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[ex_capt410]

[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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[tuskenlancer]

[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.

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[iwaspromisedtea]

Good. I'd expect nothing less.

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[tuskenlancer]

[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.]