08 December 2011 @ 04:54 pm
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[There's a strange man in Time Lord robes roaming the halls. He's been watching conversations and following along, taking in what's happening. But he doesn't want to intrude. He knows that for some reason that he shouldn't.

However, more than one psychic presence has coaxed him out of his room, away from the irritated TARDIS that's very familiar to him (she doesn't like this psychic aggression, she doesn't like it at all). And now he's trying to keep track of where the most damage is.]
 
 
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championoftime: 7.2 - the Other one[personal profile] championoftime on December 13th, 2011 04:50 am (UTC)
[To respond mentally, he'd have to drop his barriers. So he speaks.] Thank you. [He places his hands on the railing to stare over into the cosmos.]

Might I ask what it is that you are, madam?
T'Pol'Hath'Zal: come here so I can eat your brains[personal profile] scaryfacemelter on December 15th, 2011 04:06 am (UTC)
[Her chin tilts up, and she looks down her nose at him, just a little.]

Vulcan. [Again, it's unspoken; she's much more interested in studying him, and mushing at this barriers.]

And what are
you?