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championoftime) wrote2011-08-28 10:43 pm
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[Log for Vasilia Aliena]
The Doctor was busily working in the TARDIS, ignoring the furry shape slinking along the floor behind him and trying to pull away a pair of pliers with all its might, when the strange urge overcame him that was hitting so many others simultaneously.
At first, dread hit with it. The last time he felt this way, the Time Lord flu struck him. It was the beginning of the couple of the worst two weeks in memory (yes, he hated it more than the death tolls for the simple fact that he hadn't known what was going on), but still he straightened himself out and staggered to the TARDIS door.
He left the Mongoose to slink around the console room, and headed out in the halls. He went in the direction that made him feel less like retching all over the floor, stopping occasionally to hold on his hat and catch his breath. He was nigh on exhausted when he reached Vasilia's door, knocking earnestly as he pulled out his fobwatch.
"What is this nonsense?" he muttered to himself.
[Private to Dallas | Text]
It seems that I'm going to be indisposed for the next few days. But if you need anything, I'll still find a way to be there.
How are you feeling now about what happened with David? [He saw that unfortunate start of a conversation in David's journal.
The Doctor was busily working in the TARDIS, ignoring the furry shape slinking along the floor behind him and trying to pull away a pair of pliers with all its might, when the strange urge overcame him that was hitting so many others simultaneously.
At first, dread hit with it. The last time he felt this way, the Time Lord flu struck him. It was the beginning of the couple of the worst two weeks in memory (yes, he hated it more than the death tolls for the simple fact that he hadn't known what was going on), but still he straightened himself out and staggered to the TARDIS door.
He left the Mongoose to slink around the console room, and headed out in the halls. He went in the direction that made him feel less like retching all over the floor, stopping occasionally to hold on his hat and catch his breath. He was nigh on exhausted when he reached Vasilia's door, knocking earnestly as he pulled out his fobwatch.
"What is this nonsense?" he muttered to himself.
[Private to Dallas | Text]
It seems that I'm going to be indisposed for the next few days. But if you need anything, I'll still find a way to be there.
How are you feeling now about what happened with David? [He saw that unfortunate start of a conversation in David's journal.
Private/Voice
[Oh he hopes he can talk him out of it. Or he can get in contact with David's warden if there's a changeover.] I would at least like to know what your hoping the end result will be. Not that he'll learn some sort of a lesson from it, certainly. He'll just gain sympathy despite all the terrible things he did, and he doesn't deserve that.
Re: Private/Voice
It ain't about an end result. It's about gettin' even. He started it by goin' after Johnny and I've gotta end it. And who gives a hang if he gets sympathy or not? That's how it always works and how it's always gonna work, even here.
Private/Voice
I'll work out your punishment, though. Let me know what Johnny says about the mongoose and I'll leave some instructions.
Private/Voice
Yeah, you do that, Doc. I'll give you plenty of time to come up with a good one.
Private/Voice
Private/Voice
Private/Voice
When he got the scar- were you able to save him? Or was it something you didn't find out until later?
Private/Voice
Glory, Doc. How am I supposed to know? Goin' by how jumpy he's gotten, he was probably waitin' for one of us to come along for awhile.
Private/Voice
In the meantime, vengeance aside, is there anything you'd like to do for him?