Time Period: Post-"Secundus 2" Notes: I dunno what prompted this -- I guess I just wanted to do something with Alice not wanting to get out of bed. It's just a bit of mildly-fluffy silliness. The bit about the bedpan is a reference to a memory you can recover in "Madness Returns."
“Come, Alice, it’s time to get up.” Alice wriggled deeper into the covers. “Oooh. . .this new mattress is entirely too comfortable. I’m never getting up again.” “Never?” Victor repeated, looking down at his cocooned wife. “Never ever,” Alice replied. “I like it here.” “What about eating?” “You can bring in food for me. Or maybe make a rabble of butterflies to do so. I’m sure you could manage.” “I probably could, but. . .what about – bodily functions?” “That’s what bedpans are for. As one of my nurses once told me.” “. . .I really didn’t need to know that,” Victor grimaced. “But you really can’t stay in bed forever.” “Oh? What’s stopping me?” A wail went up from the nursery. Victor looked over at the door, then smirked playfully at Alice. “You try explaining to him why Mother wants to stay in bed all day.”
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cozy: Perhaps It’s A TempraPedic?
Date: 2012-02-24 02:57 am (UTC)Notes: I dunno what prompted this -- I guess I just wanted to do something with Alice not wanting to get out of bed. It's just a bit of mildly-fluffy silliness. The bit about the bedpan is a reference to a memory you can recover in "Madness Returns."
“Come, Alice, it’s time to get up.”
Alice wriggled deeper into the covers. “Oooh. . .this new mattress is entirely too comfortable. I’m never getting up again.”
“Never?” Victor repeated, looking down at his cocooned wife.
“Never ever,” Alice replied. “I like it here.”
“What about eating?”
“You can bring in food for me. Or maybe make a rabble of butterflies to do so. I’m sure you could manage.”
“I probably could, but. . .what about – bodily functions?”
“That’s what bedpans are for. As one of my nurses once told me.”
“. . .I really didn’t need to know that,” Victor grimaced. “But you really can’t stay in bed forever.”
“Oh? What’s stopping me?”
A wail went up from the nursery. Victor looked over at the door, then smirked playfully at Alice. “You try explaining to him why Mother wants to stay in bed all day.”