08; I told ya I was trouble [yeah, you know that I'm no good]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Have a Doctor. He's been, uh, indisposed the last few days on the TARDIS and no force in this universe could have him tell you why. As it is, he's wandering around, poking at some of the items left on the plane.]

Not it. Not it. Blimey, this place is starting to look like a dormitory common room.

[he finally finds a trunk he was looking for and turns it over.]

Right, well, that wasn't so hard.

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Right, well it can't be that----

[blink]

Wait, you're what?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Sigh] Working for it, I'm working for Death [Slightly hysterical giggle]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What---what do you do for death?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

I don't know yet [Gulp] it's a recent development.