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75 [Accidental Video]

[Rei is sitting in her fire reading room. She hasn't left it very often since the memory event ended, somewhat obsessed with trying to see glimpses of home through the flames. That and the warmth and fire is a comfort to her -- so she may as well get whatever work she needs to get done finished inside.

For tonight, she has a pile of clothes in front of her that she is mending -- and not only mending, but adding lining to for winter. She has a pile of finished folded clothes to her right -- a coat or two for Minako and Usagi, a longer jacket for Michiru, and she's currently working on dismantling Castiel's coat in order to add lining to it, to ensure he doesn't freeze to death when the snow actually starts. Youma, her cat, is on a pile of untouched clothing, watching Rei with his large blue eyes, tail flicking in boredom.

The needle flashes quickly, in and out, and shows Rei frowning in concentration before the feed ends.]

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It gets worse. [He snaps again and changes it to "That Don't Impress Me Much."] Here's your theme song, ladies.

[This is the first time Jinx has heard real music in a very long time. Pardon her if she continues dancing.]

That's horrible, Gabriel.

[Why would you even waste energy on this. 8|]

Duh. It's country music with a twist of Canada. What else would it be?

I didn't expect differently. I'm simply wondering why you would indulge Jinx's request for something so abominable.

Because it's funny?

That's debatable.

[But he really doesn't sound that bothered.]

I'm celebrating having memories again. Indulge me, bro.

By tormenting us with new, horrible ones.

[He's clearly not serious at all now. Maybe coming close to sibling bantering, even?]

You'll look back on this and halfway smile one day.

[GRIIIIN]

Doubtful.

[But the corner of his mouth twitches just a bit.]

That sounds like a dying cat.

That's the national sound of Canada.

Do Canadians have hearing?

It's said that the Québécois steal their hearing at night, when the witching hour tolls.

[Oh, look, it's the whore that molests Cas. 8|

Flattest. Tone. Ever.]

Hilarious. Really.

I wasn't talking to you.

And here I was, trying to have a nice conversation. [Something subtle in her manner changes: where before she was relaxed and casual, now she's drawn into herself ever so slightly, so very subtly coiled and looking, to an extremely predatory or overly-observant eye, ready to strike.]

What kind of manners do they teach you heathen sluts, Tsun-chan?

I was having a nice conversation with Gabriel, not with you.

[She doesn't look intimidated or bothered by the mood change. She speaks pretty evenly.]

And I'd check your definition.

[So bored.]

You're barking up the wrong Christian. If you need to lift your leg on something, Castiel is over there.

I would kill to hear something come out of your mouth that was intelligent and actually worth my time.

I won't hold my breath.

Edited 2011-09-23 02:42 (UTC)

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It is the 90s. -- or it was. Before I got stuck here.

You skipped Y2K. Way to go, Tokyo Rose.

Y2K?

[She doesn't even know what an iPod fucking is, Gabriel.]

The computer age Armageddon that never was. Good times. Great for business, too.

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