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[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Narvin, when not fighting the war in his own reality, has been keeping himself busy by exploring the Plane. Ostensibly, it’s for curiosity's sake -- in reality, he’s been examining various areas on the Plane for his own ends; perhaps as a future location for a cache of weapons, or perhaps just to know which areas of the Plane are most heavily frequented.]

[Today, however, the Coordinator has brought his work with him, in the form of a slightly battered datapad. Narvin himself appears worn, tired, and a bit dusty -- the Vaults aren’t exactly the cleanest place on Gallifrey.

[A familiar flash of silver catches Narvin’s eye, however, and he pauses, curious, then steps over to the Kadenwood tree that Straxus planted months back.]

Now how did you get here?

[But the tree is not likely to answer him, so Narvin just shakes his head, sitting at the base of it. It’s a pleasant enough place to do his work, and this little piece of home makes for good motivation -- he hasn’t seen a Kadenwood tree in weeks.]

[Still, it doesn’t take long for Narvin’s exhaustion to catch up with him, despite his stubborn, paranoid refusal to sleep. He stifles a yawn and sets the datapad down, fighting drowsiness. It’s a losing battle, however, and he dozes off, one hand resting on the staser at his side.]


[[Enjoy your sleep-deprived Coordinator, Plane residents. Don't worry, he won't kill anyone with that staser. Narvin's paranoid, but not stupid, so it's set to stun. :) ]]

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[collector]

[Braxiatel pinches the bridge of his nose. In his best, driest voice,] Vampires. Vampires in the Capitol. Do get up.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[It's enough to wake him up, but all Narvin does is glare at Brax.]

Hilarious. Do go away.

[collector]

So I should have just left you sleeping? I'd have thought you'd appreciate not being left less-than-conscious in a public space. I know paranoia is your strongest feature.

[See, Narvin? He does it because he cares!]

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[He's not grumpy, really.]

It's either here or Gallifrey, and I can hardly afford to sleep there right now.

[You're so sweet, Brax.]

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Damon vaguely recognises the outfit as CIA, but he isn't bothered by the fact. Instead, he drops off the Plane and returns with a light blanket and a book. He carefully drapes the blanket over the Coordinator, then sits nearby to make sure nobody disturbs him read.]

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Oh Damon, why are you so sweet? Narvin's a light sleeper out of paranoia, so he's startled awake. He raises an eyebrow at both Damon and the blanket, giving them both an extremely sceptical look.]

...Damon?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[blinks, not expecting to be recognised, then nods] I'm sorry if I woke you. I simply thought you could use the extra comfort.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine is really just here to admire the tree but there's a non-human thing under it.

So he'll just crouch down next to Narvin and stare at him while Narvin sleeps. His robes look so terrible. This is a point of concern.]

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[It takes longer for Narvin to slip back into conciousness, mostly because Argentine is kindly not interrupting his nap. When he does stir, however, he nearly jumps at the sight of Argentine staring at him, his hand tightening on his staser. Irritation and fading panic make his words clipped.]

Yes?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine blinks slowly at him, unmoving and not at all threatened.]

Your manner of dress is atrocious.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[she clears her throat loudly enough to wake him, staring down at him amused]

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[And Narvin snaps wake, surprised enough to pull his staser. When he recognises Bernice, however, he sets it aside, irritated.]

Summerfield. Is there something you need?

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[she is still amused, perhaps more so in the face of his irritation]

I feel there is a fairly easy joke to be made here about civil servants, bureaucracy and sleeping on the job. But as I'm not one to go for the easy punchline, I'll let it pass.

Is there any particular reason you're sleeping under a tree clutching to that there? [her head tilts to indicate his staser.]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Have a tired President standing over him, obviously torn between chuckling and nudging him awake.

Let's go with the chuckling, shall we?]

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear, Romana's the last person he wanted to find him sleeping on the job Plane. Her laughter wakes him, and he sighs, chancing a rather embarrassed glance up at her.]

Madame President.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Coordinator.

[And with that the President takes a seat as well, legs tucked beneath her.] You'll have a better chance at getting proper sleep if you didn't do so out in the open.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Nine is just confused. He can't figure out why the very sight of you annoys him, Narvin. So he's going to pull an Argentine, and stare at you while you sleep.]

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Way to be a creeper, Nine. Narvin's going to stay asleep, just to spite you.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Nine is going to prod you until you wake up, just to spite you back :|]

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

{There's a shadow not far away from Narvin who is feeling like a troll--so Caster speaks with a laugh in her voice}

Oh, you again? You should not sleep so easily in the open, Narvin.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Naptime = ended. Narvin's staser is in his hand before he's even fully awake. This time, however, he doesn't immediately lower it when he catches sight of Caster.]

Oh, joy. Just who I wanted to see today.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

Are you trying to imply that you don't enjoy my presence, Narvin? How cruel.

{The shadow drifts closer} My existence must make you uncomfortable.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he eyes Narvin with distaste, before lamenting] You know, I did like this tree.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

How very nice for you.

[Narvin opens his eyes, giving the Doctor a flat look.]

Oh, it's you. You're looking a bit... younger.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[...My. Well, she recognizes those robes if not so much the person in them. So he gets a certain amount of wariness to start with.]

You'd have probably been more comfortable on one of the couches.