#thread two

As if the trip had been going well anyway. To be honest, the state Jack was in right now was something he had almost expected, in the back of his mind, even as he acted like his usual self, perhaps excessively so - it was a cover more than anything else, him trying to pretend everything was fine even though he well knew where Claire had gone. And now her text had taken away even his ability to pretend everything was fine, had hit him so hard that he was unable to hide the fact that he was overwhelmed and upset and a whole load of other emotions that he couldn’t even put into words at this point. To the point where all he could do was wedge himself in the corner of his and Elliot’s hotel room, his arms around his legs like a child, audibly gasping as he cried like breathing was the last thing he wanted to focus on, the text messages going through his mind - he probably had a load of missed calls from Claire now, she was probably worried but the last thing he wanted to do was talk to her, to anyone who would remind him of it, as if he could forget no matter how much he tried. He barely even heard the door open, he was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, staring down at the ground still as he rocked back and forth, before slowly looking up only to register that Elliot was in the room. Would he have heard Jack? Was it a blessing at least that he couldn’t see him? He bit down on his lip, trying to quieten down a little, frozen in place and hoping he would just leave him alone.

Weird was not a word Kassidy would use to describe anything.  Neither was: strange, unnatural, creepy, curious, or mysterious.  She’d grown used to the oddities that surrounded her from day one. But this?  This was almost peculiar.

She stopped mid-bubble when she noticed the faint glimmer out of the corner of her eye.  As she watched, it grew in size before fading away to reveal a person. 

When the kid noticed her, she popped her bubblegum.  “Sup?” she asked, nodding her head in greeting.  She continued chewing, studying the kid in silence.  “So, um, is this...normal?  I mean, for you...?”

“LISTEN, you lend me some dust and I promise I’ll pay you back when I win big!” Dice had come to the point where he was begging strangers for money. Arriving here with basically nothing was not how he wanted things to go! It was unfair, miserable. Morals be damned in this desperate of moments.

@whispers-in-the-tardis

The Professor let out a strangled yelp as she sat up, body tingling with regeneration energy. Her eyes fell immediately upon a Weeping Angel, perched over her with arms outstretched. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” came her exasperated cry as she forced her eyes open, every cell in her body screaming for sleep.

Talk about luck-- her TARDIS had never taken her to danger while she was regenerating before, but had always brought her to the safest place it could manage. She supposed it had something to do with the fact that the poor thing was incredibly damaged, so much so that its shields were down and the angel had been allowed in. She wondered, only briefly, why her TARDIS had chosen that particular place to land. Her question was answered a moment later by a pleasant voice ringing through the room. 

immortalscales

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Oscuro turned down a particularly busy street. He grumbled a bit at the close quarters, but he had no idea where his apartment was and apartment buildings tended to be on busy streets. He pulled the rim of his top hat down to better cover his snake eyes. People here seemed to be of all kinds, but he was a creature of habit. Strangers back in his city were not kind to odd looking people.

As Oscuro weaved his way through the crowd, a wind picked up. The gust blew down the street, channelled by the tall buildings. Oscuro hadn’t noticed it coming. Thus, when his black cloak blew up and smacked the face of a passer by he froze in horror. He wanted to run away, slip into the crowd, and disappear, but everyone seemed to be blocking possible escape routes.