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[Hello hello Jack is greeting all of you lovely post-waterlogged people with a salute and a smile. For the so inclined, you might notice the backdrop has changed a little - because he's not in his flat. He is in fact posting from the Doctor's computer.]

Has there been a damage assessment from the storm yet? Property, businesses, people? If anyo-

[ But whoever could this be? In the background, those watching may spy the familiar face of the Doctor. Except instead of his usual tweed and bowtie, he's wrapped in a blanket and not looking quite as energetic as usual for anyone familiar with him. ]

-- Jack. Something feels off.

[ ...something being the mauve tinge his face currently has.

Come round, everyone. Thus begins the wonderful story of "Captain Jack hears an achoo!"

In which Jack turns around to witness said mauve, trailing off and forgetting whatever he was talking about.]

Doctor? ...You're purple.

Mauve, actually. And it's really quite concerning.
My hands are all clammy and my forehead feels like burning.

I liked you better pink. --Are you sick? Can you get sick?

That's only on Wednesdays and no, that's rubbish. I really can't be sure, I need a celery stick.

Are you channeling Dr. Seuss? What did you get into now?

I feel just okay, I feel just fine. If you don't believe me, come see how -- [ and conveniently cut off by a sneeze. ]

I'm simultaneously confused and grossed out. You need to lay down. And stop talking.

Nonsense, Jack. It's not all that shocking. It was barely a sneeze. Look, I'm still walking! [ aaannnnndd now he's not because irony has him flopping down at that very moment. ]

Well, at least he laid down. ...Doctor? Doctor-

[woops time to cut that recording off]

(ooc: blue is jack, purple is the doctor)

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[She sighs, put-upon, but it's clearly exaggerated.]

Then maybe you shouldn't risk drinking tea at all.

Drink something fun instead.

[ he 'hmmms' trying to decide on what a fun drink might be. ]

Shame the natives here won't really know what a hot chocolate is.

[Oh. She hadn't really considered the fact that there might not be a way to get hot chocolate here. It's not only - and not even primarily - for the Doctor's sake that there's worry in her tone when she replies.]

...I'm sure there's some way to get it.

There might be! We won't really know unless we try and look for it. There could be a way. There's always a way. Or we could make some of our own! Grow the beans ourselves, it'll be great!

[ uh oh, he's reaching the delirious and overly ambitious part of being sick ]

[CT smiles, despite herself, but she's shaking her head.]

I still think you'd better rest before you start going on any cocoa bean-hunting expeditions.

But I'll be needing the cocoa to get to sleep in the first place.

[ no, he doesn't BUT ANY EXCUSE TO STAY AWAKE ]

No, you won't. Cocoa has caffeine in it. It'll just keep you up longer.

Yes, but that's what makes it fun, isn't it?

Not if you're trying to sleep.

I'm really starting to get mixed messages here. You shouldn't do that to people you also keep insisting are sick. It might make their heads start to hurt.

[ you know, that hypothetical sick person which is not him ]

Wh - but -

[He'd confused her, twisted her around in circles with his words, and she ends up just spluttering for a moment, shaking her head as she tries to sort out the threads of the conversation.]

Okay. Drink your tea, and go to sleep, and then when you wake up, w-you can go and find cocoa beans and make hot chocolate then.

[ THE SWEET SMELL OF VICTORY ]

Alright fine, but I've got one condition if I follow what you're telling me to do.

[INSTANTLY CAUTIOUS.]

...What's that?

You'll come along with me. Deal?

[nope.

Nope. She's not interested, not in the least, in whatever he's talking about. Whatever that might turn out to be.

She has her own plans, her own priorities, and they do not involve running around after the hyperactive man with the bow tie and trying to get him to settle down and drink his tea. It's just not going to happen.

Given all of this, she's quiet for a second longer than should really be necessary to formulate a response, and when it comes, it's not the blatant rejection it should have been.]

Come along with you where?

[ Anywhere, everywhen, space and time and beyond.

But for now he'll just settle for what is possible on the turtle. Maybe possible. ]

Cocoa beans. We're going to find them. [ he is determined as hell ok ]

[CT smiles, but it's a sad smile, and she shakes her head even if he can't see it.]

Sorry, Doctor.

I...I won't be able to look with you.

[And she truly sounds regretful.]

And why not?

[ don't do this to him gurl!!! ]

[WELL this isn't the conversation she'd been planning on having with him, but she supposes it had to come sooner or later. There's a moment more of silence, and then she speaks, forcing herself to sound confident and sure of herself.]

I'm leaving. When we reach the mainland, I'm...I'm going to leave the turtle and take off across the continent. I'm not coming back.

I need to try to get back home.

[And she doesn't need to explain anything to him, but she finds herself doing it, all the same.]

[ He sniffles slightly, appropriate both because of his current state of illness and the news that she's conveying to him. He listens carefully, but uncharacteristically stays quiet for just as long as she has been between responses.

( He doesn't have the heart to tell her that getting back home might not be so simple. They might not even be on her planet or even her universe anymore. ) ]

[ He finally breathes a heavy sigh and it's his cue to finally say something in response. ]

Alright then. Before you leave for good. I'd hate to never get the chance to cure myself.

Edited 2012-11-14 07:14 (UTC)

[He actually - is he crying? No, of course not, it must just be the illness. But there's a long silence on the line, and CT shifts uncomfortably, swallowing back the urge to fill the quiet with elaboration or explanation.

When he finally does speak, she shakes her head, smiling to herself. He never lets up, does he? She does her best to ignore the way the tightness in her chest lessens slightly. It's not goodbye, not quite yet.]

...I'll see what I can do.

Good. I'd expect nothing less.

[CT frowns at that, vaguely unsettled at anyone having expectations of her, especially here, but...well, maybe it's not such a bad expectation to have. She mutters something under her breath that may or may not be see you later, and shuts off the feed before he can confuse her any further.]

Edited 2012-11-18 01:25 (UTC)

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