celery_love

there are places I remember...

2008-05-05T03:37:54Z

Five has just managed his way back to the Inn after a rather long, tiring few days. While he didn't appear to crack beneath the pressure of it all, it was a narrow escape for majority of his group and even so, casualties...

He tries to keep his thoughts from his face and continues to sip at his tea. The fire is warm in front of him, which helps a little, but he still finds a chilling feeling running along his spine.

He's not sure whether he wants to mourn or keep moving.

Chances are, he'll only have time to continue on.

celery_love @ 2008-03-27T17:45:00

2008-03-27T21:48:06Z

Five just so happens to be lounging in the lobby with a book and a warm cup of tea. He's reading some prudish little novel he found sitting around and is more or less musing on it's literary form.

Occasionally, he will look up and about the room, as though something were hanging over him, waiting for him, but he couldn't quite place it. It was an eerie feeling, but one easily forgotten in the Inn.

Thus, with a sip of tea, he falls back into an amused peace.

dissolve in the sweet burning glow

2008-03-17T02:49:46Z

Five hadn't been expecting to actually make it to the right place when he set the coordinates in the TARDIS. Yet, when he peered out to the area with his TARDIS, he was certainly a little surprised. It seemed to look as the other male had described it, so he hopes that he has the right place.

And the TARDIS had missed Reid, too, so perhaps this is why, suddenly, she's decided to work properly.

Smiling contentedly, he opened the door and slipped out uncertainly, peering about. He doesn't notice a rather boldly dressed blonde woman just staring at him before hurrying out.

He does think he hears her words, though.

"Reid, Reid. You have to see this. C'mon, someone's probably put aerosol narcotics in the air filtering system, but this is so worth it."

---[ AU ]---

2008-02-26T21:52:51Z

Stumbling into the Inn is a little more than surprising for the Fifth Doctor. His head is swimming with thoughts and half statements, running a muck of his own thought processes. He looks about the place wit great confusion, because this is certainly not the countryside he was just roaming.

Leaning against the wall behind him, he lets out a small sigh and runs his hands over his face. as if applying pressure would relieve the tension in his head.

Really, he could probably use a bit of help.

just take your time, wherever you go...

2008-02-25T20:56:35Z

Five has finally gotten around to settling in for sleep. It's almost rather odd, not being able to nudge up next to the warmth of his older Regeneration, but he couldn't quite make himself cross through the Inn to him. He hadn't the energy, so he hopes the other will understand.

So he's snuggled into the warmth of his own bed, eyes falling heavy to the darkness around him, because there's something peaceful in the silence and the soft, whirring of the TARDIS as he drifts into light sleep.

when i was a young boy

2008-02-14T21:09:02Z

Five is sitting in the lobby, trying desperately to entertain himself. He's still only trying to figure out the place, so he's been a bit reclusive. Settled in with a book (note! The brainy specs settled on his face!) he skims the words lightly, finding himself reading the same line over and over, brain not witholding anything from the novel.

Sighing, he thinks up a cup of tea and sips at it softly. Maybe he could find something to keep himself busy with in the TARDIS. Maybe.

Sigh.

ankle straps, maribou, ostrich plumes, shalimar...

2008-02-03T05:32:43Z

Five is feeling particularly pensive today. He's not really sure why, but he just is. Walking across the lawn of the Inn, hands stuffed in his pockets and hat on, he'll look up occasionally at the stars overhead, smiling wistfully.

He could probably call each by name if he tried hard enough.

please stay for a while now

2008-01-18T22:03:06Z

Five had gotten up particularly early this morning and even he isn't too sure why. But he was most certainly surprised to find only a sleeping Reid as the TARDIS' other occupant. He was a little supicious at first, but once he realized the other had not stumbled in, he was surprised.

He doesn't even bother to properly dress himself (as it's the Eighth, really. Who needs hats and sweaters and coats?) and slips over into the other's TARDIS. Being quiet and giving the old girl a good pat before he finds the kitchen. Once a good cup of tea is managed, he slips into the bedroom of the other and sits slowly, carefully, on the edge of the bed. It's with a gentle sweep of fingers through the other Doctor's hair that he tries to rouse him a bit.

"Wake up, you..." He'll murmur, holding the tea realitively close to him so that, perhaps, somehow, it might draw him into conciousness.

going to face the future

2007-12-28T00:12:46Z

Five has been preparing the TARDIS (and really, himself) for the trip to Gallifrey. He's not sure when Reid will pop up with Martha again, but he figures he might want to go ahead and get things set and locked.

He wouldn't want to delay their trip any, especially with how excited they were sure to be.

So he can be found in the console room, mumbling quietly to an eager TARDIS. She just likes to travel, so everything is well.

timey-wimey

2007-12-27T10:28:42Z

Five had been up late reading, diving into countless volumes of Earth's history, because it was always so very fascinating to him. He was detailing his knowledge, and when he had realized he'd been up for far, far too long, he's managed to get to his bedroom.

So here, Eight, have a Five. He's curled up in bed, content and sleepy and warm. He'll be a little ruffled from sleep (but really, you shouldn't mind that sort of cute, right?) and actually still in the land of the unconscious, so here. A narrative offer to you from Fivey's narration.

Bother cute!sleepy!Five as you will.

i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

2007-12-27T07:48:32Z

There is a Fifth Doctor, and he's actually in his study, tidying up a little bit. He's not moving the other's notes or his books, though. He knows how that whole bit works, so he just leaves a designated area untouched.

When he's done with this, he settles in one of the chairs with a cup of warm tea. He's not sure where Reid has gone off to, and he's mildly concerned as well as curious. However, he decides to give the boy the benefit of the doubt and merely sit to enjoy his tea.

The new and improved Team TARDIS

2007-12-23T23:28:55Z

Five is minding his own business, really. He doesn't particularly want to be bothered because he's repairing something beneath the console of the TARDIS. She's been acting a bit sickly, lately, so he's trying to catch up on his repairs to her system.

Whether or not there are any others wandering around the TARDIS, he doesn't seem to mind. Well, unless they're beings of general evil. Those are most certainly not welcome, but friendlies? He'd be perfectly dandy with.

For the most part.

So feel free to bother him, really, all of the technology is going to his head, anyway.

celery_love @ 2007-12-17T22:55:00

2007-12-18T04:12:01Z

Kitty happens to be stretched out on one of the couches of the Inn, feet kicked up in the air behind her and a pencil balanced between her lips. She's been working on her Physics homework for the year. Professor Xavier is allowing her to take the highest level and even that is just too simple. She's nearly got the whole year's worth done and they're only in the first semester.

She finally sighs and rests her head on the book in front of her, merely staring at the fire just a little ways away. She was just bored, is all, so entertainment will be greatly welcomed.

celery_love @ 2007-12-15T19:28:00

2007-12-16T00:38:03Z

Because watching stars and reading books is all it takes to be happy.

Five is smiling again at Eight. This Doctor has him smiling at the nearest drop of a word, action, movement... it's odd. It's strange how this one, singular (in some sense, anyway) Time Lord can make him feel so comfortable.

"Really now? I'm not so sure she'll like my response to that statement, but I'll leave room for interpretation." And smile fades, if only long enough so that he might be the one to brush his lips against those of the other's.