005 -- video;

[jilt]

[ a rare video post. irene's wearing her tweed suit, hair twisted elegantly up on the top of her head. and she's smoking a pipe while she perches at the end of the bed. not her bed, because even though the camera's tight in on her face, the scraps of paper on the wall most certainly aren't something irene adler would indulge in.

her decorating habits are much classier. ]

I've been here for eight jump cycles. Quite a bit longer than I'd ever anticipated, but what can really be done?

[ and it isn't as if irene has anything to go back to, but she's hardly about to say that. ]

Suppose I manage the next four and make it an even twelve. I wonder what one does to celebrate aboard a...spaceship.

Comments

[jilt]

I'm sorry, like a what?

[unheroic]

like a rockstar. like bono, girl.

[jilt]

I'm afraid I don't have the slightest idea what you're on about, my dear.

[unheroic]

you lead a terrible life. can i introduce you to some music then?

[jilt]

I'd allow it. What sort of cruel woman would I be to decline?

[unheroic]

okay. you got that helena bonham carter thing going so i think it'd be cool. seriously, how do you know what this kind of music is? what do you normally listen too?

[jilt]

Opera, when there's a decent assembly.

[unheroic]

there is life beyond andrew lloyd webber. i gotta show you.

[jilt]

If you insist, I suppose I'll allow it.

[ read: tolerate it ]

[unheroic]

if I had a guitar, I'd serenade you with some Beatles.

[jilt]

I'm assuming that's some form of music.