14; There is no "I" in threesome. (Canon updating...)

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

In the bar area...

[have a Handy running his hands through his hair, then looking at what appears to be grains of sand in disgust. he makes a face, then puts the sandy hands out towards Jack and no, he's not Annie trying to convince Sam he's real]
Dead people, that is dead people! In my hair. Dead people!
[Jack, on the other hand, is thankfully sand-free. He seems, if anything, slightly curious]
Dead plants, dead animals, buildings.....
[and the Doctor, unimpressed] You and Christina. Complaining about your hair!
[the Doctor gets a glare, and Handy will just wipe his hands off on Jack's sleeve, since he seems so fascinated by the DEAD PEOPLE sand]
Why are neither of you disturbed by the fact that that sand there is dead people. You should be disturbed. It's disturbing.
[Jack makes a face and wipes at his sleeve]
If you think it's disturbing, why are you wiping dead people on my sleeve? It's rude.
You spend time on a dead, alien world, and all you're worried about is how much you've got on your hair. [sighs, and takes a sip of his drink]
Well you seemed fascinated by it, I figured you'd rather wear it than me.
[to the Doctor]
Maybe I'm disturbed and worried because an entire civilization was reduced to sand? And the fact that I seem to have it all over me might just add to that a bit.
You know, you probably have sand stuck to your shoes. Along with uncovered patches of skin.
[Helpful Jack is helpful]
I've reconfigured the wormholes to make sure that doesn't happen again. Only sand worlds are ones that should be uninhabited.
[sorry Doctor, he isn't even paying attention to you right now. Handy's face falls and he gets a very horrified look on his face, because he totally didn't consider the possibilities of what Jack just said. He will now be hopping out of his seat, and checking out his shoes and trousers and pretty much any part of him he can inspect]
[Jack rolls his eyes, sipping on a glass of water as he watches]
It's just sand.
[sigh] Think it was wrong of me to leave her with the bus?

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[still totally absorbed in this sand business]

It's all over me.

[spots a few stray grains of sand on his sleeve and wipes it off furiously]

I'm burning these clothes.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[she's just going to stare at all three of you] Is there something strange about a world of sand?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, you'll be sitting that adventure out, TARDIS.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[brushes some more off himself and then tries to get some composure]

Well, it's not your standard sand. Just last year it was people, buildings, vegetation. Now....

[sees some more sand and brushes it away]

Now you have sand.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

That is the way of most of your adventures, Doctor.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

All things must die. Were they made of stone? Was it a mass erosion?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oh, not all of them, though. And we get to share the alien worlds, yeah?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

This is true. I have collected a great deal of data on such worlds for you. [tilts her head] What world did you happen to travel to when I was not present this time?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And he is going to be ignoring Handy and his sand business for a moment] Newscaster will get a few hundred calls in London about a flying double-decker bus, she'll probably go off to her next heist, and the city will find a new bus.

The most you have to worry about is what she'll do with that sort of technology.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

They shouldn't die like that, though.

And no, it was these creatures, they created wormholes that devastated the entire planet. One hundred billion people, all sand now.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[half shrug] I was back on Earth with UNIT while these two were running around in the sand.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Does how one dies truly matter? It all ends the same way.

Wormholes? Fascinating. I would that I could see such a thing.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Did you not want to be with them?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I was catching up on some business when they went through the worm hole.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

What is more important than being with the Doctor?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, I know I wouldn't want to die that way.

[a pause and he will be switching to casual and cheerful]

Well, you had a nice stay in the gardens at Buckingham Palace. Lovely day, too. Easter.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Not like Dorothy was eavesdropping here, but... yeah, she totally was. And she kind of agrees with poor Handward. After a bit of a think, she disappears from the Plane and reappears with one of those sticky-paper lintroller things. Aunt Em has them around because of the dogs, but presumably it'd work on sand too! She offers it to Handy, because she's a good person.]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. I do not see a difference in how death comes.

[oooh, she likes this topic!]

Was I? I rather like the gardens there. It is always nice to be among plants.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

More important than being there when they ended up on an alien planet? No. More important than running after him when they were chasing what were supposed to be harmless particles? Yes.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[notices the lintroller and sighs, relieved.]

Thank you!

[and he will now be using said lintroller.]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. I would rather be with him at all times, however.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm glad, I thought you liked it. The Queen does do an excellent job of tending those gardens. And it was spring too, so everything was new and in bloom.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Certainly better than sand, that is true. It always takes so long to remove sand from my systems. [tilts her head] Who is 'she,' however?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she beams!]

Golfball prodigy on monogamous sensitivity training--

[and then she isn't so happy anymore. Actually, miserable. Ah, well. She turns around and slowly starts to shuffle off, muttering nonsensical things sadly]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I think I might understand that sand getting stuck frustration.

[waves a hand, almost dismissive of this 'she']

Some girl on the bus we were on. An art thief or something along those lines. I'm not entirely sure, He knows better than I do. I was back on the bus while the two of them went off.