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[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex is used to being trapped in places for long periods of time against her will, so she's less concerned by the current events on the Plane and more... annoyed.

At least, she was. Right now she is stumbling through a busy section of the Plane with urgency, her head whipping around as she searches for something she hasn't found yet.

If your character is to approach her now, whether they've met her in the past or not, they will find her face change from panic to tender recognition. She stands completely still, as if no one around her exists anymore, a calm smile claiming her face as she stares at your character.]

... Molly?

[She'll approach your character quickly, tears brimming her eyes as her smile turns into a desperate grin.]

Molly, is that really you? What are you doing here?



{{ooc: In other news, Alex has been canon bumped to the end of 3x03.}}

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[ex_fatalist246]

[Oh Christ no. Satoshi takes one step back.] I'm not Molly.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Oh come on, doesn't Satoshi want to be mistaken for an adorable English schoolgirl?]

Oh, sweetheart, I've missed you too.

[...Obviously whatever he's saying isn't what Alex is hearing. >.>]

[ex_fatalist246]

[Only when he crossdresses, thank you!]

[This comment inspires another step back.]

You're hallucinating.

[It's worth a try.]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[It's kind of the same! Only it's... Hallucinogenic cross dressing!]

No, darling, I can't come home yet. But I will soon, I promise.

[It was a nice try. :/]

[ex_fatalist246]

[As the direct approach isn't working, Satoshi puts his hands in his pockets and considers how to best diffuse this problem. He doesn't have psychological training in the slightest, regrettably. He'll have to see if anything he says actually comes through.]

Where is home meant to be?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock has the luck of being an empath at the moment and this is just painful. Of course, besides twitching from all these feelings, he manages to get out a bit of wit.]

I have terrible luck with people named Molly.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[As if he didn't say anything at all, Alex just keeps going. For Sherlock, it's probably as if he is hearing one side of a phone conversation.]

You shouldn't have followed me here, sweetheart. I know, I know. I promise, I'll be home soon, as soon as I'm done here. Yes, Molly, you will have the best birthday ever, I promise. I love you, too.

[There's a litany of emotions parading through Alex right now; hope, happiness, relief - you name it, she's probably feeling it. Poor Sherlock.]

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[He definitely is and it makes him squirm a bit. While he's getting better at defending himself against it, it nonetheless is very uncomfortable at best.

As calm and slow as possible.]

You are hallucinating. Your daughter is not here. You need to wake up.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex is still smiling cluelessly, but something falters in her gaze.

The look of recognition fades, and she blinks a few times, looking around her again before fixating her eyes on Sherlock. The smile is gone from her face, and all those waves of emotions are replaced with just one - complete despair.]

Have you seen a little girl? She was here, right here, only a moment ago.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Somehow, the change in emotions isn't any better. He winces at it but stays mostly composed. It will only be worse if he acknowledges it.]

There wasn't a little girl. You were hallucinating your daughter, projecting it on me.

[superoptimistic.livejournal.com]

[she stares at Alex, before looking around herself for Molly, and then something seems to click]

I - I think you want to be in the onsen.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex's face goes expressionless for a minute, and she seems to pull herself out of the haze. Shaking her head gently, she stares at the girl in front of her.]

Pardon?

[superoptimistic.livejournal.com]

You belong in the onsen. You'll be much more comfortable there.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I belong anywhere, honestly.

[She peers at the girl.]

But why there?

[superoptimistic.livejournal.com]

Everyone belongs somewhere.

Hm, if I had to say, it's because - it's because there are others like you there, and it's a much more relaxing setting, too.

If you're having trouble finding your way, I can take you.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[her voice is intent, but sympathetic] No, it isn't. Molly is somewhere else - somewhere better, I hope.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex pauses, falling out of her trance relatively quickly, and when she sees Molly has been replaced by Kate, her eyes begin to brim with tears.]

I... my daughter. I just saw my daughter here.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[her eyes widen, and her mind is struck by so many memories of children torn from their parents, in one way or another] I'm sorry. It's happening to a lot of us - seeing people...people we want to be there.

[reaches into one of her long coat's many pockets, pulls out a worn but clean piece of cloth, and offers it to Alex]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Hesitantly, Alex accepts the cloth, dabbing at her eyes and nodding.]

I've been away from her a long time. I suppose it's something a parent never gets used to.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know. Not from the parent's end, anyway. [...shakes her head] We should get to some proper shelter. Not that I can't handle rampaging zombies, but I'd rather save my bullets.

[bit_impossible]

[the Doctor looks--well, he's rather surprised. he's never been called "Molly" before, for starters]

What? Who, me? [points at himself]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She smiles fondly.]

Of course you, silly. Come here, give me a hug.

[... I'm so sorry, Doctor.]

[bit_impossible]

No, I'm not, but! I won't say 'no' to a hug. [he opens his arms. who doesn't like hugs?]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Without hesitating, Alex wraps her arms around him, closing her eyes.]

Mols, I've missed you so much.

[bit_impossible]

[he lets her hug him for a while longer] Alex, can't you tell something's not right? Well, unless your daughter is as tall as I am, that is. Then this argument doesn't exactly work...