♥ oh be your own strength

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[There is a gigantic four post bed on the Plane. Wrapped in its supple crimson sheets is none but Sirkka herself. Shirt? Who needs a shirt? A lacy purple bra is just fine, and no one knows what else she's wearing since the rest of her is hidden. She doesn't seem inclined to get dressed even though she has tea in her hand and bowl of fruit resting on a small table beside her.

She yawns, evidently more interested in staring up at the curtain than... you know. Putting on clothes.]

Ugh. Why does it have to be four in the afternoon?

[She rubs at her eyes.]

I have a lecture in half an hour. Thank God for the Plane.

[She shifts a little, then gives up and rests her head against the backboard.]

Fifteen minutes.

Comments

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

You're one of the Doctor's favorites, too. I think you have a penchant for making friends.

[She smiles a bit.]

If it's making you uncomfortable, I suppose I could find something.

[oliverplus]

I've got an advantage there! I travel with him. [looking a bit sheepish] But you're right--I think I've been here for a while. Seems like just about everybody I've met since the accident already knows me.

Oh, no! I mean...it's up to you. You've probably already heard about Chloe, so it's not like...you know. [gestures vaguely, keeping his gaze very carefully on her face]