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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[because it's an onsen and there must be shenanigans and also because I'm a horrible person, anyone on or walking under the eighth floor will be privy to seeing a certain time ship nonchalantly pitching clothing to and fro, either around the area and into the baths or over the edge of the floor to lower levels. which may or may not also end up in the water, it's not like she cares

hope you like playing 52 card pickup, Diva. and doing laundry. bwahahaha]

Comments

I smell a comment combo...

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Diva was walking out to take a bath on the first floor, but what's this?}

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Her clothes}

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{And looking up...}

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Y-You!! How dare you?!

Done!

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{So Diva uses her ring to fly the fuck up there because she's going to fuck your shit up :)!}

Brrrrrrrrrrring it

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[the TARDIS just keeps tossing your clothes, Diva. here, have a pair of panties in your face as you fly up here to get her]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Dx Diva takes it off her face}

St-Stop that!!

{FLYING PUNCH!! Except not really. Instead, Diva tries to zap the TARDIS with her love ring}

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[a coat lands on his head]

What's going on up there?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[peeks down, a pretty dress in her hands] Nothing of import, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Doing a little spring cleaning, are you?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Something of the sort, yes.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[oooh, lacy panties :O~ BUT NO - he will be giving the TARDIS a look, and waving the offending panties at the TARDIS above him]

I'm imagining these aren't yours?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[oh, you like them and want them, Handy, don't deny it]

That would be correct.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[maybe *cough*]

Any reason in particular you're tossing around someone else's panties?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Because I do not like her.

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[A dress drops in front of Martha]

[Having used her ring enough that she's exceptionally zen, Martha picks it up and calmly levitates up to the TARDIS's floor]

Did you drop this?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[hiiiii Martha]

No. I threw it, actually.

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

Oh. Why?

[she's almost bothered by how calm she is about everything, but she's too calm for it to worry her too much]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Because I do not like the owner.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[S'up TARDIS, have a Nine wandering up to your floor too. dear sweet Rassilon I need to catch up on tags. BUT HAVE ONE ANYWAY. He manages to avoid the clothes, thankfully.] Er, I never thought you'd be one for messes. Does this mean I can stop trying to tidy things up? [trying. not succeeding.]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[awwww, no worries! the TARDIS will make all your tag worries go away~] No, it does not. I am simply clearing up my own space.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[hooray~. the Doctor pouts though. he likes being messy :|] I doubt your roommate would appreciate her clothes being tossed everywhere, whoever she is.

now without fail html

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[as the Doctor approaches, curious and amused, he gets panties in the face

fortunately, TARDIS, he loves you, so he's smiling as he pulls them off]

Enjoying yourself?

/pets

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[grins at him] A great deal, yes.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[holds up the panties] And whose are these?