Summary: Trance is definitely not human. Drabble.
Codes: None.
Disclaimer: Tribune owns all rights to Andromeda. All I did was borrow it for use in my twisted little tale.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None.
Setting: First season-ish.
Feedback: Please! Praise and constructive criticism welcome. Flames will be used for melting the frost on my windshield.
Archive: Ask first, and I'll probably say yes.
Authors Note: Once upon an attempt at trying to get to sleep, I start thinking about the different ways in which two characters would approach each other. I started the Purple Trance section, and she sort of hijacked it. (And no, the other bits aren't forthcoming. The 2 AM stuff may be interesting, but it doesn't always turn out plot-worthy.)
Educational Reading By B.L.A. the Mouse
Beka was always entertained by the myriad ways in which Trance could obfuscate when approached by somebody at a bar or club. Her patented talk-fast approach, or introducing the hopeful humanoid to someone else, or even a notorious incident involving nylon webbing and a fruity drink, were all employed to divert and distract anyone who came near. She honestly thought that the other woman was just holding out for someone, despite all the stymied attempts, until the day she found Trance studying a romance novel.
"Beka?"
"Yeah?"
She waved the old-fashioned paper book at Beka. "Human sexual practices are weird."
The End