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[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor is in his arm chair, the aged but elegant piece he took from his TARDIS so long ago; his head lay back against the cushion, his eyes lightly closed as he rubs his temples

he looks quite relaxed, quite unaware, but of course he never is

on his lap is a tattered notebook, opened to a page stained with all manner of grisly liquids]

I really do wish my worlds would refrain from being invaded until I'm around to prevent it.

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow - he does not stalk you at all, Five, really] Your worlds? That's different.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[his eyes are open immediately, and he's smiling wryly] Well. Worlds I've helped - that I try to keep helping when I can. Not such a difference, really. [pointedly] I'm just a bit more organised than the rest of me.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[chuckles, shaking his head] Now that's an alternate universe. A me who's organised.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[flatly] Quite. [the smile lingers, though] You're capable , you know.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Anybody I'd be familiar with?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[glances up at him] Have you ever been to Aneth?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Thirty....sixth century, I think? Had a small job there.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Is that... b-blood!?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Some of it, yes. [his hand falls lightly to the notebook, gentle folding it shut; the cover isn't quite so messy] Better?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil looks so pale he might pass out.]

Oh... Martel...

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Hey! Brigitta hasn't spammed you in some time! SPAAAAAM] Things never go right.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head, letting his hand fall] Not on their own, no.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Rarely with assistance either, you have to roll with the punches... And deal out a few of your own.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[hi there, Doctor, have a typical Time Lord who doesn't like the look of that notebook...] Claiming ownership of planets now, are we?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he's gazing with slightly narrowed eyes, a firm set to his mouth] In a manner of speaking. They're my responsibility.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

You do like undertaking such tasks, don't you? [glances at the Doctor's choice in clothing, but says nothing. he doesn't remember him wearing such an outfit at that botched execution.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Hi! Dorothy's gonna stand over you, peering at your notebook, because she's slightly tactless and exceedingly curious.]

Worlds? As in plural?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[faint smile] Quite the vast plural, too, relatively speaking. [tips the notebook so she can see it better, though it's written in an alien language, obscured by tears and gore]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Dorothy can't read the writing at all, but she certainly knows blood when she sees it]

That's a lotta responsibility for one person to handle. I have trouble with just the one.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Careful, Doctor. Your Knight In Bloody Armour personality will start showing soon.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[smiles in greeting; he missed you, shh] I do hope so. One has already seen the evidence, I thought I'd reveal it before he decided to.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And who would this unlucky person happen to be?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[takes in his words, and peaks at the book in his lap]

What happened?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[gazes up at him, revealing a weary, worried expression]

Aneth has been invaded. I'm not sure by which force, but the planet has been secured and the signs are clear. I assume they're after the Hymetusite, but I know very little for certain.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[hesitates, a little uncertain] I don't remember ever being this involved in it before.

You all right?