003 [A Tribute to Saint Valentine]

[a_pretty_fire]

[Miss Edith has returned to the Plane.

So has Drusilla, actually, and the vampire is holding the doll with all the reverence of a woman holding a sacred object.Saint Valentine is coming. It must be dull, sleeping all year and waking up for one little day

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[rude_not_ginger]

That time of year, is it?

[the Doctor is in full-on mope mode. Apologies]

Can never really tell in this place. Nothing but stars. Not even a sun to tell you what day it is.

[a_pretty_fire]

Don't listen to the sun, it tells lies. It scribbles fire across the sky.

Will you get any presents?

[rude_not_ginger]

[nods, because this makes sense] Generally I try to listen to the star Algol when I land on Earth. Geminiano Montanari had it right the first time around, everyone else is just a tiny bit off.

Presents? Me? Probably not. Not my sort of holiday. What about you?

[a_pretty_fire]

Algol. That's such a pretty name. It sounds like buttercups. Is it a boy or a girl?

That's sad. You send yourself a card. Nobody has to know.

Oh, yes! Spike always gets me something nice. He's such a good boy.

[oldoldghost]

[Guess what! Brigitta does not understand Valentines day, and since everybody in her reality has been talking about it will now be looking faintly disgruntled] What did this Saint Valentine do anyway?

[a_pretty_fire]

He set hearts on fire and handed out sweetmeats to the children who tried to put out the ashes.

[Drusilla might not be the best person to explain things to her.]

[oldoldghost]

[Incredibly, she seems to brighten slightly] Really? ...Sounds like a proper god.

[a_pretty_fire]

He's been forgotten now. They believe in cards and roses, but they really don't believe in him.

[Apparently Drusilla is a Terry Pratchett fan. Who knew?]

[oilyhands]

There's nothing wrong with cards and trinkets.

[a_pretty_fire]

They're not alive. Real presents are warm, even when they're dying. Sometimes they scream, if you catch them quickly enough.

[oilyhands]

Living presents don't leave so much of a mess when you've finished with them.

[a_pretty_fire]

Oh, but I like the mess!

[chansondelamort]

Ah~ You mean Valentine's Day, right?

[a_pretty_fire]

Yes. It's not as nice as Christmas, but it's still a lovely day for a party.

[chansondelamort]

A party? Ah, you mean sacrificing people? That hardly seems like a party to me.

[a_pretty_fire]

It's only a party if they're nice people.

[a_pretty_fire]

[Dru, still affectionately cradling Miss Edith, gives him an even creepier smile. He's picked a lovely psychopath to talk to.]

Oh? I liked it when people lived in huts and believed in the power of stones.

[a_pretty_fire]

I don't believe in science. Too many bits and molecules. You can't see them.