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[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[an irritable, dishevelled, bruised Doctor pops into existence alongside a large arm chair, a disarming bright blue in the darkness, and a white hat stand that gleams in the starlight]

Simple. It was supposed to be simple, and quick, but of course it never is, not when I really need it to be, and now...

[he continues to mutter under his breath as he shrugs out of his coat, leaving behind a white, silk dress shirt, and his hat, hanging them both on his hand stand; then, abruptly, he drops into the chair and closes his eyes]

((The Doctor is in a bad mood. Or is he? Come bother him! He doesn't bite, that's what the Master is for.))

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

They never are when you need them to be.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[a wry smile twists his lips when he opens his eyes]

No. Everything that can go wrong...

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Always at the worst times.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course, it wouldn't be as amusing otherwise.

[didorothy]

What happened, Doctor?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[gazes up at him with a faint, weary smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes]

Chaos. Slaughter. Destruction.

[didorothy]

[runs his hand over his face]

S-... Sorry.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[approaches cautiously, concerned] Doctor...?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[looks up, managing a sincere, if small, smile of greeting]

Hello.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[noking.livejournal.com]

[Shenzi approaches to lean against the armchair and, if it's low enough, rest her head on the arm]

What?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[it is indeed low enough, and he shifts to accomodate her]

Very bad day.

[noking.livejournal.com]

Awww. What happened?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

We've never been able to manage simple.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[faint smirk] We have too. Just not when it's most important.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[mirrors it without really thinking] When else do we ever want to?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Another honey-man! Cy claws her way up onto the arm of the chair.] Bad day at the office, sunshine?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[slight smile, because Cy is a kitty]

Well. Not my office.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Turns around and looks at him from between her back legs.] No?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Is there anything I can do?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[sad smile]

I don't think so, Rose, but thank you.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

It wouldn't help to talk, would it?

[lotsofrunning.livejournal.com]

Are you all right?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[weak smile]

I'm always all right.

[lotsofrunning.livejournal.com]

[Puts her hand on his] I'm not sure I believe you.