David Cain (
anewlanguage) wrote2014-03-22 12:55 pm
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[VIDEO;]
Every now and again I see people curious to learn some hand to hand--or hell, some weapons--fighting. I'm offering to teach, assuming you're up to the task. I'll tell you now, not everyone will be.
[PRIVATE VIDEO to BARBARA and IRIS]
[Admittedly he hesitated to put Barbara on the filter but logic wins out in the end.]
So what've you two put together about the Barge's engines? Need to bounce a few ideas at you.
Every now and again I see people curious to learn some hand to hand--or hell, some weapons--fighting. I'm offering to teach, assuming you're up to the task. I'll tell you now, not everyone will be.
[PRIVATE VIDEO to BARBARA and IRIS]
[Admittedly he hesitated to put Barbara on the filter but logic wins out in the end.]
So what've you two put together about the Barge's engines? Need to bounce a few ideas at you.
[filtered Cain/Babs]
[The answer comes easy but his attention is now focused sharply on the Emperor, and on that rare glimpse of Iris without her smile.]
I got questions to ask and I find they go down easier with something sweet.
[filtered Cain/Babs]
I'm very weak. You might need to 'and-feed me.
Re: [filtered Cain/Babs]
[He chuckles]
Lucky for you and that bedspread, I've got real steady hands. We could risk red wine or chocolate pudding.
[He's on the verge of asking Barbara if she, too, needs hand feeding...but he stops himself when he realizes what he was about to say.]
[filtered Cain/Babs]
...Maybe dipped in spiced rum.
[Unrepentant. Iris could use some spoiling.]
Re: [filtered Cain/Babs]
I'll make you up some magic soup, my own recipe. It'll have you on your feet in no time.
[filtered Cain/Babs]
[INNOCENTFACE.]
Re: [filtered Cain/Babs]
Damn right you shouldn't! Family secret, and it'd spoil the surprise anyway.
[filtered Cain/Babs]
Re: [filtered Cain/Babs]
I'll leave you to Barbara's tales while I cook, then. Give me a half hour.
[filtered Cain/Babs]
Re: [filtered Cain/Babs]
Sure thing. Make sure to look weak as a kitten when I get there, you hear?
[filtered Cain/Babs]
[Deadpan. She is weak as a kitten; much more than she's been letting show on the network.]
[filtered Cain/Babs]
[filtered Cain/Babs]
[Iris, hypnotising them so they think it's their night off doesn't actually count as acting. Even though it's effective and bloodless.]
[filtered Cain/Babs]
[filtered Cain/Babs]
[Her eyes are bright now.
And then suddenly she's small, and frail and old and hurting. Although a little theatrically.]
...Please sir, just a little soup first?
[filtered Cain/Babs] -> [Spam]
I can't have you starve. On my way, right this second.
[And when the soup is ladled out (two bowls: one for Iris, one for Barbara) he drops the one off for Babs and heads in to see Iris.]
[Spam]
Oh thank goodness. Come 'ere. I feel like summat the cat sicked up, but that soup smells good. So do you.
[Spam]
[Teasing, as he settles on the edge of her bed and ladles out a spoonful to her.]
[Spam]
[Which is the absolute truth, although it's as much his own scent, close up. Gunpowder just smells really good okay.
She lets herself be fed, pliant and contented. I could get used to this, she wants to say, and then doesn't; it's a wonderful feeling to be looked after, but she knows herself better than to think she could take it except in very small doses on special occasions. So she picks on a lesser, truer thing to say instead.]
...This soup's bloody amazing. What's in it?
[Spam]
Garlic, chicken broth, more garlic, some whiskey and honey, a touch of lemon, some hot peppers to clear your sinuses.
[He's actually enjoying this. But, like her, its a small-dose thing: he doesn't have the temperament to be nurturing for very long.]