[Angua is 13 and very unhappy about it. She doesn't know she's not supposed to be 13, she's just unhappy anyway. Her accent is much sharper now, much more Uberwaldian (read: German-ish) and very haughty, and she's holding up a Christmas sweater with a look of horror.]

You cannot tell me I'm expected to wear something like this. Who the hell would ( Read more... )

[Angua's communicator suddenly switches on, first to staticky audio and the sound of muttering, then to a jumble of video as she -- or whoever is holding it -- manhandles it. For a few seconds, the walls and floor jump around on the screen. Finally, a face comes into view ( Read more... )

[The communicator turns on, but there's a bit of fiddling and static before she can get it to work. Anyone listening can hear what sounds like muffled swearing. Finally, the video switches on, and there's an attractive young blonde woman peering at the screen, wearing what looks like armor and a loose leather-and-gold collar around her neck. Her ( Read more... )