[visual, accidental | location: Spade's office]
Ruby looks worse for the wear, and exhausted. She's more than pissed off, demonstrated by her slumping violently into her office chair, and now she slams one of her drawers shut. She sits in silence for a minute or so, and just as she's realizing her folly (feeling strong emotions and giving the fucking hamsters a chance to make her embarrass herself over it) she's already swept up in it, moving to the window and parting the blinds to peer out like the creeper she is. Anyone watching on the tablet might see it turn black and white, just for her little performance.
♫"Taxon is bare
No gloom or mis'ry anywhere
Stormy weather
Just can't get my idiot Sam together
He's whining all the time
The time
He just whines all the time.
Since I got away
Lilith's been gunning for me
If Sam stays lame
Ol' Alistair will get me
All I do is stalk
Hope that Sam will let me
Knock his ass into shape."♫
She can't help it: Ruby turns dramatically away from the window to glide through the office toward the box of donuts she'd brought in (missing one jelly of course) to put coffee on the pot. There's a mirror above the little station that she finds herself singing to.
♫"I'll go on
Everything I had could be gone
Stormy weather
Got to make dear Sam get it together
Now he's better all the time
Getting better all the time."♫
Remember that mirror? Ruby doesn't like it, so she smacks it, uh, with her fist. Seven years bad luck? She's got centuries of it, this won't hurt her. Her hand bleeding, she turns around, gesticulating as she starts to get control of herself. Or, rather, realize what she's doing and look very unhappy about it.
♫"I walk around black hearted and pissed
Night comes around
And I'm still feeling-- well, a little better
Taxon's a reprieve
Giving my soulless corpse some hope
This sluggish thumping
Beatin and spattering
Drives me mad
Hope, hope, hope
That shit's just too much for me.
But I'll go on
It's not all so bad in Taxon
Stormy weather
If Sam doesn't get it together
It's torture for me, if I return
Stuck back in the pit for all time."♫
After she realizes she has now been done the favor of broadcasting this shit to everyone, she storms over to it and flings it out the window, shattering the glass and leaving the tablet to record the sky. Someone might hear her bitching about the motherfucking hamster aliens showing their god damned faces so she can rip their eyes out and feed them to them. And then the sound of a few more things breaking.
♫"Taxon is bare
No gloom or mis'ry anywhere
Stormy weather
Just can't get my idiot Sam together
He's whining all the time
The time
He just whines all the time.
Since I got away
Lilith's been gunning for me
If Sam stays lame
Ol' Alistair will get me
All I do is stalk
Hope that Sam will let me
Knock his ass into shape."♫
She can't help it: Ruby turns dramatically away from the window to glide through the office toward the box of donuts she'd brought in (missing one jelly of course) to put coffee on the pot. There's a mirror above the little station that she finds herself singing to.
♫"I'll go on
Everything I had could be gone
Stormy weather
Got to make dear Sam get it together
Now he's better all the time
Getting better all the time."♫
Remember that mirror? Ruby doesn't like it, so she smacks it, uh, with her fist. Seven years bad luck? She's got centuries of it, this won't hurt her. Her hand bleeding, she turns around, gesticulating as she starts to get control of herself. Or, rather, realize what she's doing and look very unhappy about it.
♫"I walk around black hearted and pissed
Night comes around
And I'm still feeling-- well, a little better
Taxon's a reprieve
Giving my soulless corpse some hope
This sluggish thumping
Beatin and spattering
Drives me mad
Hope, hope, hope
That shit's just too much for me.
But I'll go on
It's not all so bad in Taxon
Stormy weather
If Sam doesn't get it together
It's torture for me, if I return
Stuck back in the pit for all time."♫
After she realizes she has now been done the favor of broadcasting this shit to everyone, she storms over to it and flings it out the window, shattering the glass and leaving the tablet to record the sky. Someone might hear her bitching about the motherfucking hamster aliens showing their god damned faces so she can rip their eyes out and feed them to them. And then the sound of a few more things breaking.