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The Eighth Doctor ([personal profile] beforethewar) wrote2029-12-02 08:29 pm
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asgardstricks: (somethin that i must have done)

backdated to Day 400

[personal profile] asgardstricks 2014-02-10 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.

His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.

It's also accompanied by a note. ]


Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.
madcuriosity: (Oh dear!)

Early Morning 411||VOICE

[personal profile] madcuriosity 2014-03-01 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
DOCTOR! DOCTOR, father's collapsed and he doesn't... he doesn't remember ANYTHING and... he's missing his bow tie and I don't know what to do! He says he's fine but I know he's lying!

[The Doctor can be heard in the background, insisting he is fine!

Alice clearly does not believe her father because he lies... a lot. Because he is a liar who lies.
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Edited 2014-03-01 22:33 (UTC)
comeonthensexy: (→131)

VOICE

[personal profile] comeonthensexy 2014-03-01 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ From the background, while he starts rummaging around the cupboards: ]

I am fine!
failassassin: (faucet tap of death)

backdated to day 421

[personal profile] failassassin 2014-03-30 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
So a few days ago, about the Black Guardian...apparently I was cursed. [and man alive does he sound bitter about it.]

He's not here.

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comeonthensexy: (→151)

[Action] 431, shortly after the flood business

[personal profile] comeonthensexy 2014-04-12 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ When every inhabitant of the city are making their way through the devastation and what water is left, Eleven makes his way over to Eight. He'd been looking through the castle and its ground for anyone he may recognise, but Pyro had been nowhere to be seen, and now he's finally done his daily check on the contact list ...

And Eight is the only person he knows who was more than just an acquaintance to Pyro, possibly. Or, at the very least, knows a thing or two about him or feels fine to talk to about it. ]

Pyro's gone.

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torchwoodteaboy: (vulnerable)

Day 432; video

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2014-04-15 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ianto waits until after things have settled down - well, until Jack has settled down - before he messages them. He's managed to get Jack to talk enough to know what the Doctor did for him, and while Jack might not be the type for this sort of thing, Ianto is.]

Doctor? I'd like to speak with you, if you could spare a moment?

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sheloves: (fate is coming)

[Action] [Post-Six going Grey] Very Super Early Morning 439

[personal profile] sheloves 2014-04-27 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Six isn't home. He hasn't come home, and granted, she'd worked a hospital shift that was two in the afternoon to eleven and had gotten in around eleven thirty, but after more than two hours of staring at the ceiling with quiet panic gnawing at her, Ril calls it. Tea doesn't help, a bath doesn't help, and she doesn't necessarily want to wake anyone because it's nearly three in the morning or thereabouts.

What she does do, is wrap herself up in Six's robe, which dwarfs her, and pads into Eight's room. She promptly curls up next to him and hopes to the gods it'll help. Even if sleep won't come, it's better than being alone.
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sexyoldgirl: (Mum's The Word)

day 439. text

[personal profile] sexyoldgirl 2014-04-27 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I have something to show you. Come by the house.

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faceofbeau: ({∞} Something's not quite right)

[Voice: Private] Evening, 439

[personal profile] faceofbeau 2014-04-29 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack's voice is empty, devoid of any emotion or feeling. It's one of the few good ways he knows of coping. One of the other ways, although one he partakes in far less, is the quiet clinking of glass in the background, barely there below the sound of his voice.]

I never did thank you- for what you did during the flood. I know Ianto did. He's good about that kind of thing. Always picking up on things I missed, or forgot.

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sheloves: (in the middle of the night)

D445

[personal profile] sheloves 2014-05-08 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ril hasn't slept much or consistently since Eight's been gone. She drags herself to the castle, sits for awhile, pokes her head into Sigyn's welcome hall, wanders over to Baldr's, too, and can't seem to still. A trip into the hospital sees her right out the door and into a coffee shop, then back out into the streets with a brief stop home, where she deposits her shoes and walks barefoot just to feel the ground beneath her. The wind catches at her green, blue, and butterfly caftan that she's cinched around the middle with a soft butter yellow tie. It's at odds with her bright red and white streaked hair, which is decidedly wild in the cool breeze.

She finds it odd that she's not cold and stops in the middle of the road to turn her face upward, grabbing what sun the party cloudy day could offer before it was hidden once more. She wonders if she's mad in a quiet sort of way, because today nothing hurts, and she feels distant, perhaps numb like one might feel if they've had something entirely too spicy. A burning, tingling numbness.

So many holes unfilled. So much loss. So much haze.

She was a Pilot. She could survive this. No one would come murder if she were going mad. No one would do that here.

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sheloves: (600!zzz)

D465 CW: Post Torture

[personal profile] sheloves 2014-07-12 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[After Gray's torture of Ril.]

Ril took a wet breath and knew that she wasn't where she'd been. It didn't taste like dust anymore, it tasted fresh and green as she tried to move. When she did, white hot pain slammed through her. So much was broken from her ribs to at least one leg, her fingers, a shoulder, her collar bone, a cheek bone, so much of it. There were slices and stab wounds, some shallow, some not, and she tried to roll over only to be instantly reminded why she didn't want to be on her back.

There was a soft choking, bubbling, gasp as she stared up at the partly cloudy sky. Fire lanced through her body again and again, tearing sounds from her as she tried to make herself roll back over. Even the soft grass was too much. Each tremor brought yet another wave and she fought to clear her fuzzy mind enough to think. Her hair was matted, dark with blood from where she'd been hit, her clothes stained with it, stuck to the places where it was drying.

She shifted, finally rolled, and with sheer determination, began to drag herself through the grass toward the back steps. Familiar back steps. Home. Ril made it up the bottom step before she blacked out with the wind in her hair, the cold of it bright against her smashed cheekbone.

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teamug: (Default)

Backdated to Day 501/502..ish

[personal profile] teamug 2014-09-06 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shortly after her talk about feelings and things with Jamie, Clara's still caught up in a near panic. Feelings are hard work for her, and she needs to talk to someone about this before she panics and does something stupid. She can't go to her Doctor yet, not after so recently speaking to him about this. She doesn't want him to look at her with that smile he gives her when he thinks she's being cute and painfully human, that patronizing one that makes her feel incredibly stupid. So she goes to Eight instead, and waits until he's alone at home to approach him with a tap on the shoulder.]

I need your help with something, Doctor.

[She just jumps right to business. No point in small talk, not when anxiety is clearly shown on her face.]

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sheloves: (just stay there)

511

[personal profile] sheloves 2014-10-09 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
(OOC: Very shortly after this fiasco.)

[She sits on the porch for a long while, balanced on the railing just-so, thinking. Culture is a sacred thing for many, and her own is very different from many across the stars in how they band themselves together. She isn't stupid or ignorant -- she had been forthright with her own Doctor when she found herself in that terrible mess with Hawkeye.

Ril would be forthright again, with his Eighth self, because he was not Antedan and he did not have his Sixth face's experiences with her. It was the same and it was different. She leans her head back against the support column and finally moves.

The porch is no place for hurtful things, she had already been there once before and it had not gone well. There is no room for 'this will upset you' talks, no matter how much she loves him. She moves through the front door quietly, puts the tea on. Will he run? Will he yell? Will he tell her to go leave?

Will she be able to hold her ground? This is not war. This is something she ought to be good at -- this is love and it is a deep thing. She supposes, as she looks for him, that she should prepare herself for any and every possibility. But she knows that this is not any easy thing.
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Doctor? [Her voice carries down the hall, up the stairs, drifting past the room that would never quite not be his Sixth face's. Her eyes are on it, though she is at the bottom of the stairs, and she turns away a moment later. Ril can hear the kettle tick, tick, ticking.]

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shinybaldhead: (talk to the hand)

action; during the fires in the courtyard

[personal profile] shinybaldhead 2014-11-29 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gunn greets the Doctor with a lift of his little hot chocolate cup, a tired half-grin on his face. It's been a long few days for him, but Freyr had made a request, and if Gunn was gonna drink the cocoa, he might as well try to help out. Not that he really understood how touchy-feelies really did anything tangible, but... ]

So, uh, stranger. Got a minute?

[ He's amicable enough, at least. ]

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allpurposescarf: (this is serious business)

431; action

[personal profile] allpurposescarf 2014-12-06 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Dying's the easy part, almost. Mostly in that he's done it before, but it's still easier than he'd expected. For all that the thought is terribly morbid, but he figures he's allowed, given that he has just died.

He doesn't come home at first. Too many thoughts to deal with, but eventually even he realizes that there's something that he should see to. Not relating to himself - the less said about his death, the better - but he knows that he's not the only one who worries after Ril.

By the time he makes back to the house, he's looking very distinctly morose. Like he doesn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but has to be anyway. Which isn't far from the truth, but he does his best to at least not focus too much on the thought, as he sets about finding his older self. None of this is going to be easy, he suspects, but at least he'll have it done.]

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