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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[there is a Lucy on the Plane. she's standing near the desk her little!self had brought, idly flipping through the pages of one of her maths texts, her expression flat. is she upset? sad? indifferent? who knows. but she is looking. and, after a moment, she turns to the eight-track player, almost hitting 'play' but pulling her hand away instead.

finally, she takes a seat in the chair, which is a bit small for her, but she doesn't seem to mind, and pulls out another book on the desk. those with good eyes will notice it's a little girl's diary. that brings a smile to Lucy's face and she tucks it away into a handbag before standing.

and just so you all know? she remembers her experiment. all of it. have fun with that]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[considers going over or not, and with a sigh he finally does]

So, all back to normal then I suppose?

[gives her a look, still feeling awkward and trying to make that go away]

Well, relatively normal, considering.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[gives him a look, as dispassionate as she ever is around him]

How considerate of you to ask.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'll take that as a yes.

What are you planning on doing with all this then? Just pitch it?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

It's always so pleasant to know you never change.

[sighs, looking over the things] They're hardly worth anything now, are they? I've long since been rid of them. What's the sense in keeping them now?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Why would I want to, especially if it's keeping you pleased?

[pause and then shrugs] I don't know, it meant something to you at one point. I'm sure there's some worth in that.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu was just walking by, but upon seeing Lucy, she slows, but doesn't stop. Mu's unsure if this woman was the cute little girl, but they feel the same.]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[and she spots Mu and smiles charmingly, because (s)he was quite nice to her during her whole ordeal]

I see they're still toying with you, unfortunately.

[lamb_of_gold]

[A smile in return!] I tell myself it could be much worse. Hello, Lucy.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

It certainly could. You're quite lovely, for what it's worth. [curtsy! for old time's sake] Mu. I'm ever so sorry if I caused you any fuss.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Diva never got it, so she sneaks up behind Lucy, putting her arms loosely over Lucy's shoulders}

Ne, this is the deck that a little girl brought, isn't it? She had the same name as you, you know.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[that's not gay at all, Diva]

Did she? [she'll just let you keep thinking it was someone else, then] I was just wondering where it came from.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Nope! Aw, but didn't you like your bff?}

What did you put in your bag?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[Lucy loves her BFF like woah]

Oh, just a book I remember from when I was little. Don't worry, Diva. I'll put it back. I'd never take from a child, after all.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[have the Doctor, with one of those experiment-plants that has, apparently, bloomed]

Been gone a while, haven't you?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[she gives the plant a look-over, somewhat sad to see it isn't dead, then smooths her expression]

I'm rather surprised you noticed.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well. [save face here, Doctor?] Yes.

You notice when you're missing a thorn in your side.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

How terribly witty of you. Did you get help for that one from your little friend there?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he stands behind her, then leans over her, his palms pressed on the table before them]

Actions that have been done, even those erased or buried or repented, are immutably present, influencing the threads that suspend Time. My people knew that better than most, though even they would deny and destroy what cannot be made into oblivion. No thing is ever truly forgotten.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[she can't deny being somewhat startled, though she relaxes quickly, a dry laugh escaping her lips]

There are times I'm not sure whether I want to forget, or to remember everything.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Forgetting is for cowards. I don't remember marrying a coward.

[one of his hands moves to her shoulder, the other to his arm; he lowers his mouth to her ear]

But I don't remember marrying a traitor, either.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[shudders, closing her eyes]

I'd never-- [swallows] I'd never betray you, Harry. I was a fool and I made a mistake, I admit. I know I was wrong but I would never...

[she steadies her breathing, fingers twining around the handle to her bag] No. I'm being a coward again, aren't I? Making excuses for myself. I hurt you. I hurt you and it was my choice. It doesn't matter I was an idiot to do it.

What do Masters do with cowardly, traitorous wives, then?

[notsomechild.livejournal.com]

[Hello, you look somewhat familiar. Clef can't quite place it, though. He has some ornate books tucked under his arm and he seems to be looking for something, or someone.]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[oh, she recognises you! and has a moment of embarrassment because pffft she was such a precocious child but she'll still be polite]

Can I help you?

[notsomechild.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes, actually. I was looking for a girl by the name of Lucy Cole. I wanted to give her something.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Are you now? I'm afraid she's stepped out a moment, but I'd be happy to hold onto it for her? She's a dear friend of mine, after all.