(no subject)

[allpurposescarf]

I'm terribly sorry, but you've caught me while I'm out. Do leave a note, won't you?

Comments

[asgardsbeauty]

[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.

A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]

Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.

backdated to Day 400

[asgardstricks]

[ 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.

Morning of 416 (backdated)

[beforethewar]

[On Four's bedroom door, there's a note folded and perched on his doorknob, so that it flutters to the floor when he opens the door.]

I know this is short notice, but it's for the best. I am going to be away from Asgard for a few days to have some time alone. You'll find out why soon enough. Please, take good care of Clementine for me. Make sure she knows I won't be in danger. I'll be steering well clear of any giants, I promise.

Thank you both,
Eight

[allpurposescarf]

[Well... that's a thing. Not really one he can respond to, with Eight presumably already well and truly gone, but he can at least do his best to make sure he keeps an eye on Eight's young charge. Someone has to, he supposes, or Eight wouldn't have asked. And since it's him who's been asked... well. He can but try.]

way backdated to day 420

[failassassin]

I believe I owe you an explanation.

[which is his roundabout way of saying 'sorry I tried to kill you, Doctor.']

[allpurposescarf]

Yes, I rather think you do.

[failassassin]

I'm not from Earth. I was exiled there after a civil war on my planet Trion. As you can probably guess, I was on the losing side.

On Earth, I was contacted by the Black Guardian. He told me that if I killed the Doctor, I could get off of Earth. I didn't know you at the time and I was desperate. So I accepted. Thankfully, the Doctor helped me see the errors of my ways.

However, I was cursed yesterday and I thought he was here. I didn't want to do it, you know, but he was in my head! I couldn't get him out!

[allpurposescarf]

Well you couldn't well have been exiled if you weren't.

[It's not how those things tend to go, or at least, he hasn't really heard about it working that way. And with all the traveling he's done he'd rather like to think he'd know about that sort of thing.]

Besides, not wanting to do it didn't stop you, did it? Whether you thought he was here or not. You weren't thinking.

[Post Six going Grey] 439 Late Evening

[sheloves]

[He's been asleep for awhile. She knows and she's checked in on him, fixed him up so he's comfortable, the usual sort of things one does. As she has every evening, she comes by and sits next to him. This time, her fingers are on her bracelet. No note, nothing, just silence from Six. There was an explanation somewhere but she was exhausted and there weren't any answers.

And Four is still out cold. She brushes at his curls with fingertips that were steady hours ago in surgery, but tremble now. He's gone in the same way Six had been, sleep but not really gone, but still gone and-- She lets out a soft huff and kisses his forehead. He's warm and there's no point in going back to her own bed, so she curls up with her head on his chest. Eventually, she does fall asleep, but her dreams are full of time running out and the weight of Six's absence.]

[allpurposescarf]

[Still very much out cold, yes. In fact, his mind is miles away, running through the usual sort of scrapes and adventures that are his normal life. But he's at physically present and that is perhaps better than nothing at all. He says nothing though. He doesn't even really stir as her hands brush through his curls, much less when she curls up in bed with him. There's only the sound of his heartsbeats, slow and steady, as Sarah's stuffed owl watches over the both of them.

He's still asleep when Ril wakes, too, and so it's only the owl that sees her go.

(If he'd been awake instead of fallen to a long sleep he'd do what he could to help; if she stays 'till very nearly noon she may find him beginning to stir at long last, but otherwise there's nothing but a warm bed and them just barely missing each other.)]

[sheloves]

[It's a restless sleep at best, but better than she would have gotten if she'd been on her own. Ril wakes more than once and then gets up to try some tea, maybe make some breakfast for the rest of the house. Ril comes back drained enough that her second cup of tea does nothing to stop her from curling back up where she'd been, an arm thrown across him protectively.

It will never cease to frighten her, how stupidly vulnerable these comas made the people in them. It makes her even more protective, because they're her family and gods forbid something were to happen.]

[allpurposescarf]

[He's still gone when she leaves, the first time. Lost and gone to dreaming and they aren't all the sort that make for comforting dreams. But he's still there when she comes back, even if he's no more awake as she curls back up next to him. So it is that time passes. Hours, perhaps, but in the end there is something, as he finally begins to stir.

He had not, however really expected to wake to find Ril curled next to him and there's a moment of before he speaks into the silence.]

Were you waiting for me?

[sheloves]

[She forces herself to move and it feels like an impossible task, but she's a Pilot. Pilots were made to do the impossible, weren't they? Ril doesn't get very far, maybe halfway sitting before she lets out a sigh of relief.]

Aren't I [her voice doesn't quite make it through the sentence as she reaches for the last word and she's cold again, cold enough that she just burrows herself back against him] always?

day 439. text

[sexyoldgirl]

I have something to show you. It's at the house.

[allpurposescarf]

[It isn't until very nearly early afternoon the next day that Four actually manages to get the text. And given that he's not quite certain how well a late text in reply would be received he simply... turns up, once he's made sure that nothing untoward has happened during his long sleep.

(It hasn't, but it never really hurts to be sure of these things.)

And in any case, it's not long before he's setting off to find the TARDIS, since if anyone would know what she'd been meaning to show him, it would be her.]

[sexyoldgirl]

[She doesn't mind the long wait (nor would she mind a late text) because it's just like him to keep her waiting. Besides, she knows that eventually they'll all show up.

So she's not really surprised when he turns up a day later. Though the TARDIS isn't exactly waiting like she had for the others, no standing around watching the door.]

Find something to distract you?

[allpurposescarf]

[It is like him, yes. But he hasn't meant to keep her waiting, this time. There have been other things standing in the way.]

Oh, in manner of speaking. Just not something I'd meant to be distracted by.

[Voice: Private] Evening, 439

[faceofbeau]

[His voice is calm, conversational, and there's a hint of cheer that, to anyone who knew him, is completely false. Beneath his words, there's a soft clinking of glass.]

I wonder, sometimes, why Earth? You're so attached to it, out of all the planets in the galaxy, all the wonders out there, and Earth is the one you protect as much as you do. Then I'm reminded that it's not the planet you protect, it's the people on it. They're amazing, aren't they? Human beings?

[Voice: Private]

[allpurposescarf]

[It takes a while before Four actually answers. Not so much because he needs time to think of the answer but because it takes time for him to come back from having been more or less gone. Still, once he is back in the waking world he doesn't waste much time in answering. Late he might be and there's not much he can do about that, but it seems like something that's important.]

They really are, yes. And do you know, they never stop amazing me. Sometimes I think there really isn't anything that can keep them down. I've seen them willing to outsit eternity itself, to start a new life. Not many other species would be willing to try that.

[But humanity... humanity had been willing to try, and that alone is very nearly enough to make them worth the effort he's had to put in into keeping one small planet safe.]

audio. 448.

[allbloodyhail]

Hey yo, Doc! ...You're not in the city, are you?

[allpurposescarf]

Should I be in the city?

[allbloodyhail]

...Dunno. Should you be?

Was looking for you is all.

[allpurposescarf]

Maybe I should be. But I'm not right now, although I'll certainly be back eventually, if I need to be actually there for something.

[bossily]

[It's late one night when Clara takes to going out to the garden at the house, in order to take a moment to admire the stars. It was something she did all the time at home, but hadn't had much of the time to do here in quite some time. So she decided to ease her troubled mind by doing it now. So she went out to where she had recently grown rose bushes and a small oak tree, and used her growth power quickly to tend to them to keep them alive in the winter cold. Hearing a noise close by, she gasps and spins about to spot the Doctor on the other side of the garden.

Smiling a little, she reaches up to pull her robe shut as she clears her throat and waves to get his attention.]

Bit fanciful, meeting you out here under the stars.

[It's nice, though, to get a chance to enjoy the quiet with someone she desperately needs to spend more time with.]

[allpurposescarf]

[It's the quiet moments that make everything worthwhile, in the end. And if he can't get out to the stars then at the very least he can enjoy them from on the ground. It's not really the same, but it'll do well enough in the long run. Even if they still aren't any stars that he happens to recognize.

(But that too is reasonable enough. If he hadn't come here, he'd never have heard of the place and so there'd have been no reason to need to be familiar with them.)]

It is, a little. But that's certainly not a bad thing, I'd hope?

[He's glad for the company, too. He's always preferred it over solitude in the long run, regardless of where and when he might have been otherwise.]