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[majorum_pride]

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I didn't check the network sooner, but I can confirm retaliation against the infestation [He completely agrees with Beatty on that] will be met with undesirable consequences.

...I do admit, though, it could have been worse. [After seeing Blonsky and Riddick.]

[Open Spam]

[He didn't show himself on his broadcast, but he was

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Spam--Deck

[timesbureaucrat]

[When Narvin saw Rhade on the deck, he did a double-take and stared. Rhade was barely recognizable.]

Nice suit. One of Braxiatel's? [It wasn't really Braxiatel's style, but one doesn't let truth get in the way of a good snark.]

Spam--Deck | Tense changing because I am a derp

[majorum_pride]

[Rhade is trying to make a quick jaunt from greenhouse to door, and he sees Narvin he nearly wants to kick himself.]

If I got into Braxiatel's clothes, I don't think it would be anyone's business. [Because the idea of a Time Lord having sex seems to be the mental image equivalent of Gallifreyan pepper spray.] But no. I happened to make one of our visitors angry.

[And they are still watching him from afar. Poking their heads out from behind things.]

Spam--Deck | Tenses are so slippery.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin makes a disgusted face at the implication of Rhade getting into Braxiatel's clothes in a more literal sense. If other Time Lords ever had sex, Narvin does not want to hear about it. He drops the comment about Braxiatel and focuses instead on the rest.]

You do often have that effect on people.

[Narvin's expression of Gallifreyan arrogance dissolves into nervousness when he sees that the tiny pests are nearby. He's avoided all but some minor irritations so far, and he's keen not to end up the butt of some greater humiliation.]

[majorum_pride]

[He knows he's equipped with his verbal seltzer bottle, and he's glad he doesn't have to overdo it.]

Just the ones that have no mental endurance. [And then he frowns, because he's legitimately considering on whether he's seen Narvin banter with someone. Seems like it's been a while. That's kind of sad.]

Spam?

[mrs_persson]

[Every now and then, a fairy pops out of the air and messes with Una's hair. It's been doing this for hours now, and her normally sleek hair is a mess. She's bearing the indignity with a resigned expression, swatting at the fairy when it pops up, but never quite managing to hit it.

It's in this state that she passes Rhade on her way out from the kitchen after lunch and she almost doesn't recognise him. Then she stops short with a double-take.]

-Gaheris?

Spam?

[majorum_pride]

[He's been so wrapped up in this terrible that he didn't even notice Una. But perhaps her hair rendered her unrecognizable. Still, though, he pauses and looks quite possibly as sheepish as a Nietzschean can ever muster.

He clears his throat and gives her an almost apologetic look.]

I volunteered myself for a fashion redesign. I suspect it will last until the flood ends.

Spam

[mrs_persson]

...It's a very nice tweed, but I'm not entirely sure it suits you.

[A little smile; she's resorting to humour to cope.]

I appear to be in for periodic rearrangement of my coiffure. Not a very good one, either.

Spam

[majorum_pride]

It could have been worse. These lips wouldn't look particularly good in lipstick. [That poor big boa wearing bastard.]

It's ah... You're hair ah... [No, it's not nice.] If they attempt to nest I'll risk my own integrity to preserve yours.