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it turned out that living typically consisted of making an absolute fool of oneself — but whether or not someone was willing to admit it, that was the biggest part. “ good. because you'll be doing a lot of that today. ” he looks out at the town, at his friends who are shopping, talking, doing whatever else they may be doing — they were an odd bunch. to be fair, so was he. “ i need to check in with my... team, i guess they could be called, make sure we're on the same page before we send you out. i'm glad you agreed to help us. we're short a rogue, so... ”

a multimuse by blythe, featuring muses from dragon age, the folk of the air, original canon, and more.

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hands raise, palms forward, to show she means no ill-intent. belinda just wants to help. after all, she was like him once. it seems like a whole lifetime ago that those robots came crashing into her home, taking her away to a universe she didn't understand. all she wanted was to go home. see her parents, her nan, and go to work. the stars didn't interest her. not at the time, anyway. recently, though . . all the things she's seen . . her mind might be starting to change. ❝ he's not really a doctor, that's just his name. which, yeah, it's stupid. why call yourself a doctor if you haven't - anyway, i am actually a nurse, and i think you might be having a panic attack so it's important that you focus on your breathing. ❞ easier said than done, apparently. belinda backs up slightly, giving victor more space to process his new surroundings. the tardis isn't helping much, as it whirrs and groans in, what she thinks, is pain. something is really wrong. ❝ i'm not an alien. i'm just . . i'm from the future, yeah? 2025, to be specific. my ex bought me a star and accidentally made me queen - it's a long story. ❞ head shakes. not the time and place. ❝ i'll get you home. well, i'll try. i've never flown this thing on my own. ❞

everything she says gives victor twenty more things he's hopeless to unpack. from the future , queen of a star , and flying———are they flying ? he hadn't done well on the airplane from london. amos had laughed at his colorless face , the way his hands trembled. this does look like a space ship , though. that would be so much worse than an airplane. ❛❛ flown ? are we flyin' ? ❜❜ at least he can talk , now. flying , maybe in space. how would drugs react to that ? not good , he assumes. he gasps a large , sharp breath , starved at this point of the oxygen and trying to keep ahold of his mind. tommy always told him to be honest in hospitals , ambulances. DOCTORS AREN'T THE COPS. they only care about what you took so they don't accidentally make it worse. ❛❛ listen , if you're a nurse , i'll be f-frank with you———i'm not having a panic attack , this is really fucked up and i'm on a lot of drugs right now and not sure how much of it is real. hopefully fuckin' none of it . . . ❜❜ he trails off , finally looking up again at the harsh white of this possibly-a-space-ship interior , which makes him squint. his heart sinks at the lack of that floaty-feeling he gets in his weird states , when he knows his memory is about to go. its not here , this room is completely corporeal , which means this much , at least , is real. the space ship part is real. WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT ? he hides his head again , scratching his head to feel the hair between his fingertips. ❛❛ make that noise stop , make it stop moving , please. please. ❜❜ @folkpoet