fandomtownies | Fly By Night, Wednesday afternoon.

Ivanova has opened up the shop and is sitting behind the counter, shouting into the back of her hand. Well, actually the link stuck to the back of her hand which she had never bothered to reroute to a cellphone like most other students. The signal was fuzzing in and out as she spoke.

"Zathras, I need you to come and get me next week!"

"- always going here, there, work work work -" the signal fuzzed more.

"Zathras, can you hear me?"

"-ras hears, Zathras . . . fetching and carrying . . ."

"So you'll be here? Next Thursday?" she prayed that he would realise that was Thursday in this time stream and she wouldn't be waiting around on Old Earth for the next twenty years.

". . . time, time, always obsessed with time. Zathras never understand, but Zathras serve the One and the One wants the perky Russian, so Zathras will be there."

"Perky?" Ivanova squawked. "Zathras? Zathras!" There was no response, not even static. She growled. "Don't tell me he can pick up Fandom Radio. I will kill him. And anyone who's been listening." She sighed and leaned back, kicking her feet up, and began daydreaming of a Babylon 5 Christmas.

[[Come and play!]]