Titania Slouched Against the Wall
wearing nothing but a helmet and gloves- The nights are long, and Canada is cold
- blowing the whistle in furious disapproval
- if I have no other option, is it really laughter?
- in a strange groping gesture
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Titania slouched against the wall, wearing nothing but a helmet and gloves made of the same dark metal. She looked pleased to see me, which was a relief. Not that I felt safe around her, but I thought it best to try to mask my uneasiness.
“Where’s Nigel?” I asked flippantly.
“Saskatoon,” she replied. “It’s nice to have him around, when I stay there. The nights are long, and Canada is cold.” She tilted her head contemplatively, and her smile grew wicked. “Of course, Nigel isn’t allowed out of Canada anymore, not after what happened on the train. Barreling through the station, blowing the whistle in furious disapproval of, I don’t know, maybe hockey? All things Canadian? Ironic, no?” She chuckled.
I laughed too, but if I have no other option, is it really laughter?
“You’re still not wearing your pajamas,” she sing-songed. She waved her gauntleted hand in a strange groping gesture, and suddenly the scientist getup I was wearing started to constrict in severely persuasive ways. I moved like a marionette whose operator was trying to put out a fire, compelled to wrestle the fringed pajamas on over my costume while the Crystal Clown cackled at my predicament.
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