[Video]

[championoftime]

[Warden Filter]

[Have a screen full of Doctor, who looks like he just blindly turned on the journal to video and didn't care about the setting. Collar is loose-ish, tie is hanging around his shoulders, his blazer isn't on and he's rubbing his eye as if he has a headache. Eyes are squinted tightly shut.]

My inmate murdered William Cooper with a plant toxin. I'll be remanding her to Zero after I speak with her. [Wince.] The method of dispersement was through a spray bottle. I'm going to tend to the matter. [And he blindly sort of flail-clicks off his journal.]

[Private to Persephone]

We need to talk. Can you meet me in my room?

Comments

Warden Filter

[knowsthepeople]

What kinda toxin?

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

[He's frowning at the Doctor's rumpled state.]

What have you been doing? [Pod-person? Doesn't sound like it, but the message was very brief, and right now anything out of the ordinary has Narvin on edge.]

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[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

Your inmate? As in the goddess Persephone?

[Armand shakes his head.]

Those plants are going to hate me.

Private

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

Are you all right? [Because you don't look it.]

private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

It couldn't have got in the food, could it?

[Private.]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

I suppose.