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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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[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Aina. Connor. Anthony. Maria. David. Fatima.

Half of them. I lost half of them.

[didorothy]

Families?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[softly] Maria and Connor were orphans. We were the closest thing they had.

The rest - parents, brothers, children - will be contacted. Funerals will be held. Any compensation I can give...

[didorothy]

[softly] You know there's no compensation. An attempt at consolation is the best you can hope for... What I'm trying for, anyway, but I think what I just said proves I'm no hand at it.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Of course, but...it's better than nothing.

[slight smile]

It's appreciated, all the same. Honestly, it helps enough to see - a friend who's safe.

[didorothy]

Do you... want to do anything? Go out for a few drinks, I don't know. We could talk more about it if you like.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[his eyes widen]

...I...

...Yes. I would.

[didorothy]

[claps his hand on the Doctor's shoulder, and then shoves his hands into his pocket]

Astral Bar, then? I think that'd be easier than finding one back home. Free, and the bottles refill themselves.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[stares at it, for a moment, before smiling, pushing himself up from the chair]

That sounds sensible.

[gently pulls his coat and hat from the hat stand]

[didorothy]

Funny enough, I don't get that one a lot.

[waits a bit for the Doctor, and then starts walking towards the bar]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[follows, staying slightly behind]

Perhaps it's everyone else who isn't sensible.

[didorothy]

There are some days when I believe that.

[when he reaches the bar, he slips beside it, pulling out two glasses and then looking over to the Doctor]

What would you like to drink? I can probably find it.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there are some days when it's true.

[pensive look]

Wine, first type you see.