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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[have the TARDIS on the Astral Plane, obviously preoccupied and seemingly frustrated]

Why will they not listen? Why will they never, ever listen? I grow weary of their constant arguing. [seems to be holding a conversation with someone else while muttering to herself] No, that is not acceptable. Why can they not understand I won't hurt them? That wretched, useless -- did they just shoot at me?

[long-suffering sigh] I am convinced today is a Saturday. There can be no other explanation.

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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

We should do this more often, then.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You would want to?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 'course. You?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I would, yes. Thank you.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

We could always set aside a night a week for it, if you'd like.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

That would be nice, yes. It is ... nice ... to have company.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

It is, yeah.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Then I should like that. Is there a specific day you'd prefer?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

You can choose whichever is best for you.

--as long as it's not Thursdays. Thursdays are paperwork days.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Days matter little to me when I cannot move, Rose Tyler. Today is as good as any day. So long as it isn't a Thursday for you, a week from today would suffice.

...though, why Thursday? I suppose any day is as good as another for mundane tasks, but I find it interesting nonetheless.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Dunno, really. I just always do my paperwork on Thursday.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

That seems a perfectly acceptable answer. Very well. [smiles] Next week, we shall get together again. I should look forward to it.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I will, too.