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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?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[she's just watching you. uncertainly]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Speak before I think. I'll have to learn to keep that in check.

[and he sounds like he's teasing as he says that too. Oh, and there really are a lot of awesome things, which he is unpacking now. He stops after unpacking a bottle of wine and looks up at Reinette]

Did you do all this yourself?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he looks up at her and grins]

Oh, I'd love it!

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[makes herself comfortable, still focused on the cards] What are you doing?

[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.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[he can't see it, but her eyebrow just hit her hairline]

I haven't even done anything yet.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] Keeping busy. Playing cards. Would you like to play?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I would like that, yes. [finally watches him] Do you have no better ways to entertain yourself? Are you not with your other self?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[still refusing to look at her] You told Him you were Lucy's evil clone and had killer her.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[hesitates his mood going down a bit]

He's not Himself at the moment. I think it's one of these experiments. Is there a way to stop them, someone to talk to?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[sniffs] I told him repeatedly I was myself, but he refused to listen. He is the one who suggested I was holding 'Lucy' hostage, and when I asked what he would do were it true, he ran with it. He also suggested I had killed her. I never said I had.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[there is an eyebrow arched at his smart, tart response. She laughs]

I quite efficiently made the request that it be packed, yes.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

He is unwell? [frowns uncertainly] I do not know. I am unfamiliar with causing experiments to cease. What has happened to him? Are you well?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. He on the other hand, He thinks everything is fake.

[looks down for a moment, hesitating]

He even thinks you're a fake in our world.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

...he does not believe me real? What has she done to deserve that?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks up at her finally] Really? Because...He said you actually told Him- [pauses and then laughs] - This entire thing is ridiculous. I suppose it's because things were all ready a bit too calm, had to add on completely mental and paranoid to spice things up a bit.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[laughs] Oh, I'm quite good at that, too. My go to recipe is making reservations. I make them brilliantly.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

You actually believed something he said of me? [laughs cruelly] And here I thought you the smarter of the two, at least. Though I'd hardly call this place calm.

[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]

Nothing. She hasn't done anything. He's just unwell right now, and .... I don't even know. He doesn't trust anything. He thinks I'm fake, you're fake, everyone is fake. Even his sonic screwdriver is fake, He thinks.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

How cruel. [reaches out to cup your face] For both of you.