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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[have the TARDIS walking about with a glass of some sort of wine. she's so taking advantage of having prolonged, physical projections to finally try things she couldn't before]

I will never understand the fascination with imbibing alcohol. This is the fourth one I've had and I am as unimpressed with this one as the last three. I must wonder why the Doctor insists on keeping it around.

[in other news!]

I've noticed a great deal more people arriving in this place. If we could calculate when a new being in being drawn into this nexus, perhaps we could harness that energy as a means of escape for ourselves. Has anyone tried such a thing, yet?

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[snuggles! because she can] You always make me happy, Doctor, tiffs and spats aside. I should hope I bring you the same joy?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[awww, hugs her now] Of course you do! I can't imagine being without you.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[hugs back! and petsfondlesstrokes pets his hair and neck and back and all over, really] Then you shan't, Doctor. Ever. Even your Master cannot separate us, no matter how hard he may try.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[a bit surprised she's so touchy-feely and vaguely wonders why] I'm don't think so either. You're feeling all right, yeah?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[blinks, surprised at his question] Beyond some basic alterations in my functions due to the alcoholic content of the drinks I've been having, I'm perfectly fine, Doctor. Everything is in order. Why do you ask?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Needed to check, that's all. [beams at her and pats her]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[just...stares at him, because honestly, does he not notice her affection? but then opts to ignore it and just hold him and stroke his hair some more, stealing drinks from his glass every now and again]