We now interrupt your regularly unscheduled programming...

[morteanimositas]

[ Static. Lots of it. Eventually the feed clears up a bit and it's...Bennett?

Yes. Not quite, though. About a decade younger and looking a little harried.

Upset.

Something. It's weird. If any of you ever knew River Tam you might recognize her. Or you might just confuse her with Bennett, not the first time that's happened today. ]

Tell me a

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[mytechendsworld]

[A disgruntled Topher pops into view]

Be-Tee-Dubs, Adstring, this chick is batshit insane.

[Pause]

And she's not Bennett. AKA not my girlfriend, Bennett. Benny is perfectly. Naturally. Fine. In the head.

...Yeah.

video;

[enchainement]

Shush. Wasn't asking you.

video;

[mytechendsworld]

please dont hurt me.

video;

[enchainement]

You moved first towards a violent checkmate. Haven't done a thing since, have we?

I just want to know and understand. You don't think I can help him.

You're wrong.

[video]

[kill_joo_ded]

Topher? He's got a thing for pink cows. Wanna hear that story?

[video]

[mytechendsworld]

ONE COW! I HAVE ONE COW!

[video]

[kill_joo_ded]

Heh. But you feel so strongly for that one cow.

[video]--apparently he forgot how much he hated it when they first met

[mytechendsworld]

She's my cow, of course I care about her!

[lecherous_kappa]

Hell. I'll give you stories, babe.

[enchainement]

We're listening.

[lecherous_kappa]

What if I told you a story about a smile that could light up the network, and eyes that looked deep as the ocean?

[enchainement]

I'd still listen. But aren't water eyes for blue?

[bloodseal_soul]

... River.

[The word is breathless, the boy's face a brush of joy and an edge of pain.]

...

Do you want to hear a story about a tree that wouldn't stop growing?

[enchainement]

The water isn't far.

[ That name? Means nothing to her. Sorry, Al. But she recognizes that look, if nothing else. ]

Please? I think you'd know the sort of stories to tell.

[bloodseal_soul]

[A slow nod, and he doesn't push it.]

... once upon a time, there was a young woman who lived in a big house. She loved plants, and she grew flowers in the garden, and all over the place. Pots of flowers were everywhere, baskets of ferns. At least one in every room.

There were mischievous creatures called the Animus that saw how much she loved the plants, but they didn't have the best of intentions. Flowers grew in her hair, ferns grew over her clothes. Everywhere she walked, flowers and moss would spring up under her feet, and vines would grow on the doorknobs when she opened doors.

Everywhere she walked in her house, the green followed. It was beautiful, and the flowers smelled sweet.

[enchainement]

[ She closes her eyes and smiles, swaying a bit. ]

It's a good story. I don't think she'd mind.

Well...not at first.

Hello.