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[fridgetothefire]

[When the view clicks on, Anya is obviously changed. She has the glowing blue eyes, and her skin looks almost grey. She isn't quite light-skinned enough for classic pallor, but the color is leached from her face. She sits still and straight, with a degree of composure that is, in fact, precisely normal for her. She missed breakfast today, and now it's quite clear why.]

I've allowed Arthas to make me into a zombie for a few days. It is entirely temporary, and I am in control of myself and my faculties. There is no need for anyone to be alarmed.

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[routemistress]

Anya, take no notice of the fun-'ating pastry man.

Take a chance on this.

[deadly_ned]

I don't hate fun..

[routemistress]

Can you play this without getting up and dancing?

[deadly_ned]

Yes.


Yes I can. I was born with an immunity.

Anya, run.

[routemistress]

I'm not sure if I should pity you or 'ave you eradicated for that, Ned.

[deadly_ned]

I'm going to go now. I can handle the dead. But not this. Never this.

[routemistress]

I ONCE SAVED THE PLANET WITH THIS SONG, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW.

[deadly_ned]

[fridgetothefire]

That is fun.

[Her grin is not nearly as wide as it would be if she were alive for this. But she's definitely smiling.]

[routemistress]

...soon as we can take you out of 'ere I'm taking you on a musical tour of the 1970s. Oooh, the Clash, Ziggy Stardust, the Bay City Rollers - you missed out on so much, lovey!

[fridgetothefire]

I didn't get much of the sixties either, to be honest. Just what I could catch on the radio out of Zurich.

That sounds...really great.

[She doesn't know any of those names, but it sounds great anyway. And Iris's enthusiasm is very rarely not merited.]