two: twigs & berries

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[And the Doctor wanders onto the blame, mildly bruised and clad spectacularly in very grass-and-mud-stained jeans, and likewise for her white t-shirt. Which cannot very accurately be called 'white' anymore.

She's mildly distracted trying to pick twigs and other nature-type things out of her hair.] -That really wasn't what I expected. The dispute, yes, but I could've done without the pathetic nuts-and-pebbles attempt at a stoning.

[And look! She has a few tiny pebbles embedded in her arm, which she notices and makes faces at.] Still, it worked out all right in the end. [And makes her way to the kitchen for soap and water, because infection is uncool!]

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[oliverplus]

[just looks at her for a moment, one eyebrow raised] You have a Gulliver's Travels experience, or what?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[...ffff. He gets the beginnings of a smile.]

Something like that, but with squirrels.

[oliverplus]

[laughs] Are you serious!? What'd you do to upset them that much?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

They weren't fond of my foreign ways and dangerous ideas.

[oliverplus]

Oh yeah? What, did you try to introduce them to jelly babies? Or overthrow the natural social order? [grins] It was the second, wasn't it?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

-Jelly babies?

[She hasn't really gotten into those yet, sob.]

Might've been.

[oliverplus]

[frowns, a bit crestfallen. he tends to assume every Doctor is Four until proven otherwise] Yeah, you know, little candies? Gelatin? [looking a little sheepish] You don't carry them around?

[smirks] Thought as much. Your arm okay?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[...Nnnnnno, not as such.]

Mm? Oh, yes, it's fine. [It's bleeding.] I just need to clean it up a bit.

[oliverplus]

Yeah... [eyes it skeptically] Want me to get something for that?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Would you?

[Translation: Why, thank you, Oliver, how kind of you to offer!]

[oliverplus]

Sure thing! Back in a mo'. [he drops off the Plane, returning a moment later with a small 27th century medical kit, contained in a white box with a red cross on it] Here, let's get those pebbles out first.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Offers her arm.]

So what have you been doing?

[oliverplus]

[sort of raises an eyebrow, feeling a bit weird about doing this for the Doctor, but he removes a pair of tweezers from the kit. he has a feeling those will make shorter work of the pebbles than his clumsy fingers would do]

Since last time? Not much. Somebody here's stuck in an experiment--he's a kid right now--so I've been trying to keep him busy.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

What's his name? [Random curiosity ftw.]

[oliverplus]

He's got blue hair, and he's American. He's usually a kid anyway--maybe 15? Doesn't like to give his name for some reason. [actually, he did say it as a kid, but Oliver has a feeling Sefton wouldn't want him sharing it]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

And this experiment?

[oliverplus]

Well, I've got no idea why, but for some reason the people who run this place have apparently decided he should be eight years old for now. [starts picking at the pebbles, as gently as he can]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

And they can do that?

[oliverplus]

Oh yeah. [glances up at her] Nobody's really talked to you about this before, I take it?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Not really.

[oliverplus]

Well, basically the people who run this place can do stuff to us--and our homes--when they feel like it. At least, that's how I understand it. I haven't been here that long myself.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

How long?

[oliverplus]

This place makes it hard to tell. I mean, you know, with time not passing at home when you're here. But I'm guessing...a few months, maybe. Yeah. Something like that.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Absently pokes one of the newly rock-excavated portions of her arm.] Where do you live?

[oliverplus]

[sets down the tweezers, fishing out some antiseptic and bandages] Oh, Gondovan. 27th century. Earth Empire--you know. [nevermind his accent obviously marks him out as being from Birmingham instead]