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[saw_utopia]

[Have a loud zap and a surprised, irritated cry.]

It shocked me! [Lucy makes a frustrated noise and there's a small silence, as though she's checking for an injury. And then she speaks again, sounding slightly flustered.]-- Oh, pardon. If anyone hears this, would you happen to know where I could acquire a bit of tea? Decent tea, mind

Comments

[FROM SOMEWHERE NEARBY?]

[andvainglorious]

It likes you to talk, Lucy. Didn't you get a guide? (Your lovely husband sounds a little amused.)

lsdkjfl creeping on his own wife

[saw_utopia]

[Oh, hello lovely husband. It's your endearing wife.] If they have time to make a guide, then they can make this city much less disgusting.

what else did you expect :|

[andvainglorious]

Not up to your high standards? Maybe you should ask the scientists for a duster and a hoover when you next get a chance.

NOTHING he's perfectly norma-- no, I can't finish that statement.

[saw_utopia]

[Really? She just laughs at that.] Of course, dear, because I'm just as domestic as you are. I'll leave the place spotless within hours.

L-LOL yes, because 'normal' is a word you totally use with the master

[andvainglorious]

(DOESN'T LAUGH.) Then a replacement for the Joneses. I'm sure it bothers someone else as much as it bothers you.

.... .... as long as he's not growing scruff.

[saw_utopia]

Without incentive, I'm fairly certain we'll find someone who would be willing to dust the dirt for us in no time. [She's smiling but :| ]

......hey, the beards were awesome :|

[andvainglorious]

Oh, I'm sure an incentive could be found regardless.

*WERE* :|||| Dracula.

[saw_utopia]

... [Lucy turns back to her attempts to cook, because, while she doesn't do domesticity, starving isn't a great alternative.] Avoiding death?

HEY, THAT WAS BEARDLESS. THAT WAS A ...MOVE DOWN FROM THE BEARDS

[andvainglorious]

Death isn't permanent. If they were feeling particularly petulant, it wouldn't matter.

a move down or a move UP? /shot

[saw_utopia]

What sort of incentive, then, Harry?

ROBERTS!MASTER IS. JUST. idek. also, sorry for failing at life fklsg

[andvainglorious]

That all rather depends, doesn't it? But for you to be told―

Lucy, don't you think it's a bit much to be asking for any kind of trust? Faith?

IT'S FINE <333

[saw_utopia]

I don't... expect either of those from you.

[andvainglorious]

Good.

[saw_utopia]

[There's a sharp shatter immediately after his response. The glass in Lucy's hand has shattered, and for all intents and purposes, she'll say she cracked it against something.

Shards fall in disarray as do red drops of blood among them, but she's too busy looking for the trashcan. The Master may as well not even be there.]

[andvainglorious]

What was that? (brb coming to find you)

[saw_utopia]

--Nothing, Harry, just a glass. [Which she's trying to sweep into the trashcan without bleeding on the counter. It's not that bad, really, but she finds it barbaric and unhealthy and the sooner the result of her duress was swept away, the better.]