YES I'M A BIT LATE HUSH

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[have a battered, messy Doctor! he's without his coat and gloves, leaving him in a blood-stained white silk shirt and torn trousers; he's stiff and sore and breathing heavily; he's clutching a sonic blaster in one hand]

Every planet we've been to has been horrific.

[the dashing traveller, exposed and exhausted, laments the tragic state of the universe he longs to better]

So far, we've been trapped in a supposedly abandoned sanatorium - [he grimly raises his slender yet toned arm, mottled with needle marks] Oh, do stop it. Was it really necessary to follow me here?

[you should never split up, you know; I wonder how your handsome young apprentice is faring]

He's not my - [deep breath]

In our last escapade, my friend was infected. With what, I'm not certain, I've never seen its like before.

[a great scientist, he's frustrated with the perilous mystery that has already taken so many lives]

I was wondering if anyone has experienced something similar, and if you managed to stop it. It may not last past this experiment - but then it might.

[troubled by tumultuous emotions, and fearing futility, our anxious hero begins to pace]

I am not anxious. I am concerned.

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[ooc; Tags will be slow as I am at con, but I couldn't help myself]

Infected? Do you have a sample of his blood? I may be able to analyse it for the chemical substance and help you produce an antidote.

[blinks at him] Are you certain you are well? You did not talk to yourself quite this much, that I can remember.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

((and mine will be slow because my net sucks! I AM GLAD I AM
IRRESISTABLE

also HI STAR))

[smiles at her presence despite himself, before slipping his hand into his pocket]

Someone - something, rather - seems to be narrating my life. It's distinctly annoying.

[as he retrieves the fragile vial he fears being just as vulnerable in front of a woman he loves]

...Oh, really, that's just trite.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[ooc; See what I mean? I ONLY JUST GOT BACK TO THIS but hi Ash!]

Narrating? To what purpose? For what reason is it trite?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

((THAT IS PERFECTLY FINE))

I've no idea. I feel as though I've been plunged into - have you seen any bad horror movies?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Bad horror movies? I do not believe so. What constitutes such a thing?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Ah. Well. [vague gesture] Rampant clichés, hackneyed plots, daft protagonists, cheap monsters. You'll get them in most places that have developed that sort of entertainment.

We've been running into all of them.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

And are they causing you pain? [tilts her head] Is that to whom you speak? Is it common to address a horror movie?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She sits a short distance away, watching him and kneading fretfully.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the lone doctor's eyes widen, conflict brewing in their ocean's depths]

[a mutter about mixed metaphors, and then a cautious smile] Hello, Cy.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Shiver.]

...I don't know why I'm doing this... I might as well just disappear, like her. You have Nyssa, you have everything you need.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the smile freezes and cracks, and he takes a step back]

Cy. You're not - you're pulling him from my mind. This isn't you.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She rocks back and forth.] It hurts to talk to you like this, but I'm still trying. At least I'm trying.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[swiftly steps forward and kneels down; intently]

You are not Adric. Do you understand me? Adric is gone.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She has her hair tied back and is still smeared with blood from when she tried to clean up Crowley's flat.

After. You know. Almost killing him.]

Ah... Signore, it's everyone, I think.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[would say that's very considerate of her

wry smile]

I'd suspected, but I meant...specifically.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Goes to push her hair back--and o hai, gloves. She pulls one of them off.] Well, Chris and signores Hei, Aziraphale and Crowley all hear the same one that I do.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the traveller feels a flare of jealousy]

Really? Your realities must have merged, then, or started to.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes! [Quite happy about this.] I know Chris and signore Crowley have, so I guess that means signore Aziraphale has, too? I don't know about signore Hei, but I hope so. I'm-- [Ack] Um. I'm staying with signore Crowley right now. [G-GUILT]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[listens intently - and then his brow furrows]

Henrietta, did something happen?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Have a pale, careworn Misaki.]

I take it you have a voice following you as well.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately. Is yours extensively melodramatic?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

No, just extremely annoying. [She rubs her eyes.] He keeps blowing my cover.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[frowns] That sounds hazardous. Mine can often be used as a handy distraction.

[steps closer] When was the last time you rested?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I think the more pertinent question is when did I last rest well. [Deflecting? Misaki? Never.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[wry smile] All right. When did you last rest well? [is the master of deflecting]