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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]

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.