[002] stars shining bright above you

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Because the mun is really very slow about these things and apologizes for it -- a Doctor is sprawled out on the Plane (because the "a" is a necessary article, given that there are, in fact, several Doctors that could exist here at any given moment). His head is pillowed by his hands, and the pull on his sleeves reveals the barest hint of bruising on his wrists, hidden beneath the fabric. On his lower lip and on his right brow are scabbed-over cuts, and on his left cheek is a lovely, vivid sort of bruise.

At the moment it would seem that he has no inclination to move from his spot on the lovely Plane floor, though what he's doing just lying there is anyone's best guess--]

Ah, there's Eta Canis Majoris.

[-- . . . Right. Nevermind that last narration. He seems to be doing a bit of star gazing -- and surprisingly, despite the fact that he's obviously been in a bit of a scuffle, he looks relatively serene. Relatively. By which we mean he doesn't look entirely angry. Much.]

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[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Had a bit of a disagreement, that's all.

How about you? Still not yourself?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

That's not a bit of a disagreement; you''re injured.

[plops down besides him] What do you think?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Clearly it was a really bad disagreement, yeah?

[welcome to the Plane floor, Jack.] Guess not, eh?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Was it an actual disagreement, or just someone being annoyed by you?

[He likes it there; comfier than it looks] Still no luck.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well, you tell a bloke he needs to take up knitting to relieve his pent-up stress, next thing you know he's punching you in the face.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Actually grins at that] Knitting, really?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[rubbing his bruised cheek lightly] Mm. Might've suggested a stress toy. The ones with the bulging eyes, you know. Thought he would've got a kick out of that, really.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Some people lack the sense of humor for stress toys. [Laughs, reaching forward as if to run his fingers over the bruises. At the last second he pulls his hand back though]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

And here I thought they were universal. [he raises an eyebrow at that, but he doesn't say anything]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Not universally accepted, apparently. [He notices the look, and rolls his eyes] I'm becoming paranoid of what I do in this body; apparently I shouldn't even talk like myself.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well, I reckon there's a sort of mental scarring going on, eh? Bit like when you hear a child spouting off swear words.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

.......[Guess who is no longer talking to you Doctor? And he might be pouting a bit too]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Oi, I didn't meant it like that.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[STILL NOT TALKING. And looking away from you now]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[sighing and rubbing his eyes -- and since Jack isn't looking, he probably won't notice the bruised knuckles] Seriously, mate, at this rate I'm just gonna have to start keeping my gob shut.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Sighs and rolls his eyes again] I wouldn't mind if it were just you.

I'm tempted to just sit still in a corner until all this blows over.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[he glances over, vaguely curious] How long's it been so far?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Four days from my count.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[lets out a low whistle.] That's quite a while. Wonder if the Twins are waiting for you lot to do something? Jump through flaming hoops, maybe.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Their probably looking for some obscure thing that neither of us normally do.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Maybe they want you to play Patty Cake with one another.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Or behave like each other.

.....in which case I am never getting my body back.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

What, you haven't perfected the art of flailing, then?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[half-hearted glare; he is not amused] It's not me that's the problem, I'm pretty sure I could pass off as Ryotarou if I wanted to at this point.

Do you think Ryotarou could act like me?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Ah-ha. Good point. He'd throw a bit of a fit if he tried flirting with someone, wouldn't he?