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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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[ he tries!! ]

It sounds impossibly strange,
I wouldn't consider it if I wasn't sick.
I don't know if I can just stop,
but it might just do the trick?

[CT just...doesn't say anything for a moment. She's kind of hoping that if she doesn't give him anything to respond to, the rhyming will stop.]

[ yeah he doesn't necessarily want to rhyme either and he can tell she hasn't hung up, so he taps at the microphone a bit. ]

[CT lets the silence stretch out as long as she can stand it, shifting uncomfortably, before she finally ventures to speak.]

So...?

[ we're sorry, the doctor you are trying to reach has accidentally fallen asleep on the console from exhaustion. would you like to wake him up or leave a message and try again later? ]

[yeah no there's no way she's just going to let him disappear from the conversation that way. She waits a bit in case he says something else, and when he doesn't, she raises her voice a little bit.]

Doctor?

[Any hint of panic he may think he hears in her tone is, naturally, entirely due to the Doctor's overactive imagination.]

[ UH HUH well his imagination sure does a good job of timing too because he only catches the tail end of that worry as he wakes with a start. ]

I'm here, sorry, still here!

[ she should be able to hear some strange sounds as he scrambles around trying to check the time and untangle himself from his blanket, etc. ]

I don't think I've fallen asleep like that before. It's really quite rare.

Fallen asleep like what? In the middle of talking to someone?

[She lets herself sulk for a second, telling herself that she's annoyed and not relieved.]

You're not rhyming anymore.

It must be the illness. I really am so sorry. I don't think I've had to deal with such a strange strain on my -- well, everything, before and not have it be something fatal.

I ...think I look less purple too.

Well, it wouldn't have actually been fatal those other times, or you wouldn't be here.

Maybe you should...just go back to bed.

[ ....funny story about him and fatal things HAHA. He'll just. deliberately not answer that right now. ]

Why would I do that? I'm talking to you. That would be rude. [ also ew bed ]

...sooo you can rest?

I don't need to rest! [ hah. ]

Do I look like I need rest to you?

You just said you needed rest!

I said it could help, or so I've been told. I never said I had any plans to do anything of the sort!

Do you want to get better or not?

I thought you said you were a doctor!

[in other words YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER]

I'm The Doctor. Key difference! And besides, this isn't exactly like anything I've encountered.

Well, you obviously need something.

[and then, with a touch of sarcasm that's marginally more teasing than mean,]

Maybe you should drink some tea.

[ he lets out an amused "hah!" ]

Are you sure it wouldn't make me too boring?

[There's a pause that's just a touch longer than that question really calls for. She'd been on the verge of saying something sarcastic along the lines of that's already a lost cause, except...it's not. His affinity for tea notwithstanding, CT's already learned that the Doctor is anything but boring.]

...I think you can risk it.

[Carefully, carefully neutral. She wouldn't want to give off the impression that she's amused or anything, after all.]

[ No, not at all. They must retain all the seriousness of this situation, after all. ]

And suppose I do risk it. Can I hold you responsible if I suddenly get all the fun sucked out of me as all tea drinkers apparently do?

[She's smiling now, despite herself, and it comes through in her voice as much as she tries to hide it.]

I'll just have to remind you how to be fun again.

[ yeaaaahhhh breakthrough. he's smiling proudly to himself ]

Is that something I can hold you to?

[Oh whoops. CT's silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to get out of this one, before she speaks in her usual tone of stiff reservation.]

I doubt you'll need me, anyway.

[ NO TAKEBACKS ALLOWED ]

You doubt it. I don't. I'm not planning on forgetting it any time soon either.

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