022 - Before You Finally Go, There's One Thing You Should Know

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Misaki is in the bar, nursing--a cup of coffee. Plain old coffee, no alcohol added. It's not even coffee so much as drinkable mud. She looks tired and angry and upset, and vaguely like she's been crying and is trying to hide it. She stares into space for a moment, looks down at the mug, and then lays her head on her arms and to all intents and purposes falls asleep.]


[[SO Misaki traded her voice for one of the translation notepads. So she can't talk, but she can communicate! The pad translates whatever is written on it into an acceptable language for the reader.]]

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[contract_star]

[Hovering at a distance, because he doesn't want to bother her, but he also wants to make sure she's okay.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[You're going to have to do more than lurk to see if she's all right, Hei. :| ]

[contract_star]

[Takes a few steps toward her, trying to see her face, which is of course buried in her arms.]

[Quietly in Tibetan (since there's no fucking way he's speaking Gallifreyan again after the Master's warning),] Misaki?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Twitches in surprise and sits up, soundless. There's a pad of paper on the table that has her name written on it in Japanese.]

[contract_star]

Ah...sorry. Didn't mean to startle you.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't say anything, instead writing something on the pad and pushing it over to him.]

How are you feeling?

Italian

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You all right?

Not as if you could understand me....

Lol Mute

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She startles awake, and for a moment looks furious when she sees him--then what he's speaking registers. She shakes her head and doodles a message on the notepad and slides it toward him.]

No Italian here.

...no anything, actually.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Pushes aside the coffee-- because it's clearly a sacrilege, then nudges her arm.] Misaki?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She jerks awake, nearly knocking the cup over in the process. There's a little pad of paper under her arm with the kanji for her name on it, not that Ianto could read it anyway. :| She relaxes when she sees who it is and nods in greeting.]

Italian

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...can you understand me?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Waits for the notepad to translate for her before scribbling a reply.]

More or less.

Italian

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Looks at the notepad, before looking at her curiously.] More or less?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Scribble scribble] The notepad translates for me.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack watches her for a moment, taking a seat at the bar besides her. He seems to be deciding between waking her up or letting her be]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[SHE SENSES A DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE. Er. She's a light sleeper and really tense, so yeah--snapping awake, grabbing his wrist and bringing her gun to bear all in one smooth, half-asleep motion. And then oh look, she registers who it is and puts the weapon away, shaking her head in a sort of apology.]

Gallifreyan

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack just raises an eyebrow, by now accustomed to having a gun shoved in his face. He smiles at her, shrugging slightly] Don't worry about it.

Re: Gallifreyan

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[And she looks down at the little notepad in front of her, where kanji appear! She writes a message back and watches with interest as it morphs into the Gallifreyan alphabet.]

What language is that?

Gallifreyan

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He looks curiously at the notepad, obviously interested] Gallifreyan; it's what Timelords speak.

More importantly, what is that?

Re: Gallifreyan

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[....crap.]

It's a notepad.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[have a very cautious and toned down Doctor peeking in] ...Misaki?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Sharp jerk and she grabs the bar. Yeah, another nightmare. Pffft. Her movement knocks a pad of paper with the kanji for her name on it to the floor. She starts to bend over to get it, sees him, stops.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[shifts a bit] Sorry, I just-- Erm, right, well. I was going to try to write a letter and leave it for you. Well actually I wasn't going to leave it so much as use aerodynamics to land it next to you but then I decided not to do that and then I ended up scraping the whole letter idea anyway. [that was basically all in one breath!]

Uhm, hullo. You look like you could use some tea.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Her anger deflates like a flattened whoopee cushion. She sighs, and upon her notepad, scribbles,]

You're an idiot.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he glances at the pad and a brief smile flickers over his face] I think it's part of my genetic code. [he walks forward, sitting next to her, frowning again] Sorry. To both of you. Sometimes you feel like there's something you should do, otherwise you're not really helping, you know?