004 [Something with a Bit of Style]

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[Susan has returned to the Plane after what may or may not have been a fairly long absence. Time is like that, especially when you're traveling through it rather erratically.

With her is a large wardrobe, the contents of which belongs to her roommate, friend and constant source of confusion, Zoe Heriot. She lifts out one outfit, frowns slightly, then returns it to the wardrobe. She doesn't quite dare to examine the contents on the TARDIS, in case Zoe herself - or, even worse, Jamie catches her - but it's probably safe on the Plane.

Probably.

The second outfit she removes is apparently equally unappealing, and, when she finally speaks, she is holding a third sartorial masterpiece.]

I don't think I'll ever understand 21st century fashion.

Comments

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

I think war is always a little dramatic. Do ... do you want to talk about it?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Well, most of the time it is... But I think we're almost winning [Yeah, she's lying there, she doesn't want to get Susan any more worried]

Well, if you want to talk about it.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Good. [She means it, in a way, although she has no idea if Brigitta's side is right or wrong or not.]

If you do. It can't be an easy thing to live through.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She looks sad for a moment but then shakes her head] ...It isn't, but I can't just sit down and cry about it, I have to keep fighting or else more people will die, just taking a peaceful role isn't a option.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

That sounds like something my grandfather would say.

[That's the highest compliment Susan can give. Be honoured, Brigitta.]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She obviously sort of honoured, judging by her smile] He sounds a sensible man.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

He's the best man I know.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Quite a compliment then.