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[the Doctor is in the onsen, looking strikingly different in a Norfolk suit, though he still has his Skonnan gun strapped to side; this is hard to see, however, because he's surrounded by a hoard of ghosts
those who manage to get close enough will see he is utterly expressionless, but this isn't his natural aloofness; no, it's a tense, controlled detachment, and he refuses to look at the particular ghost leading the charge - a young boy, dressed in green and yellow, looking as if he'd been blown apart and pieced back together
as he struggles through the seething, clawing mass, ever growing, he speaks in a tightly calm voice]
Right, then. I suppose I'll bathe elsewhere.
((Feel free to risk the wrath of the MANY, MANY spectres of his long, bloody past! And tell me if you'd prefer a PM or an email, because the Doctor has a nastier Consequence than cake this time.))
those who manage to get close enough will see he is utterly expressionless, but this isn't his natural aloofness; no, it's a tense, controlled detachment, and he refuses to look at the particular ghost leading the charge - a young boy, dressed in green and yellow, looking as if he'd been blown apart and pieced back together
as he struggles through the seething, clawing mass, ever growing, he speaks in a tightly calm voice]
Right, then. I suppose I'll bathe elsewhere.
((Feel free to risk the wrath of the MANY, MANY spectres of his long, bloody past! And tell me if you'd prefer a PM or an email, because the Doctor has a nastier Consequence than cake this time.))
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