003 [Slightly Clandestine]

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[Susan is sitting at a desk when she arrives on the Plane, frowning a little as she browses the books and documents spread out in front of her. There is a mug of tea on the table as well, but it is now cold (and largely obscured by paper).

If you get close enough to investigate, you'll see that she is looking into forging documents.

Why? Well, for a start, it would be nice to be able to help Astrid properly. Secondly, she and her grandfather seem to spend a lot of time on Earth. If they get into trouble, she wants to be able to get them out of it.]

Comments

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[Eyes them again.] They really will? They will help, gero? How..? How, gero?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

They're instructions. They tell me what steps I need to follow.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

Oh oh oh, and what steps do you need to follow, hm hm hm?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[She smiles at his reaction.] I don't really know yet. I'm still working on it.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

Oh oh oh can I help, can I help? I can't read, gero! But can I help, hm hm hm? [Jumps about.]

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

You are helping. I like having someone to talk to. It stops it feeling like work.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

Oh oh, so I help? I really do, gero? Because when Fukuro wants to do something and I'm there and I just want to know what is he doing he starts yelling, gero! He says he can't concentrate... Weird, gero.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

You certainly do. [His friend is right, and Susan can't concentrate in the slightest, but she has plenty of time on the Plane and doesn't mind.]

That sounds very weird. Maybe he was just concentrating on something important? I'm sure it wasn't your fault.