just a twinge of cosmic angst.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Time Lords do not have Bad Days. At least, they do, but they tend to come in cosmic angst - planets burning, companions dying, an entire universe collapsing, etc.

Maybe it's a backlash of her time trying to be dull and ordinary, but the Doctor has had a bad day. You can tell by the way she walks in a little dizzily, dripping with some substance that isn't quite water, and the bandage on her nose, and the bruise along her cheek directly to the right of that, and the way she aims herself for the nearest couch and flops onto it stomach-first. And Chesterton - we did mention Chesterton, didn't we? - follows along, looking considerably better-groomed than she, and proceeds to lick her hand, whining intermittently. HE HAS A GOOD PLAN TO MAKE HER DAY BETTER, come help him.]

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[pactum.livejournal.com]

[If she's too distracted to look around her, then she might not notice Emil, who was one of the people to save her from the death match, approaching! He seems to be minding his own business but when he sees the border collie he can't resist.

He makes a few doggy noises (soft barks/yips) in Chesterton's direction, trying to get him to come over.

... What? He talks to animals all the time! He also makes pacts with them. And, you know, he's got the power of the lord of all monsters under his belt.]

[collector]

[Chesterton, you underestimate the value of tea. A cup of tea has somehow found its way into the Doctor's hand, and this cup of tea is attached to the hand of the Braxiatel that has somehow found his way in front of the Doctor. We could infer that Braxiatel is giving the Doctor tea.]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Three makes a grumpy 'oh dear Rassilon what NOW' noise before grasping hold of the cup and lifting it up cautiously to work out what, exactly, she's just been handed.

Chesterton, meanwhile, is whining at Braxiatel. FIX HER D:]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Chesterton eyes him. And then whines back at the Doctor. And then eyes Emil again. Rinse, repeat. He is sorry, but he cannot leave his Time Lord right now. However, if he were to venture closer, then Chesterton may be willing to chance the attention.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Well, fine. Emil will walk over then, and just... stand in front of the couch with his hands on his hips.]

Hey, you're not dead. [Fake surprise, there.] Don't you ever feed him?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Thank you, Emil.] Of course I do. [If her tone is a little more snappish than usual, than we're sure she'll apologize eventually. But she's not in the mood for this right now.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Clearly.]

You might not be a human, but you're still being pretty stupid. The dog is trying to get you to feel better and you're ignoring him. He's only going to get more upset.

[He drops to a crouch and reaches out to let the puppy sniff his hand.]

Whatever is going on, you should let go of it for now. It's not healthy for you or for your companion.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

I beg your pardon?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

You heard me.

[collector]

[Braxiatel looks down at Chesterton, who is much more pleasant company, thanks lots, and reaches down to pet the dog] I know, I know. But we do our best, don't we?

[Yes, he's consoling the dog about how difficult it can be to help Displeased people.]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[asdjkhfakjsdf. She glances down at Chesterton, though, and her faces softens. She resettles onto her side to make room for him to jump up on the sofa with her and offers him scritches, pointedly ignoring Emil.] Sorry about that, old boy.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Chesterton makes pathetic faces. PATHETIC ONES.

And Three groans a little from her place.] I heard that. [And she resettles so she can be semi-sitting up with the cushions propping her up - unfortunately her body's trying to sort out a small cocktail of poisons and well-meaning cures and she needs a few hours of rest before she can not feel dizzy and so on - so she can drink her tea.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Awww, cute.

Emil shuts up after that and starts to walk away. HIS JOB HERE IS DONE.]

[collector]

Did you? I couldn't be sure.

[doggy can get skritches]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Sulk. Chesterton gets more attention that she does.] My ears do work.

[collector]

[Chesterton doesn't get tea!] Are you sure? You look, forgive me, 'run ragged.'

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

I've had a long day. Still, I can't imagine how that would affect my hearing.

[collector]

Then I suspect you have not been around enough people who have had long days.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Mine didn't involve any explosions or loud noises, no.

[collector]

I didn't realize you could have days that didn't involve explosions and loud noises, Thete.

[Brax offers a dog treats to Chesterton. It isn't entirely clear why he had one.]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Occasionally I like to mix it up a little with mad old acquaintances who carry bricks around in their purse.

[It's because he loves Chesterton and was hoping desperately to see him again. Obviously.]

[collector]

[trying to think of which old acquaintances of the Doctor's carry bricks around in their purse]

You haven't walked into the set of 101 Dalmations, have you?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Not the last I checked, no.

[collector]

Just checking. What happened?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

A comedy of errors. Jamie and Jo and Zoe had a good time, anyway, and I suppose that's the important bit.

[collector]

[Braxiatel pauses for a moment.]

[With dread:]

Don't tell me you had a date.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[She makes an amused face at him.] No, but there was a bit of attempted inappropriate conversation.

[collector]

[a thoughtful frown] Koschei?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Iris Wildthyme, actually. She has the subtlety of a - [She absently touches the bandage on her nose.] - a brick to the face.

Though he was there as well.

[collector]

Ah. [Iris + The Master = Long Day] Shall I get you something for it?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

I've already had several somethings, and I doubt there's anything for it but a few hours to let my body sort it all out.

[collector]

Then you should find something to occupy you in the meantime. We could watch something together, if you liked.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Awwwww movie night?] And what would you suggest?

[collector]

I'm not sure. Chesterton, what do you think?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Chesterton feels that he should be given more treats. Also, Three should have treats, too. And then they should go play!! IT WOULD MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER. :D?]

[collector]

But Chesterton, I only have treats for you.

[Oh, sorry, Doctor, are you still here? Brax is engaging in a conversation with your dog. Either he is very good at understanding dog-language or he's bluffing and well.]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[THEN CHESTERTON WILL SHARE THEM WITH THE DOCTOR.

Three looks vaguely touched. Awww, her puppy is so cute and sharing.]

[collector]

Why don't we watch 101 Dalmations, then?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

The animated one.

[Not that the live-action one isn't brilliant also, but... er.]

[collector]

Why, of course. I'm sure I have a recording.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Are we taking hold of the theatre?

[collector]

Or I could set up a player here. Whatever you prefer.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

I had just gotten comfortable.

[collector]

And they call me the sedentary sibling in this family. Very well. I'll go get the player. Chesterton, watch her while I'm gone.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't worry. I'll give you back your title in a bit.

[Chesterton makes alert faces. YES SIR MR. BRAX SIR.]

[collector]

[Brax ruffles Chesterton's head, then vanishes. He returns a little later with a small cube. He sets it down on the table, edges his way into the sofa the Doctor is sitting on (LEARN TO SHARE!), and hits a button on the cube. A screen immediately pops up in front of them, counting down to the start of their film.]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't want to share. D: She wants to stay where she is. But fine, if he insists then she'll sit up and be dizzy. While Chesterton abandons her lap so he can rest his head on Brax's. Sob. Her life sucks.]

[collector]

[Braxiatel seems to consider this all amusing and he fondly pets Chesterton, apparently unconcerned by the Doctor's distress. (He would have offered to be a footrest, but Chesterton claimed him as a head rest, first!)]