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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[Lucy appears on the Plane near where she'd previously brought her bed and other things, sitting primly at a vanity, attempting to apply a bit of foundation one-handed since her right wrist is currently broken. her gift from beneath the tree is sitting on the desk, still unopened. she glances at it occasionally, but for the most part remains uninterested in it (on the surface), more concerned with finishing her makeup than anything else. or at least, that's how it looks]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[puts his hands on her shoulders]

Lucy?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[is startled, but looks up, watching him through the mirror, and smiles charmingly] Harry.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Your wrist, Lucy.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. [fingers the bandaging distractedly] It would seem Miss Jones and I don't get along very well.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Martha Jones did this?

[madamemoiselle]

{Looking at her wrist}

Ne, Lucy, what happened to your wrist?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[glances at it herself, then gives Diva a warm smile] Oh, just a bit of a spat with someone. It's nothing, I promise.

[madamemoiselle]

But you're hurt. It doesn't come back for Lucy, does it?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Come back? What do you mean?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, I mean, Lucy is human, so it'll be a long time before it's better.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[steps over to her, concern on his face]

What happened?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[glances at him, goes back to her makeup] Nothing I can't handle.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[eyes her wrist]

Well, I am a doctor.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[makes a non-committal noise] Does that make me your patient?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

No, it just qualifies me caring.

[glances over his shoulder, just in case someone's looking]

What happened?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[frowns, debating on whether or not to go over. finally he sighs and approaches]

You all right?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[hears him and doesn't even try to mask her annoyance, though she eventually puts on an insincere smile] Positively splendid.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[gives her a look]

I was just asking! Something obviously happened to you.

[eyes her wrist]

But fine. You're splendid.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Yes, it did. And I'm fully capable of handling it on my own.

[goes back to her makeup, sniffs derisively] Shouldn't you be travelling or somesuch nonsense?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you are.

Not at the moment. [his tone turns light and cheerful as he starts picking up brushes and bottles and powders she isn't using, examining them] Besides that, I don't want to get too invested in anything, in case certain people need alone time.

[didorothy]

[you know what? It's about time they meet. Because right now, Sam doesn't even know the Master has a wife]

Are you all right, luv?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[awww, Sam, that's almost sweet]

Hmm? Oh, yes, I'm perfectly fine, thank you, ah...?

[didorothy]

Sam. DI Sam Tyler.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Sam Tyler? Ah, yes. I've heard a lot about you from Diva. A pleasure, I'm sure. [offers a hand] Lucy. Lucy Saxon.

[didorothy]

[he relaxes slightly into the hint of a smile, and he shakes her hand]

You know Diva?