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[refusing]

[Well, here's a face that might be familiar to some people. Looking entirely perplexed by life, even though she knows what's going on. It's just taking some time to sink in, and she's rushed to send out a message because there's some people she desperately hopes are still around.]

So. I was here before. But...then I wasn't? I was here, but I left, and now I'm back again.

[Cue a very confused and frustrated Rose. Her cheeks puff out a little on the tail end of a sigh, and she gives a shake of her head.]

Typical timey wimey stuff, then. Same as always. Even without the Doctor around, it always seems to happen. Which is just great. Really, it is.

[Cue the most sarcastic smile ever. It doesn't last long, however.]

Those of you that don't know me, I'm Rose Tyler. [Have a big, warm, sincere smile and a handwave.]

Anybody out there that does know me? Go on and check in, would ya? Don't make a girl worry 'bout whether or not you're still around.

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[survival_isnt_living]

[This, ladies and gentlemen and anyone between or outside those definitions, is what you call a boyish grin. Septimus' green eyes gleam with light-hearted pride.

Someone is definitely far too pleased with himself.]

In the wake of the announcement about vouchers, I have a related one. [He holds up a stone, flat and about the size of his palm. Of course, he's six-four, it's quite respectable. It also has a faint tint, not quite a warm glow.] This is a firestone. Not too creatively named, I admit, but it does about what you'd expect: provides warmth.

It's not as hot or quite as pervasive as a fire--my people use the related coldstones to keep storage cool in summer, or these to keep plates warm for serving, simple things. But they ought to do just fine for smaller--and less intrusively smoky--sources of warmth. Piling a few may bolster the heat enough to let it radiate a little more, I haven't tested it.

[He feels a little bad for not thinking of the coldstone thing in summer, but those are also far more difficult to make. Firestones are fairly quick and easy.]

Anyone caring for the eggs found in Sinbrilee: if you have concerns about their well-being and want a way to provide them a little comfort, just let me know. I'll get you a few. The same offer goes to the clinics, though it may take a little more time.

It does take time and effort, including away from healing. Those I can provide. Everyone else [and here the grin turns mildly lopsided and chagrined, this whole working for a living still feels foreign after a lifetime of privilege] one or two juulan per.

[Okay he totally won't ask for it from kids or in extenuating circumstances, and probably reduce it if someone wants a lot. The offered variance is for individual discretion.]

I also have vouchers like the other clinics. As ever, come by WA-3A whenever you need to.

[[ooc: feel free to action here or handwave; if you want a log, he has a catch-all here.]]

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[unobtainableredemption]

[Even though he had been shown how to use the console in his suite close to 5 times now, Kaine still finds himself fiddling with it when the feed turns on. There was a reason why, after buying him a laptop (with Kaine's money) and multiple attempts at teaching him how to use it, his friend Wally just accepted the 3 AM visits whenever Kaine needed to run a simple Google search. But the clone was desperate, and now here he is.

How desperate, you ask? Well, he's currently wearing an over-sized, tacky "I <3 NY" souvenir t-shirt and an expression that's a cross between a pout and a scowl.] Where can I buy a normal shirt? I'm down to this one and there's no way in hell I'm wearing it again. [A pause.] For the record, by "normal shirt" I mean a t-shirt or something along those lines. I'll take a jacket at this point too.

[He shifts in his seat, discomfort pouring out of him as he tugs at the hem of his comically large shirt. He hates asking for assistance, but he's been searching for something for a couple days now and keeps coming up empty.

His face turns to a scowl again when he adds:] And to the person who took my good shirt--you know who you are--I want it back. Take this one.

[He pauses after that, as there's something else he wants to say, but doesn't actually want to say it. The thought of asking it causes him to grit his teeth, and the beginning of it comes out like a growl.] I'm also looking for a job. Something like a bouncer or a bodyguard... [Glances down at something off camera.] I'm, uh, good with my hands, and not that it matters here but I'm fluent in four languages.

[With that, he's officially gone past his comfort zone and he attempts to quickly turn the damn thing off--key word being attempts. He lets out a slew of curses, and right before he finally manages to turn it off, he can be seen depositing some juulan into a large, clear container labeled "Swear Jar" already a quarter full just before the screen finally goes black.]