003

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy arrives on the Plane in a much better state of mind than he was last time he appeared. He is a little annoyed with the Proper Doctor for inviting him to travel without first properly considering the fact that their realities are not merged. Still, he is in a fairly decent mood.

He remembers finding the Doctor on the Plane with a chair and some books and has decided to follow His example. Upon arrival, Handy is lounging on a sofa, nose buried in a book, “1812: The Catalyst to Canadian Independence.”  He may have ‘borrowed’ the sofa and some books from a bookshop for use on the Plane. Either way, he is proud of himself for managing to get it all here.

On the end of the sofa at his feet are various other books, which he promptly kicks to the floor so he can stretch out his legs. The books are mostly biographies and historical texts. He is still a bit foggy on the history of the parallel Earth he’s on now, so he’s decided to utilize the Plane and take this opportunity for some much needed reading.

Despite the fact that he has no idea how the book will end, it is still incredibly boring. He’s being stubborn and refuses to move on to another book until he finishes the one he is reading. He is fighting the urge to fall asleep. If he continues reading, it will most likely be a losing battle.]

Comments

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

What, it's that different? That's bonkers if you ask me. It's sort of hard to think of the States as anything else. [she puts the book down on the pile.] So is California any different? I hear that bay is nice.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it.

Well, not really. Sand and surf still. Some things are consistent, universe to universe. Small miracles, that. The bay is gorgeous. You should go, one day. You would love it.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I want to. Proper holiday on the beach. You've never taken me to a real beach. The Waves of Virtuia are all fine and dandy but sometimes just a nice holiday would work.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Have you ever said anything?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I might next time. Bit difficult, when it comes down to it. Not much of a beach person, I gather.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Why's that, then? I could be a beach person.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[She snorts.] You, in some shorts and laying out on a towel?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What's so funny about that?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

You're skinny! And pale! A great skinny, pale twig. You're not exactly Brad Pitt on the beach.

((*Jedi handwave* This isn't a very late tag.))

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I could be Brad Pitt on the beach if I wanted! Anyway, you're just as pale as I am!

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Don't think you could. And I can get a tan, at least!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I could get a tan, too!

[pauses]

You're enjoying this way too much, aren't you?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[She grins.]

It's funny, though. Still don't think you could. The reaction's the best part.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm glad someone's enjoying themselves.

[rolls his eyes, but still grins]

And I could!