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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[it's been a while, Plane, but Lucy's back and sitting on the outskirts of that little forest that was brought here quite some time ago. she isn't really paying attention to her surroundings, focused instead on her hands. the ground around her is littered with what looks like pieces of leaves.

oh wait, no. those are butterflies. oops.

Lucy doesn't really seem to care about the carnage, instead still staring at her fingers, each digit stained red. then she starts laughing -- that unhinged, lost-sounding laugh she had when she first came to the Plane

please don't mind her crazy]

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[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Oh... dear. The Doctor's taking the softly-softly approach to this, because Lucy's very clearly unhinged and that's... not good.

And she's also very careful to not step on the... leaves, so as not to make too much sound. Three's a little too focused on the woman sitting there to really realize what they actually are.

Very softly:] Hello?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

['sup LJ, thanks for the notifs :|]

Who's there?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Pretty much.

She keeps the calm, even tone, to avoid startling her.]

I'm the Doctor.

[...Countdown in three, two, one...]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[oh hey, she knows that name!]

What do you want?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

To help. [Probably. She always does seem to.] Can I?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[Hey look, seems the crazy is something they both have an abundance of. The Master wanders over and cants his head at the scene and then at Lucy as she begins to laugh.]

Taking up finger painting?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[crazy is charming!]

I remember them being prettier when I did this before. Why aren't they pretty, Master?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[It can be!]

You've done this before? [at something of a loss for how to approach this.] What made them so pretty to you then?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

We used to go out together, don't you remember? [of course he wouldn't] But they looked so much brighter then. It made me happy to watch them squirm. Why isn't it working now?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[fft, he is in no way qualified for this.] Things change.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh dear...Ne, what's wrong, Lucy?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

They don't look right, Diva. Why don't they look right?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

What doesn't look right, Lucy?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

The butterflies. They're supposed to be brighter.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

They look fine to me. Well, the color, at least.

[seriousmarauder]

[Hope you don't mind dogs, Lucy. There's a very large, very underfed one sniffing at the butterflies. He attempts to nom some of them, but dead butterflies aren't very tasty. Or filling, for that matter. So he glances at Lucy, instead, barely resisting the urge to shift back into his human form and make a comment about how she'd get on with his cousins.

Sirius, unlike some people, does not have a death wish. Most of the time, anyway.]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[she's neither for or against, dogs, really, though she's surprised to see one on the Plane]

When did you get here?

[yep, she's definitely lost it, talking to a dog]

[seriousmarauder]

[Padfoot barks once, as if to answer her question, and wags his tail]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[ohgoodness, barking dog]

Well, aren't you a big boy. Do you like butterflies, too? [aand reaches out to pet him]

[seriousmarauder]

[and now he's shaking his head -- he's not a fan of the butterflies. But he does lick her fingers in return for the petting, cleaning off the blood]

let's see if Mel can manage this without failling miserably

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he stares at the carnage around her. He knows he shouldn't be surprised that she would or could do this, but she still manages to surprise him even now. His tone is a mixture of disgust, confusion and possibly (hidden somewhere really, really deep) concern] What the hell are you doing?

you can do iiiiit

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[oh, look. it's You. Lucy won't even look at him, but her expression makes it clear she knows he's there]

I don't see how it's any of your business.

so encouraging~

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

When I'm nearly tripping over it, I don't see how it's not.

I tryyyyy~

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should start paying attention, then.

Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar *gnaws*

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Or you might try to stop getting in my way.