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[Mar. 27th, 2008|05:45 pm] |
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. |
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[Mar. 16th, 2008|10:39 pm] |
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." |
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[Feb. 26th, 2008|04:40 pm] |
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. |
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