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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Dorothy's having a bad day, folks.

Her clothes are spotted with bleach and burned. She's covered head to toe (well, almost. Her shoes are still astoundingly sparkly) in soot. She's missing a few buttons from her blouse, and one of her sleeves has been entirely ripped off. Suffice to say, she's a little pouty.

Stomping to the little kitchen on the plane, Dorothy heads straight for the fridge and sticks her head in it. She's either looking for something specific to make her feel better, or she's just enjoying the cool temperature. Either way, you'd have to be pretty blind not to notice the severe GO AWAY vibes she's telegraphing into the atmosphere. Blind, or unobservant. Or you have a masochistic streak. Or you think you've got the stones to try and cheer her up. Or you just don't care and need to get in the fridge WHATEVER.]

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor is both unobservant and masochistic]

Dorothy?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[keeping her head in the fridge, she doesn't even bother looking up. Really she's GUESSING as to which tennant this is. If it's one of the ones she's not currently being rude to to make a point, she can always apologize later.]

What do you want?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Um, well, I was---

Well, I was---

Have you got a minute?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Do I look busy?

[...well, Dorothy, you've got your head in a fridge, so, a little, I guess. But she probably intended it to be somewhat ambiguous on purpose, because the more she flummoxes him, the better. Ha.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Are you desperately seeking frostbite?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

It's hot out.

[the way she bites off that little phrase is pretty clearly indicative of precisely how thrilled she REALLY REALLY ISN'T to be talking to him at the moment. Also it was sort of rude! Rather different for her.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor blinks off of the Plane, then returns with two highball glasses filled with a green liquid and lots of ice]

Here.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she peers over the fridge door at him, at his proffered glass, and momentarily allows herself to ponder what exactly that green stuff is, and very nearly asks before she catches herself. Instead, she chooses to fix him with a frown and a stare.]

What do you want.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Currently to give you one of the two beverages in my hand.

[he drinks from one then reoffers the other]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she takes it, closes the fridge door, sets the drink on the counter, then turns and leans against the counter, her arms folded over her chest.]

Well?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[oh, look! Something's happened to Dorothy's clothes and the Doctor has JUST noticed]

Rough day?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[.............well.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[drinks more of his own drink]

Bit of a nasty scrape, yeah? Anything interesting? Monster? Magical...thingamabob---thing?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

None of your beeswax.

[pointedly ignoring that drink, condensating away on the countertop. She's about a minute away from tapping her foot impatiently.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[nod]

Planning on hating me forever, then?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Until I get a reason not to.

[which in her estimation is probably forever, yeah.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Guilty until proven innocent, then? Or one too many straws for your back? Just isn't fun anymore?

I know when I can't win.

[which doesn't mean he won't continue to try]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Angry again! Yay. She REALLY hates having to explain herself. Let's play a game, it's called Is There Anything The Doctor Can Do That Won't Piss Her Off Worse? You start.]

I liked you plenty 'til you gave me reason not to. Or did you forget already?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Dorothy, if I could take back those weeks, believe me, I would. In a heartsbeat, they'd be gone and all of the terrible things I said and did with them. But I can't. I can't unwrite the past.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

What's your point?

[she's got her arms folded, apparently just waiting. This one's gonna take a little more effort than that, Doctor.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[long sigh. This is an effort]

I'm sorry, Dorothy. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'd never want to.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[There's a long pause while she stares at him]

...It's a start.

[she picks up the glass and peers into it, frowning]

What is this, anyway?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[smiles]

Aloelimeade. Cools, refreshes, and also calms any skin abrasions. And it's quite good.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a Look for a few seconds, then takes a sip of the drink. It's pretty good, but she's not about to concede anything just yet.]

So.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

A needle pulling thread.

[coughs, then rubs the back of his neck]

Did you fight with a psychic---sorry, magic creature?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she raises an eyebrow]

What makes you think that?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I can't imagine you getting into an argument in a bar with someone holding...is that acid or bleach?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Bleach. It was the only thing around they had to put the fire out.

[she shrugs] I've had worse.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[the fridge has delicious food, and a Dorothy inside it, too. He will be going for the concern and perhaps cheer up approach]

Anything good in there?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she very nearly grumbles out loud, but manages to catch herself in time, because what if it's one of the ones she isn't pissed at? So she peers around and oh look it's her very favoritest tennant of all. :D]

Not really. Mostly cheese, for some reason. Too hot for cheese.

[So she grabs a beer. And pops the bottlecap with her belt buckle. welp.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[makes a face]

Cheese? Why would it be mostly cheese.

[moves around and sticks his head in]

There is an outrageous amount, isn't there?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

I stopped asking questions about things like that a while back.

[and she stands back, takes a swig from her beer, turns around and leans back against the counter.]

So. What've you been up to lately? Haven't seen you in a while.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Probably for the best.

[still rooting around]

Oh you know, this and that. Been here, there, everywhere. All that sort of nonsense. What about you? What's got you in the state you're in?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

I... I don't wanna talk about it.

[she'd be more self-conscious, if she had the energy, so instead she just takes a nice long swig of beer, and then sighs. Ahhh. Coolth.]

Let's just say, if you ever get invited to visit a tribe of people that live inside a volcano? Don't.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[pokes his head out of the fridge and turns around to face Dorothy]

A volcano? Oh, I'd think you'd know better than that. In the films, things like that are always nine time out of ten bad news. Then again, it is inside a volcano. Must've been just a bit exciting at the very least, I'd think.

[thinks this over and then shrugs and is back to searching, now rooting around in the cabinets]

I'm not even sure what I'm looking to have.

[usagipino]

[There is a random bunny girl, randomly, sitting on one of the counters and playing her melodica. She doesn't even look up when Dorothy walks in.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[...well that's a very strange girl playing a very strange instrument, but she doesn't suck, so Dorothy is going to enjoy it while she sticks her head in the fridge. Ahhh. Much nicer than the inside of a volcano.]

[usagipino]

[Pino kicks her feet a little and starts swaying from side to side. When she notices Dorothy listening she beams.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry that the farm burned down and all the poor cows became well-done steak.

Oh no, now I'm hungry. Good think I'm in the kitchen.

[goes looking for food]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[from still inside the fridge, because damned if she's gonna quit what she's doing just to toss off a witty rejoinder at a Time Lord today]

You're lucky it wasn't the farm.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why? I don't care about it. [hey, there are cupcakes in this pantry? Awesome! The Master's gonna get him some of that]