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]

[looks a little torn, then leans down to pet the kitten]

It's all right. There'll be another way.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

It's all on Ace's shoulders. [It's a sign of how distressed she is that she's actually leaning against the petting] Those Roads--they're bleeding the runners dry, and he has to tend them straight again. The Alchemist's hand is in it, crunching and squeezing, I know it is.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What else can you do?

[also:]

Is there anything I can do?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Can keep the Queen tended and the King occupied. Watch Odin and Leo and listen to the wind.

[...blinks up at him in surprise.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What? I can't want to help?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[.....]

You want to?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yes?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

...you don't like me.