Word - 1, Dialogue
Word of the day: meretricious
Adjective
Apparently attractive but having little or no value or integrity
(archaic) of, related to, or having the characteristics of a prostitute
Why yes, I did just get that word from a slashfic.
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Sheridan: So, what've we got?
Savannah: Well, I actually don't have anything. Except for coffee, and this coffee is mine so you can't have any. No, don't give me that look, I didn't get much sleep last night because I was out hunting unicorns.
Sheridan: Guess what? So was I. Hand it over.
Collins: Well, I learned that unicorns are feisty bastards and that they don't like Nightmares at all. In case, you know, anyone wanted to know what's going on with me.
Sheridan: Are you kidding? You're a minority; no one ever cares about you. Especially since you're drinking leaf-juice.
Collins: Pssh. You're just uncultured and cannot appreciate the wonderful delicacy that is tea.
Sheridan: Leaf-juice, Collins. Leaf juice with some poor cow's breast milk.
Collins: Don't begrudge a man his pleasures.
Savannah: Ew.
Collins: What?
Savannah: It's just, that sounded very... creepy.
Collins: I am a Nightmare, Savannah.
Sheridan: --
Collins: Fine, I'm mostly a Nightmare. Point is, it's actually in my genes to be creepy. It's just not very professional.
Sheridan: Except for when it is.
Collins: Yeah.
Sheridan: Did your creepiness catch you a vicious unicorn?
Collins: Surprisingly? No. It really didn't. It almost got me gored. You? I heard some very incriminating things about you finding a virgin-shield in a minivan.
Sheridan: ...well.
Collins: A minivan parked outside a Red Lobster.
Savannah: Oddly specific, much?
Collins: It was in her report. Yes, the ones that no one ever read. I got bored and people were giggling about it. They were also betting on whether or not we're about to have our asses sued by her parents. Sherry, this is distressing to me. This is my distressed face, can you see it?
Sheridan: It does indeed look distressed.
Collins: Do you have a good lawyer?
Sheridan: The best. My family may hate me but if I get disgraced then people might remember whose loins I sprang from and demand an explanation. Also, you obviously didn't read the report. The virgin-shield's name was Rebecca and she recognized that it was a unicorn and volunteered. Seriously.
Collins: Seriously?
Sheridan: She was a hell of a bright kid. Not a magician, just smart. And, okay, maybe a bit obsessed about magical creatures, because she thought I was a gargoyle for a few minutes.
Collins: ...But. But you go all shiny.
Sheridan: It was in the rain.
Savannah: That'd just make you more shiny.
Sheridan: Look, I don't know! She thought a gargoyle and a unicorn got into a fight on a city street and pretty much savaged her parents' car. Wait. Oh, I forgot about the car. We might be sued after all. Anyways, at least I caught mine. Savannah.
Savannah: Shush. You put me on research. And, of course, I put the intern on research in my place. It's good for him. But you shouldn't have put me on research!
Sheridan: ...really. I'll remember that in the future.
Savannah: No you won't.
Sheridan: Where's the bait?
Collins: He's a traditionalist, so he's probably mucking through some actual papers instead of just asking Dex what he can find out.
Savannah: Especially since Dex can come up with over a million answers in less than a second. I love having a techno on staff, it just makes things so much easier for when our intern does something stupid.
[ A beep, a trill, and a short rendition of 'Whipped Cream' by Ludo]
Savannah: And I also hate it, because he does creepy things like this. And changes my text noises. Seriously, why. Why Whipped Cream.
Collins: Because your reaction is the best, Savvy.
Savannah: Oh. But... I don't react.
...
Savannah: Do I?
Sheridan: I seem to remember something about a cup of water and a bunch of hard drives.
Savannah: Oh. Well. That.
(NO idea what all that is about. Got bored and banged my face on the keyboard, then decided to color code it and put it up. Savannah didn't get much love in this. She's usually more snarky and hilarious. Basically, the night before, a bunch of unicorns got loose from the local zoo and made violent. There is absolutely no relation in here to the fact that I'm reading a book about virgins that kill terrifying unicorns at the moment.)(oh god the topic changes so wildly it is sooooo changeable)
Adjective
Apparently attractive but having little or no value or integrity
(archaic) of, related to, or having the characteristics of a prostitute
Why yes, I did just get that word from a slashfic.
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Sheridan: So, what've we got?
Savannah: Well, I actually don't have anything. Except for coffee, and this coffee is mine so you can't have any. No, don't give me that look, I didn't get much sleep last night because I was out hunting unicorns.
Sheridan: Guess what? So was I. Hand it over.
Collins: Well, I learned that unicorns are feisty bastards and that they don't like Nightmares at all. In case, you know, anyone wanted to know what's going on with me.
Sheridan: Are you kidding? You're a minority; no one ever cares about you. Especially since you're drinking leaf-juice.
Collins: Pssh. You're just uncultured and cannot appreciate the wonderful delicacy that is tea.
Sheridan: Leaf-juice, Collins. Leaf juice with some poor cow's breast milk.
Collins: Don't begrudge a man his pleasures.
Savannah: Ew.
Collins: What?
Savannah: It's just, that sounded very... creepy.
Collins: I am a Nightmare, Savannah.
Sheridan: --
Collins: Fine, I'm mostly a Nightmare. Point is, it's actually in my genes to be creepy. It's just not very professional.
Sheridan: Except for when it is.
Collins: Yeah.
Sheridan: Did your creepiness catch you a vicious unicorn?
Collins: Surprisingly? No. It really didn't. It almost got me gored. You? I heard some very incriminating things about you finding a virgin-shield in a minivan.
Sheridan: ...well.
Collins: A minivan parked outside a Red Lobster.
Savannah: Oddly specific, much?
Collins: It was in her report. Yes, the ones that no one ever read. I got bored and people were giggling about it. They were also betting on whether or not we're about to have our asses sued by her parents. Sherry, this is distressing to me. This is my distressed face, can you see it?
Sheridan: It does indeed look distressed.
Collins: Do you have a good lawyer?
Sheridan: The best. My family may hate me but if I get disgraced then people might remember whose loins I sprang from and demand an explanation. Also, you obviously didn't read the report. The virgin-shield's name was Rebecca and she recognized that it was a unicorn and volunteered. Seriously.
Collins: Seriously?
Sheridan: She was a hell of a bright kid. Not a magician, just smart. And, okay, maybe a bit obsessed about magical creatures, because she thought I was a gargoyle for a few minutes.
Collins: ...But. But you go all shiny.
Sheridan: It was in the rain.
Savannah: That'd just make you more shiny.
Sheridan: Look, I don't know! She thought a gargoyle and a unicorn got into a fight on a city street and pretty much savaged her parents' car. Wait. Oh, I forgot about the car. We might be sued after all. Anyways, at least I caught mine. Savannah.
Savannah: Shush. You put me on research. And, of course, I put the intern on research in my place. It's good for him. But you shouldn't have put me on research!
Sheridan: ...really. I'll remember that in the future.
Savannah: No you won't.
Sheridan: Where's the bait?
Collins: He's a traditionalist, so he's probably mucking through some actual papers instead of just asking Dex what he can find out.
Savannah: Especially since Dex can come up with over a million answers in less than a second. I love having a techno on staff, it just makes things so much easier for when our intern does something stupid.
[ A beep, a trill, and a short rendition of 'Whipped Cream' by Ludo]
Savannah: And I also hate it, because he does creepy things like this. And changes my text noises. Seriously, why. Why Whipped Cream.
Collins: Because your reaction is the best, Savvy.
Savannah: Oh. But... I don't react.
...
Savannah: Do I?
Sheridan: I seem to remember something about a cup of water and a bunch of hard drives.
Savannah: Oh. Well. That.
(NO idea what all that is about. Got bored and banged my face on the keyboard, then decided to color code it and put it up. Savannah didn't get much love in this. She's usually more snarky and hilarious. Basically, the night before, a bunch of unicorns got loose from the local zoo and made violent. There is absolutely no relation in here to the fact that I'm reading a book about virgins that kill terrifying unicorns at the moment.)(oh god the topic changes so wildly it is sooooo changeable)