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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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Oh, he did. I'm just not particularly good at them.

Are you familiar with the concept of the onryo, then?