When it's Natsuhi who storms into the control room, that's when everybody knows shit has hit the fan. Glasses haphazardly shoved up onto her head, eyes squinting in fury, she points a shaky finger at the infamous merchandise office.
"Burn it," she forces out, "burn everything in there. Now."
She doesn't elaborate, just continues to point into the office, so the Doctor and Xander take it upon themselves to check what was wrong. When they find the bottom contents of the box of "fanart contest" submissions strewn about, both men pale considerably and wad every single lewd drawing into a ball of garbage. When they get to the Vegas Quadrant, maybe they'd get a suite with a fireplace for the night. To see all this go up in smoke might be cathartic.
They both respectfully make a point to look Natsuhi in the eyes from then on.
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"Burn it," she forces out, "burn everything in there. Now."
She doesn't elaborate, just continues to point into the office, so the Doctor and Xander take it upon themselves to check what was wrong. When they find the bottom contents of the box of "fanart contest" submissions strewn about, both men pale considerably and wad every single lewd drawing into a ball of garbage. When they get to the Vegas Quadrant, maybe they'd get a suite with a fireplace for the night. To see all this go up in smoke might be cathartic.
They both respectfully make a point to look Natsuhi in the eyes from then on.