#plcthoraa

SHE HATES THIS, hell half the time she isn't sure why she thinks the doctor is so brilliant when he comes up with plans like this. if she didn't trust him so much, she might think he's got some kinda alien mind control that makes her go along with it.

just being around @plcthoraa makes her want to crawl out of her own skin. it's like that uneasy feeling people get when they look at some computer generated image of a person: all the details are there but something is just . . . off. like they're human but slightly to the left. not quite real.

▐ ┃ ⊰ 'ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ﹖ ⤷ don't flatter yourself. you were just convenient. ( missy @ bill )

eyes snap to missy's face, displeasure scrawled in the wrinkle of her nose as she studies the time lord, lady ? before she decides to make a bloody show of it. if missy wants a performance, she'll get one.

🔥 ( jules for verso, oops )

The warmth of the hearth and the soft crackling of the kindling amber has him at ease, relaxed and calm under the shared blanket over them both. His head leans against verso’s chest, listening to the soft thrum of a heartbeat that matches his own. Legs rest across verso’s lap, a comfortability only ever reserved for the dark-haired man.

“As much as I like the snow…this is much nicer.”

Considering Jules’s rather certain his own butt is still bruised from his stumbling fall outside mere moments prior.

LEFT A MESSAGE

"You know, they say speaking positive affirmations in the mirror can make things happen. . ."

Am I suggesting that Stratt stand in front of whatever mirror she finds and repeatedly say "we get through this in one piece"? Maybe. Add a little bit of "I am smart, I am strong, and I am a boss woman"? Why not

LEFT A MESSAGE

Breathe, just breathe. It's so difficult to breathe, why is it so difficult -

She's forcing her back against the wall, hand rising to grip at dark tresses of her own hair, like it could serve as some sort of anchor for her. Thoughts try to go a mile a minute for a conclusion, discovery of what's occurring - but the most she can get is broken thoughts. A fog in her mind, a shakyness to her that has her nearly sliding off the wall -

LEFT A MESSAGE

His chin rest within the palm of his hand, glasses far from sat proper on his features; it certainly seems to aid in showing the bags under his eyes more, and the light exhaustion in his muscles.

he contemplates the board, bored as marvin takes his sweet time considering his next move. it’s not that he hates chess— but there were so many other games they could be playing instead. or, screw games, more fun things they could be doing instead. chin propped up by his hand, whizzer lifts an eyebrow at his partner.

i told the truth. just not all of it. (verso @ gustave)

"Then tell it all, right now. This whole - saving me, the memories - they're. . .why do i know you?"

they're going to find out. (anne @ jim)

Brows furrow at her words, pausing where Jim currently assist in cleaning some weaponry, head tilting curiously as tone lowers. “-well, maybe by then I’ll be friends with people, and it’ll all be fine then, yea?”