with his people, his family, his loves.

i_z_you @ 2006-05-20T14:53:00

2006-05-20T22:57:39Z

Z has found a place to be alone. As alone as he can be, at any rate. Hiding, body and mind, he's turned in on himself, mind running in circles. Five dead. Five of his coterie, five of his mind. And Aurelius still has three. Desperation clutches at him. Every one killed, he can feel cold death tugging at him. Stealing along the threads toward him. He's been dead for years and years. He doesn't want to touch death more than he does. The worst part is the terrible lure of it. The temptation to go with each of them, to not let them go into that dark alone.

Andre, the twenty-year old child who died so many years ago, is still here, unwise and rash and passionate. It's the Andre who planned, one day, to have children. And now he does. His puppets, children of his mind, mind of his body. Smiling, stifled Benny. Wise Allen, paternal and close. Robert and Richard, strong and silent. Mad, laughing Irene. Bookish Andrew. Beautiful Andrea. Clever, foxish Amir. Absent Ashley. Raging, intense Thomas. Ed, with the gift of diplomacy. Poitr with his entirely innapropriate sense of humour. Shy Wendy. Fiery Rosario. Stanley; warm, if reserved. Devoted Charles. Mike, he of the dirty jokes. Roger and Riza, the ever-optimistic twins. Studious Janice. Steve, the best cook of them all. Alice, ever-young. Harriet, the writer and the healer. Jason, always poking, prodding, seeing what he could learn. Alistair, who has saved Andre so many times with so little reason. Danielle, always rushing somewhere, even when she had nowhere to be or go. Gabe, so very dedicated, and Andre can make no sense of that, either. Clair, his love. Savvanah, utterly irrepressable. Delia, no longer the child he still wishes he could see her as. And Dominic, source of all his strength. He clings to what he has left. He'll do anything to protect them all.

Anything.

Anything.

Aurelius wants them all back. That won't happen, no. But if he kills the ones he has, he'll send men after the rest. Z remembers the agents he sent after Augustus. Clever men and women. They almost had him. Z's puppets won't be easy prey, but he can't run the risk. He has to stop Aurelius. Has to.

He could kill him. Gabriel could project into the man's office, stop his heart, destroy the veins in his brain. Or Allen and Daniel could PIN there and torch the entire place. But there would be retribution. Aurelius is only a cog in a machine too large and concealed to be comprehended. And that machine chugs on, currently oblivious to Z and his coterie. But if Aurelius, a large, visible cog, were to vanish, that machine would aim its defenses at them. Z knows he has no chance against the entire Shop. There are rumours that the organization had started wars, just to conceal their existance.

So he has to be subtle. He can be subtle. He's Uncle Spider.

Z carefully tweaks the strings, tugging each of his people slowly down. One by one, they fall asleep. And in each, he puts a command for when they wake. Find a safe place. He wants to find them a sanctuary of their own, but time is crucial. He has been frozen in fear; now he has to act and he has to act now. Emerging from his hiding place, he moves silently through the suite, finding Clair and Dominic. He kisses them each on the brow. For luck, he tells himself. Not farewell.

Finding Clair's coat, he arms himself with his cocktail. He draws all the drugs into a single syringe. He'll only get one chance at this. It's not a chance he would make if he weren't so desperate. Needle in hand and ready, he looks around again at the family he has made, the family that he is, and he presses the buttons on his PINpoint to take himself to Aurelius's office.

i_z_you @ 2006-05-17T19:20:00

2006-05-18T02:24:47Z

Del is going to be quiet, now. No one address or approach her, please.

Cranky Z.

I apologize for her unpleasantness in the web.

i_z_you @ 2006-05-17T18:58:00

2006-05-18T02:06:20Z

Dominic knocks on Z's door. Such a gentleman.
Z is curled up in bed. Head under a pillow. Not a happy man. "Mmm, g'way."
Dominic opens the door just a crack. "Solly, I come back latah."
Z: "Dooom, please come here and rub my head, there is a madwoman rolling around in it in a battlewheelchair."
Dominic slips in. He's weaving a bit, like he's drunk. He doesn't smell like tequila, though.
Dominic> I brought my magic fingers.
Z reaches for him, peering out from under the pillow.
Dominic drops to his knees at the edge of the bed, hollow eyed stare and a dreamy smile.
Dominic> They'll make you feel really nice. *holds his hands up and wiggles his fingers*
Z peers at him. "Y'look drunk."
Dominic still has a thick, rubber binder around his forearm. "Haven't had a drop."
Ephyra> Z eeeeeeyes him. And he realizes he can [feel] him. "Dom, what are you doing?]
Dominic leans over, runs a hand along Z's thigh. "I want..."
Ephyra> Z pulls off the pillow, catches his hand. "Mmm?"
Dominic falls into the bed. Giggling a little. Whoo, his coordination sucks! "I want to be close..."
Z curls up against him. "We can do that."
Dominic> ... I jus' feel so out of place.
Z nuzzles. "Need you here."
Dominic> 'm here. I want to be there. *pokes Z in the forehead*
And Z -looks- at him. "No, Dom.... You really don't...."
Dominic> I /do/.
Dominic> I c'n help.
Dominic loooooks at him with blue eyes. O.O
Z kisses him. "Y'do help. So much."
Dominic> I want to be inside. I'm on th' outside. I ...
Petting his face. "You don't want to go through this. After...?"
Dominic shakes his head. "'m not taking this 'gain. I feel like m' brain is in a mix mastr."
Dominic leans against him, forehead to forehead. "Please..."
Z is going to -wibble.- "Dom, you're asking me to put you at risk...."
Dominic> I don't /care/. /PLEASE/.
Z: -I- care! I don't want you to end up in Auri's cells like Bambie and Lucy and Alger...
Dominic> Either way, I'm not goin' anywhere. an' I don' want to be on the outside again if somethin' happens to you...
And it's a clinging little Z. "Dom...."
Dominic> ... i can't be out here an'more... *he stares at Z, blue eyes. HOW CAN YOU RESIST THE BLUE EYES?*
*Well, clearly, you can't. Z can't, at any rate. So a kiss, and threads, seeking, pushing...*
Dominic lets Z take him, welcoming the kiss, the threads uncomfortable and welcoming at the same time. Shivers under him.
*Z's crying, but it does feel good. After so many losses, a gain, and one that loves him on top of that.*
Dominic might have something in /his/ eye, too. But there's no resistance from him, no fear. It might be the drug, but not completely. He'd come to this realization in himself before he'd readied the needle. [i love you...]
Z: [-Mine-]
[... ?] OKay, this confuses Dom.
*It's just the moment of completion, the point of no-turning-back. Dom is part of Z now.*
Dominic didn't know. [... yeah. Yours.] Sleepy smile.
Z: [Sleep. You need it.] *snuggle*
Dominic> [mmm... sleep with me...]
Z: [mmhm]
Dominic> [mmm... love you...] ... zzz.

i_z_you @ 2006-05-14T20:57:00

2006-05-15T03:57:20Z

I'm less and less.

i_z_you @ 2006-05-09T15:36:00

2006-05-09T22:37:33Z

* V stops by his home to collect MORE KNIVES. Because he has a feeling he's going to need them. And his hat. One cannot forget the hat. And a few other things which will probably prove useful. He lets Meredith know where he's GOING this time so that she won't get all pissy and POP, he's in a different London altogether.
* Shop is a forboding building, and V finds himself in a basement. Wooo, creepy place. And lo, there are guards!
* V ducks into the shadows, providing there are any.
* Shop guards are supposed to be observant. But this time, they did not see him! They're guarding a stairway that goes down.
* V takes a look both up and down said hallway. Looks for windows, doors, et cetera.
* Shop has doors with large thick mirrors, all the way up and down. Some lit, some dark. If he leaves his shadow here, though, the guards will probably see him.
* V looks up at the lights.
* Shop owns stock in neon lights. They probably invented them.
* V thinks. Hmmm. Rather a lot of lighting. Two guards with guns between himself and his objective. Nothing else for it.
* V steps out of the shadows and walks toward the guards, his arms under his cloak. Miles of black+mask+hat+inexorable forward progress works every time....
* Shop guards are unused to that. So there's a moment of staring. And then the guns come out. "Stop right there, we need to see some ID!"
* V has taken advantage of the moment of staring to close the distance and in four more steps... three... two ... one... he lunges, knives flashing, arcing outward toward their throats, impossibly fast.*
* Shop guards really should be trained against knives, but they're not. And so they die, bloody, owchie deaths.
* V swoops past them, cloak just brushing one of the guards' hands as he walks past and down the stairs.
* Shop was expecting Allen and Gabe. There are more guards at the foot of the stairs, in the very bowels of the this facility. Four! And they heard him coming.
* V walks down the stairs. Hmmm. More guards with guns. Draws knives again and twirls, purely for the fun of it, before flipping them both round to grasp them by the end and throw as soon as he sees them.*
Shop: *Ribbons of stylized blood everywhere. But some shots do get off in his general direction. And there is shouting into a radio!*
* V ducks to the side in a swirl of cloak. Damn and blast. He charges the other two, two more knives flashing, blue light glinting on steel.*
Shop: *Well, that's another four dead. The Shop and Z may break even*
* V resheathes the knives and stops at the door. Has it got a number on?
Shop: [Sub-Basement 7]
V: *It occurs to V that he hasn't been told /which/ room Irene was kept in. But this was the one the guards had been closest to. He inspects the lock*
Shop: [The door is unlocked. Ajar, in fact.]
* V pushes the door open, looking through it before actually walking through.*
Shop: *Three more guards, guns aimed. Fortunately, they look to be the last down here.*
Shop: *the room is another hallway, again lined with doors*
* V ducks behind the door again. Plan. Plan. They probably don't know what to expect....
Shop: *All they've heard are screams and shots. But V doesn't have much tiiiime*
* V takes one breath and kicks the door open, charging through, a black shape of fluttering cloak low to the ground, knives drawn.*
Shop: *Well, they were expecting him to be taller. So their aim is off at first, and the cloak continues to throw it off*
* V charges the first guard, knife flashing, and pivots to conceal himself behind him for and instant before gharging the second one*
Shop: *The third is shouting for back up, but he hits one of his comrads twice while V hides behind him. Shooting in a confined space! It's loud and confusing!*
* V brings the dead guard's gun hand around in a swinging blow at the first, making himself visible to the second who receives a roundhouse kick to the head.
Shop: *And the second goes down! The third is very scared. BIG SCARY MASKED MAN! So he'll try shooting at him a few times!*
* V ... isn't there! Watch out for that dead comrade dropping toward you and that knife flashing in the cornier of your eye....
Shop: *Gah! And this was his first high urgency post, too. Well, shit, now they're all dead.*
* V stops, takes a moment to collect his dignity and make sure that they are, indeed, dead, and looks at what they were guarding.
Shop: *And they are! Very dead, with lots of blood. But they certainly didn't seem to be guarding much. Only one of the seven doors on this corridor is lit. There is no window, just a slot for food. And the door has been locked for a very long time.*
* V frowns. This is more than familiar. He stops at the lighted door, examining the lock again.
Shop: Lock: *is a lock. A good one. It may require explosives*
* V hmmms. Steps back. The lock can't be picked, not in this short amount of time. Which means it'll have to be destroyed. No-one can see the smile that crosses his face as he digs in a pocket or two, or maybe it's simply that it mirrors the one on the mask too closely to tell the difference.*
Shop: *Oh, like hes complaining about getting to use explosives*
* V comes up with a familiar-looking greyish mass of plasticine and a small timer, not complaining at all. He arranges it around the lock, inserts the timer, sets it for ... hmmm... listening for footsteps, he sets it for 30 seconds. steps back in a swirl of cloak*
Shop: *footsteps coming, closer down the stairs and shouting too, but then BOOM! and la, the door is open*
* V looks inside the cell for an instant before returning his attention to the guards, a dark shape in thick smoke.
Shop: *They're staying behind the door for the moment, unsure if he has any more explosies.*
* Irene looks back at him, a thin, gangly woman with longish stubble on her head and wearing white scrubs. She has her fingers in her ears.
* Irene is also sitting on the bed, scrunched into the corner.
V: After a beat, the smoke clears and reveals V standing outside the door. He turns to look at her.* Hullo, there.
Shop: Megaphone: You are surrounded. Put down all weapons and step away from the prisoner!
V: *bows to Irene* If you would excuse me for a moment.... *and toward the guards he goes*
Irene: Okay. *gets up and stretches*
Shop: *lots of guns. He'd do better PINing them out of there*
* Irene leans close to the door, where the man in the swirly capes disappeared and sends out FEAR to the guards.
* V takes just a heartbeat's pause to see how MANY guns there are.*
* Shop guards suddenly see Satan himself coming at them in a Guy Fawkes mask. At least half of them turn and run like hell. Two of them wet their pants, and only three can even try to keep their aim on V*
V: *Knives flash in the smoke and darkness and it could be said that V is enjoying himself immensely as with a blindingly fast lunge he is among them, blades swinging*
* Irene creeps out to watch. Oooh.
Shop: *And the bloody contrails kill all five in rapid succession, in utter terror. It's really a sight to behold*
* Irene is impressed!
* Irene applauds.
* V sheathes his knives as the last one falls and turns to look at Irene again. Bows.* Thank you, dear lady, thank you. And for my next trick... *he holds out a hand toward her.*
* Irene curtseys and walks over to join him, paying the dead around them no mind at all. "You dance beautifully, good sir."
* V takes her hand, inclining his head for a moment.* Again, I thank you. There is no dance quite like it, wouldn't you say? Now, if I may direct your attention to this small device around my wrist....
Irene: Oh yes, it was lovely. *standing very close, looking at the watch* It's a very nice watch.
* Shop is now known as Zee
V: I'm quite fond of it, myself, for, you see, it does more than an ordinary watch would. *He curls an arm around her, claok and all, and hist the recall button. They vanish and the smoke drifts in to fill the spot they once occupied.*