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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor, oblivious to the resistance his self is organising, is sitting on the Plane with a cup of tea. He's glad he seems to be alone, for the moment, because he has plenty to brood think about -- and thinking is a bit difficult when your mind's in a drugged haze. Again.

This time, he's chosen the Plane's snow-covered hills for his recovery spot, though he doesn't seem bothered by the snow, or the cold.]

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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{From behind the Doctor,} It was you that was there, wasn't it?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[he blinks, startled out of his thoughts, and turns to face her] Diva? ...How did you -- no, hang on. It was the blood, yeah?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ne, I don't think so. I thought I heard you there, but I didn't want to think about it.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[b'aww, Diva. Nine glances down at the snow.] I'm sorry. You alright, though? Didn't get to see how things turned out.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Not really.

{She walks over and sits next to the Doctor, drawing her fingers through the snow and making patterns}

You're not cold, are you? I like the cold, but it's not the same for you.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

['sup Doctor, River is wearing a coat because she is smart. Sometimes. And she's eying your tea.

And does not seem entirely pleased.]

You're falling into a pattern.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[defensively] Just 'cause it happened twice doesn't make it a pattern.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

It's the beginning of a statistical trend.

[STERNLY.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Is not. [he can be a brat too]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

It is.

[RIVER CAN BE WAY BRATTIER THAN YOU.]

Drink your tea.

[realitymods]

[In perfect silence, Weber walks up through the snow to stand behind him.]

I love cold weather. I can't stand the heat. Sand gets in my hair and ruins the texture something awful. But snow is almost as good as a summer rain.

why am I still awake

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[way to startle him, Weber -- he nearly spills the tea. But he sets it down, turning to offer him a smile] Something else we've got in common, then. ...And I'm glad to see you're alright. [he might've been a little bit worried]

madness, I assume

[realitymods]

[laughing briefly] There is nothing my king can do to me that he has not done before. We have loathed each other for too long to come up with any new torments.

eeyup

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head] Still. Thanks, for what you did.

[realitymods]

I didn't do anything, Doctor.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[she smiles at the sight of him, at first, but then she sees the tea, and her face hardens as her arms cross]

Oh, do not fucking tell me.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[as innocently as possible] What's wrong with having a bit of tea?

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[flatly, as she walks closer] Don't even try it.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[sighs] I've already had the lecture, Kate, I don't need another.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

Tough. I think me and my new scar are entitled. [and then, anticipating his question] The one I got to stop you from going through this again.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[Remus is on his way to the resistance when he sees the Doctor; his eyes are immediately drawn to the tea cup, and he strides to the Doctor's side; quietly] How are you? [his voice is wearier than usual, as is everything about him, really]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[idly, not wanting to add to Remus' problems] I've been worse. [which is not a lie] You holding up alright?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[wry smile] Not particularly, no. [settles down beside him] I haven't died yet, though.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[glances down at his tea] Glad to hear it. You haven't been watching, have you?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[slowly shakes his head] I tried - I can't get through the barrier. And I've... [softly, gaze growing distant] I've seen enough people die.