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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[So, basically, the Doctor is sitting under a tree in a nice patch of blue grass, writing away in a notepad. He frowns as he reads it over before just scribbling it all out, tearing the paper up. The paper, luckily for him, degrades into nothing by the time it reaches the ground. He keeps writing, ever hopeful, pausing as if mulling over his words but given the amount of paper ripping he's doing, he can't seem to get them right.]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[He is laughing SO HARD and without any attempt to hide it. He is actually doubled up with laughter.]

And when you tried to hide the future from her! I have no idea what this is, but I love it.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor just glares at him as he rips up another piece of paper.]

I hate it. Oh, look, it must be true.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You must hate me right now, too. But if I asked you how you really felt, oh the things you would say! This is my favourite game in the world!

All right, memory lane for 300! For our 80th year thermodynamics lecture, that time when my project was destroyed for no reason I could discover. Was that you, really?

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

Blue grass.

Somewhere nice, are you? [there is some bitterness to her voice]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He hesitates, looking up at her.]

Not really. I don't like it here at all, ever since this nasty encounter with the Cybermen here a rather long time ago. I can still hear them walking every time I come here. Remember the screams...

[Another pause and he's a bit relived.] Right, so, anyway, how are you, Martha?

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{blue grass dissolving paper WHAT IS THIS MADNESS}

I would suggest that you waste paper by not considering what to write first, but it seems of no consequence.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He glances up and laughs.]

Ah, well, I won't know if it works unless I write it first. So far, no, it's not working.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

...{:|a}

You're the guy that gave me that communicator a while ago, right? I never got your name, so sorry about that part.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He blinks.]

Oh, sorry, no, you must have the wrong person. Well, the wrong one of us. Was he wearing what I'm wearing? More or less.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{And last but not least, a vampire hooker. Who sits in the grass right in front of him, and tries to catch a note before it hits the ground; not to read it, but just to see if it'll dissolve.}

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor looks up and smiles at her. He tears a sheet out of the notebook and hands it to her.]

This is secret keeping paper. The moment you rip it anywhere that isn't the top, it dissolves, taking anything written with it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What are you writing? Or trying to write, as it were.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Lies.

[Well, he can't lie, so he had to answer that right anyway.]

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

This can't be good for the environment.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

It isn't made of trees, so it's fine.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack was going to ask the Doctor what's wrong. But when he gets close enough, he finds himself wanting to reach forward. So he does, fixing his hair]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor didn't hear Jack approach, so the first notice that Jack is there is the hand fixing his hair. He frowns and looks up.] Oi, I thought you liked my hair.

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[Have a curiously apathetic looking Bai wandering to a halt!] ...Hello.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He looks up and smiles brightly at her.] Hello, lovely day, isn't it?

[tomysister.livejournal.com]

[while dodging her own work, spies the busy Doctor.]
What are you working on?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He glances up and sighs.]

A sort of personal project. Testing a theory which, so far, is not supporting my hypothesis.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[just gazes with bemusement for a moment, before shaking his head] I'd lecture you for littering, but that seems taken care of. [walks closer, gaze sweeping the blue grass before meeting the Doctor's eyes] Frustrated?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.] I try not to litter these days. [But then he sighs and nods.] Quite a lot, actually. I would like to be able to lie again.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[Susan has been spending a lot of time on the Plane lately, though she hasn't been mixing very much. She's still waiting for the High Council to decide what they're going to do with her and her Grandfather.

But her natural curiosity can't be curbed entirely, and she can't resist coming over to see what he's up to. If nothing else, it might be a distraction.]

... what are you doing?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He can't help a softer, more genuine smile at Susan.

The problem comes when he opens his mouth.]

Trying to lie.

[He pauses, then wrinkles his nose.] I have to get used to that.