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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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[Feb. 14th, 2008|03:59 pm] |
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. |
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[Jan. 18th, 2008|05:01 pm] |
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. |
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[Dec. 17th, 2007|10:55 pm] |
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. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2007|07:28 pm] |
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. |
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