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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Look who's back after his epic battle! And just waking up, it seems. His abdomen, back, and arm are all bandaged (rather poorly, thanks to a certain Founder), but he's healed enough so that blood isn't pouring out of his wounds. His nose looks a bit more bent out of shape than usual.

The Doctor tries getting off the bed he brought with him from the TARDIS medical bay and wandering around, but after a few failed attempts, he decides to rest for a bit longer instead. He's still glancing about, though, hoping he'll catch sight of Emil.

And yes, he is entirely shirtless (and jacketless) despite the chilly weather. And y'know. The snow. But this hasn't seemed to occur to him yet.]

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[derp. have a guilty look] Er. Sword fight? [:D?]

i wish i had my icons to keyword WITH. :(

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

...Sword fight.

[stares for a second]

Did you have a sword, or were you being used as somebody else's shield?

*PETS*

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[annoyed] 'Course I had a sword! It's still around here somewhere.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

What on earth were you thinking? You look like hell!

[someone is unimpressed, sir!]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Oi, I've had worse!

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Is that so.

[marches over and pokes one of the bandages, quite sharply and briskly]

That's gonna leave a hell of a mark. Who patched you up, a scarecrow??

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[squirms! ow. D:] No poking!

[and then, an awkward pause] Er. ....Omega.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

...Omega.

[epic, epic frownyface, nine.] Is this the sorta thing you normally get up to when I'm not around? Getting yourself all beat half to death and having to get repaired by Omega, of all people?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[have a frownyface back] He saved my life, Dorothy. You've got to give him some credit.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

I haven't got to give him anything.

[pauses for a minute, then sighs]

Hold on.

[she drops from the plane, and reappears a minute or so later with a thick woolen blanket, which she drapes over his shoulders, frowning]

Can't stand to see you out in this weather without anything on you.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[pulls the blanket around himself, smiling a bit] Thanks. And I know you don't like him, Dorothy, but....he really could've just let me die. I'm still not sure why he didn't.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well. People like him tend to only think of others in terms of what they can use 'em for. Don't you start trusting him on account of him doing this for you, y'understand? He's not a nice person.

[protective!Dorothy is protective! :|]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[his smile turns wry] Bit late for that, I think. Our universes have merged further already...he can wander about the whole TARDIS now, just like you can.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega's talent for interrupting conversations is uncanny, really. So as soon as he sees Nine on the Plane, he scowls, marches over, and wordlessly grabs him, fully intent on dragging him back to the TARDIS.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

...Hey!!

[she steps between the two and not entirely gently gives Omega a warning shove]

Hands off, the man's injured!

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[he gives Dorothy a grateful look, and glares at Omega -- that was his bad arm!] What she said. Watch the wounds, will you?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[...ow. Warning shove + half-healed ribs and slashed up chest = pain. Omega flinches and pulls away angrily, glaring at both of them.]

I am fully aware he is injured; I was there. I did not, however, save his life so that he could risk it again by coming here while wounded.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

So what, you're his nanny, now?

[It is clear that somebody does not like you, Omega.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

He's my companion, Dorothy.

[whether you like it or not, Omega :|]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

It is clear that he cannot take care of himself.

[Omega is not amused, Nine. >/]

I am not your companion.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[to Omega]

No, you're more like a stowaway. Oughta be chucked overboard mid-flight.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[firmly] Dorothy, that's enough. I'd trust him with my life, just like I trust you.

[and with a significant glance at Omega] You're both companions of mine, whether you like it or not. So try not to kill each other, yeah?

[and with that he drops off the Plane himself, annoyed. you are both, of course, entirely free to follow :|b]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[leveling a condescending look at Dorothy] Luckily, I am not a member of your pathetic race -- I can survive being thrown into the vortex.

[to Nine, before he drops] I am beginning to regret not leaving you to die.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[To avoid saying something she might end up regretting, Dorothy drops from the plane pretty much right away to Nine's TARDIS.]

He's just so... mean!

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Nine is still on the bed, though he's petting Mortimer now, and he glances up with a sigh]

A good chunk of that is my fault.