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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[chasing your crazy sort of twin and stuff is exhausting and worrying, and it's a bit disheartening when He gets away too and is now loose on the streets and things.  So Handy is hoping perhaps the Doctor will return to the Plane or he'll get to talk to someone who has an idea how to handle these things.  For now he is attempting to take a break and he will just be sitting cross legged on the Plane floor, eating a sandwich and playing solitaire with a deck of cards in an attempt to occupy himself.  He's hoping crazy paranoid Doctor's are like watched kettles, and if he stops thinking about it for a bit the Doctor will come to him]

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[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[from a far corner of the Plane Reinette observes him. It would be simple to walk over, and offer a greeting. But simple is not truly in her nature. Especially if she is going to be forced to sit on the Plane in keeping him company. So Reinette disappears, only to reappear in a suitable, casual muslin gown -- elaborately packed picnic basket. The staff at Versailles is truly most industrious. She announces her presence by way of sitting down]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[oh hey, it's Reinette. His mood seems to brighten a bit as he gives her a grin]

What's in there?

[he doesn't wait for her response as he starts digging around in the basket]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Asking questions you are already seeking the answer to.

[she's teasing you]

How charming.

[there are too many good things to name Handy!]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[it's Handy! and after their last convo, the TARDIS feels she must let him know how much she likes him, so she crouches in front of him, watching his game]

Do you requite company?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he looks up at her and grins]

Oh, I'd love it!

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[she's just watching you. uncertainly]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he sees you Lucy but once he spots you he doesn't look at you again, concentrating on what he's doing. his tone is cold]

You were extremely helpful in this entire episode. Thank you for that.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Dorothy feels your pain, Handrew. Not that she's familiar with what he's going through, or anything, she's just mildly empathic, so she genuinely does feel your pain, a little. ANYWAY.

She's stopping in for a few minutes, taking a break from pre-birthday party preparatory plans (alliteration!), having a smoothie, maxin' and relaxin', and apparently now bugging Handy and being a backseat solitaire-player. Yes, she does know how annoying it is.]

You can move that six of clubs, y'know.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks up at her]

I was just about to do that.

[he totally wasn't, but is going to now]

How are you?

[thebadwolfrose.livejournal.com]

[sees him sitting down and walks over to him]

Are you um, ok? Mean, your not like the other Doctor right now, are you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[grins, a little tired]

You mean completely mental? Nope, I still know a Rose Tyler when I see one.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I recommend chemical and psychic therapy.

[obviously, this is how you start a conversation]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You really -

[stops mid-sentence when he gets a look at him]

Oh, no more rod or sash or sandals or robes or whatever else you had there?

[because that is the obvious response to the Master's statement]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Here, have a Brigitta watching you!] ...What game are you playing with those cards?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks up] Oh solitaire. It's not the most exciting, but you can do it with just one person, so it works.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil can't really tell the difference between Doctors yet. All he knows is that one of them is having an identity crisis with the Bad Guy^TM and isn't that fun to be around.

Might as well try. Emil sits across from him, maintaining an acceptable personal distance.]

A card game?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks up at Emil]

Hm? Oh yeah. [after a moment recognizes] You still training then?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Any idea where he is now?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Somewhere.

[sighs]

By the time I got back He was long gone. I shouldn't have let Him out of my sight.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

Huh, I don't think I've ever seen that.

[Hullo! Have an Ace, who rather likes this version of the Doctor]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[awwww, he rather likes Ace, too.]

Oh, you're kidding me.

[he gives her a smile, and gives up on his game, collecting the cards and beginning to shuffle]

All right, then. What's your game?

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

[People here are so

weird

so weird.

Who plays solitaire? Isaiah stands behind Handy and observes, in a dick voice,]

Looks engaging.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks up, unimpressed]

Well it must be, seems to have captured your attention.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[is er a bit late, but if Handy would like to talk, the Doctor has appeared! with a smile just for him, as he has not seen this Doctor for a while and is rather fond]

Hello.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[it's never too late for d!Five! and Handy likes this Doctor a lot, too, so he gets a small smile]

Haven't seen you around in a bit. Last time I saw you, I think you thought you were still Theta.