Tee-hee! Taura directed the TickleBot to go after the base of Corona's left wing. Jack frowned at the bot, tapped the remote as if thinking a wire was loose or something, and finally let out an exasperated snort and tossed the remote onto the top of Taura's dresser. Meanwhile, Corona cringed and tried to lunge away from the bot.

"Oh, that just feels creepy! Feels like a spider is crawling on me."

"Oops. Sorry." Taura steered the bot away and flicked one of its appendages along Corona's side instead. Corona burst out laughing and tried to twist away again.

Jack glanced up at Taura and seemed to realize she'd been controlling the bot all along. He grinned, shook his head, and brushed the feather along Corona's right side, prompting another squeak and fit of giggles from her. He ran the feather up to her armpit and then down along her arm. Her giggling faded and she shrugged.

"Not getting much from there."

"I'll just have to keep exploring, then." Jack leaned over to attack the back of her neck. She hunched forward and twitched.

"Getting the 'spider' sensation again."

"Back to one we know actually works, then." Taura had the bot reach up and tickle Corona's belly again. Corrie belted out another laugh and writhed around. Jack went after her side with the feather, reached over to her other side, and used his hand. Corona's laugh turned into a silent wheeze and she doubled over as far as her handcuffs would allow.

"Ah, here we go!" Jack grinned and tickled harder until Taura finally directed the bot to back off.

"Ease up, Jack, let her breathe."

"Sorry." He pulled his hands back. "Got a little carried away."

Corona flopped onto her back and drew in several heaving breaths.

"Hooooooo, I'm actually dizzy," she finally said. "I'm seeing spots." She giggled and took a few more deep breaths.

"Guess it's time for the next round, then." Taura searched for more info to turn into questions and answers, finally landing on the topic of TV shows from the previous century. She searched for a few specific shows and stumbled onto one she'd never heard of before. "Oh, this oughta be fun. What novel was adapted into multiple movies and one TV series back in the 1980s?"

"Oh, come on, you've got to narrow it down a little!"

"Fair enough. It was an HG Wells novel."

"Oh! War of the Worlds. I actually saw some of the TV show a few weeks ago. The first season was pretty good, but the second season was a steaming pile of shit. I gave up on it after the second episode." Corona smirked. "Hardly anyone knows that show ever existed."

"Gonna have to try harder to stump her, then." Jack grinned at Taura and Corona shook her head.

"No, no, you really don't need to go to all that effort on my behalf."

"Heh." Taura added a point in the holofield. "Name the main characters."

"Harrison Blackwood, Suzanne McCullough, Paul Ironhorse, and Norton Drake." Corona giggled again. "It's only been a few weeks since I saw it, so the names are still fresh in my mind."

"Well, then." Taura grinned as a new idea came to her. "Name a few of the guest stars."

"Oh … shit," Corona muttered, her eyes opening wider. "Uh … how many, specifically?"

"How about … three?"

"And you gotta be right about all of 'em. Otherwise ..." Jack moved the feather over her as if picking out his next target while making an odd noise with his mouth. Corona snickered and raised a brow ridge.

"You sound like Clarence Boddicker just before he shotgunned Alex Murphy's hand off."

"Oh, Jesus! I do? Sorry!" Jack burst into laughter. "That wasn't my intention, I swear!"

Corona laughed again, took a slow breath, and tried to focus. "Okay. Guest actors. Um … gimme a minute."

Jack started humming the Jeopardy! theme. Corona whapped him with her wing.

"Stop it! I don't want that stuck in my head again." She turned back to Taura. "I remember seeing Alex Cord, John Colicos, and … um … oh! Ann Robinson, from the movie in the 1950s!" Corona let out a relieved sigh.

"Wow. Bravo. I think you deserve five points for that." Taura added them to the holofield. "That puts you at seven again. You're almost there."

"Perfect time for me to completely fuck it up." Corona laughed and then eyed the TickleBot nervously.

Taura searched for something that might be more challenging. "Ah, here we go. Here's a one-season wonder from 1985. Now, the '80s had a bunch of shows centered around high-tech vehicles, some of which lasted longer than others. This one was about a cop and a heavily-armed motorcycle and lasted only thirteen episodes. Name the show."

Corona groaned and thumped her head back against the pillow.

"God … damn it."