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[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brigadier is once more on the Astral Plane... with paperwork. a lot of paperwork, actually, and a notebook that he keeps occassionally jotting things down in. he looks rather tired; he's actually been at this for a while, so he's popped off to the Astral Plane, with his desk, to get it all done without losing more time]

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[watches him from a distance, quietly concerned for his obvious exhaustion]

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brigadier continues his work, though he pauses for a moment to drink some of his coffee - and notices the TARDIS in the process. he nods at her]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[returns the nod, then makes her way over to him, head tilted to the side, inquisitive] What are you working on, my dear Brigadier?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Paperwork, two sets of it. From my reality, and Miss Noble's version of it. [he taps his pen on the notebook] And I'm keeping track of the differences that are coming up.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Why have you taken such a heavy load on yourself? [kneels beside him, looking the papers over] And how do you mean, differences?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[Donna has coffee, Brig! Two mugs, because she figured she might as well have some too. She sets down a mug for him] I can help with some of it, at least.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brigadier nods] Thank you. Some of this I needed to double check with you.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[leaves and returns with a chair for herself, which she sits in] All right! What do you need to check?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he passes her the notebook and a pen] If there's any mistakes in that, towards your end, they need to be corrected.

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

Uh.. um... y-you are feeling better?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brigadier peers up] Perfectly fine, Miss.

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

Oh, g-good. [Relieved, she is.] Um... do you do... paperwork for this place?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

No. I just have paperwork to do in my reality.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack walks up behind the Brigadier, placing a hand on his shoulder] Somebody looks busy.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he glances up] Always some bit of paperwork to be done.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Bit? [sighs, scanning the Brigadier's desk] This is what I have Ianto for; I could never sit around and do all this.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

I don't like handing my work off to someone else.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[studies him, for a while, before walking up to him]

Anything I can help with?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Hm? [he peers up] No, Doctor, I'm fine.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[mildly, resting his hand on a clear part of the desk]

You don't look it.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Just a good deal of work lately.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You do your own paperwork?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he looks up] Of course.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

All of it?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Yes?