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[retrorsum]

How long has it been since he saw you?

( she can't physically get there but text entertainment in the vault? why not )

[mistressery]

Am no a grass. Ask him, if you must know.

[she sees him less often than she'd like, but she's never, ever snitched—well, not to anyone who matters.]

[retrorsum]

I can't. Wrong point in our timestream.

[mistressery]

Oh, right. That old thing.

So what's the point in telling you? Not like you can do anything about it.

[retrorsum]

I can still talk to you.

[mistressery]

You can and you have.

As of this message: a month, two weeks, thirty-seven hours and fifteen seconds. But who's counting?

[retrorsum]

I'll see if I can find some books.

[mistressery]

It's fine. I'm fine. I have projects. Pretty much everything in here has been disassembled, fashioned into a weapon, then reassembled.

Don't go thinking you know what it's like. You were supposed to sneak out, whereas if I do it, it's like I'm not taking this seriously.

[retrorsum]

Oh, I'm not suggesting you sneak out.

[mistressery]

SIGH

I wouldn't turn my nose up at the books.

[it's not ideal, but whatever. she's not 100% a petulant child.]

[retrorsum]

I had something put aside.

( just in case. she's not going to pretend that she knows missy but river does know what she'd appreciate in prison. what she had appreciated )

The next time I find his TARDIS.

[mistressery]

At first I did not know that it was his diary. I thought it was a very sad, handwritten book.

[she's kidding. it's a bluff. she doesn't think for a second that's what river has in mind.]

[retrorsum]

( don't go there, missy )

Then you'll be glad that isn't it.

[mistressery]

Fingers crossed it's not as dry as the stuff on my reading list. Ethics homework.

Give us a hint?

[retrorsum]

Astrophysics. 54th century.

( she's at least getting you something you'd be interested in even if you probably already know it )

[mistressery]

Sexy!

Got me all hot under the collar just thinking about it.

[seriously, that's better than a nudie calendar to some species.]

[retrorsum]

You'll have to give me the cliff notes.

[mistressery]

Well, it doesn't condense easily, but for you I'll try.

What's new with digging up old stuff?

[retrorsum]

An ancient Queen attempted to kill me.

[mistressery]

And...? You can't just leave off there! I need the whole story. It's even better if someone dies. I don't mind if it's the ancient one or your team or what.

[retrorsum]

I killed her. It would have been far worse if she'd gotten out.

[mistressery]

I'm starting to side with the queen. Dunno why. Maybe it's your lacklustre storytelling.

How'd you kill her?

[retrorsum]

( she hadn't gone into this expecting to tell a story but fine )

Oh, I tell them better in person.

( she has a very good voice for it )

I drowned her. Her name was Prim. She'd been imprisoned in a tomb, buried alive but had never truly died. She'd somehow managed to drain the water from every living thing in the tomb to just sustain herself. Which she'd have continued doing to the planet.

I used dynamite to break a damn, flooding the area and tomb with water from the river. It was too much water even for her, killing her.

[mistressery]

Bet. You're magnetic in person. I think it's pheromones.

[did she get a giggle out of river killing a bitch with a river? absolutely.]

Thanks bunches for indulging me. I love a good drowning. I love a good death by getting too much of exactly what they wanted. Water, freedom, et cetera et cetera.

Reminds me of old Borusa. He wanted immortality. Has your hubby told you this one?

[retrorsum]

( #timegenes? )

I'm sure you'd tell it differently if he had.