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[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

[There's a soft sigh. She woke up without the blood that day. And with her memory.]

The blood is gone. But I know why it was there, now.

Also it seems I've missed my seventeenth birthday. It isn't the first time. I'm not in any sort of mood to celebrate though. I'll be in the library at the castle if anyone needs me.

ooc: feel free to bother her in the library.

Comments

Violet

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

I was just about to come check on you, see if it was still bothering you... great minds think alike, I suppose.

Perhaps when you feel a bit more celebratory we can have a tea in the TARDIS, and you can invite your friends, here.

Five

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I want to celebrate it. It's just a day, And it's already past.

Violet

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

What, and deny your friends the opportunity to celebrate the fact that one of their companions was born, and exists, therefore making their lives a bit more marvelous?

Five

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

You are making this way more than it needs to be, Doctor.

After the past week I've had, I'd rather just avoid it.

Violet

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Well, if you insist, I suppose.

[he will still take it upon himself to find and leave her something small and nice. it's going to take some deliberation and a couple days' wandering around the TARDIS to find whatever it might be once he decides, but still. birthday presents.]

Five

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

You're planning something, aren't you?

Violet

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Not in the least. You said "no party", so no party shall you have.

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[Eleven comes wandering into the library some time later, smiling as he looks around]

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

[She's behind a stack of books on hemotology analyzers.]

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[He strolls on over, hands in his pockets]

Hullo, Violet. How are you doing, today?

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

[She picks her head up and tries to smile.] Been a long week. How are you, Doctor?

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

Me? I'm brilliant. But that's hardly a surprise, now, is it? [he laughs]

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

With you? Not at all. [She manages a smile. She can't help it. Eleven is just... Eleven.]

Violet

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

I was just about to come check on you, see if it was still bothering you... great minds think alike, I suppose.

Perhaps when you feel a bit more celebratory we can have a tea in the TARDIS, and you can invite your friends, here.

Five

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I want to celebrate it. It's just a day, And it's already past.

Violet

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

What, and deny your friends the opportunity to celebrate the fact that one of their companions was born, and exists, therefore making their lives a bit more marvelous?

Five

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

You are making this way more than it needs to be, Doctor.

After the past week I've had, I'd rather just avoid it.

Violet

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Well, if you insist, I suppose.

[he will still take it upon himself to find and leave her something small and nice. it's going to take some deliberation and a couple days' wandering around the TARDIS to find whatever it might be once he decides, but still. birthday presents.]

Five

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

You're planning something, aren't you?

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[Eleven comes wandering into the library some time later, smiling as he looks around]

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

[She's behind a stack of books on hemotology analyzers.]

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[He strolls on over, hands in his pockets]

Hullo, Violet. How are you doing, today?

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

[She picks her head up and tries to smile.] Been a long week. How are you, Doctor?

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

Me? I'm brilliant. But that's hardly a surprise, now, is it? [he laughs]

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

With you? Not at all. [She manages a smile. She can't help it. Eleven is just... Eleven.]