I don't know what medium mine would be in.
But I'd be stood imperiously on top of a small grassy hillock, underneath a tree. I'd be wearing a forest green corset and a huge green velvet cloak, with one hand on my hip and the other holding an apple with a bite taken out of it and looking bored. At my feet, there would be a mass of half naked, buff men (including Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins and that fit lad from my lectures that I fancy) vying for my attention and holding out things like bottles of southern comfort, venetian masks and vials of viral serum. And there would be a magnificent castle in the background.
(Applebite Uh! A cow!, Wed 7 Jul 2010, 14:11, Reply)