Rose follows the strange little man down the corridor, the sounds of a vaguely familiar voice reaching her ears just before they emerge into the room where the images of a party are being projected onto a screen.
Anyway-- oh, hello darling! Now, don't! Stop it!
That voice...that woman, that glamorous-looking woman. She wasn't a woman at all: Rose knew that voice anywhere.
"Wait a minute, that's..."
Rose gapes. The bitchy trampoline.
"Peekaboo!" and it's Cassandra herself, that horrid old inhuman thing that fancied herself the last of her kind.
"Don't you come anywhere near me, Cassandra."
She wields her metal rod, willing to beat the talking flap of skin to death if she tries anything funny. (Though she does wonder, briefly, how you can beat something to death that doesn't have organs.)
Cassandra must think of the same thing at the same time, given her reply.
"Why? What do you think I'm going to do? Flap you to death?"
"Yeah, but... what about Gollum?"
Rose eyes what must be Cassandra's man-servant-thing warily, ready to give him a good whack over the head with the rod if she needs to.
"Oh... that's just Chip. He's my pet."
Rose doesn't even have time to express her distaste for the idea before said pet chimes in.
"I worship the mistress!" "Moisturize me, moisturize me..."
Great. Just beautiful. Rose thinks, looking at the two of them in disgust and disbelief.
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Date: 2006-10-09 01:46 am (UTC)Anyway-- oh, hello darling! Now, don't! Stop it!
That voice...that woman, that glamorous-looking woman. She wasn't a woman at all: Rose knew that voice anywhere.
"Wait a minute, that's..."
Rose gapes. The bitchy trampoline.
"Peekaboo!" and it's Cassandra herself, that horrid old inhuman thing that fancied herself the last of her kind.
"Don't you come anywhere near me, Cassandra."
She wields her metal rod, willing to beat the talking flap of skin to death if she tries anything funny. (Though she does wonder, briefly, how you can beat something to death that doesn't have organs.)
Cassandra must think of the same thing at the same time, given her reply.
"Why? What do you think I'm going to do? Flap you to death?"
"Yeah, but... what about Gollum?"
Rose eyes what must be Cassandra's man-servant-thing warily, ready to give him a good whack over the head with the rod if she needs to.
"Oh... that's just Chip. He's my pet."
Rose doesn't even have time to express her distaste for the idea before said pet chimes in.
"I worship the mistress!"
"Moisturize me, moisturize me..."
Great. Just beautiful. Rose thinks, looking at the two of them in disgust and disbelief.