- forty-second year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[Halloween, again. His second one here. Rory's found the sweets and the note left at their door and brought it inside, and taken more pleasure than strictly necessary in being able to actually eat it. He doesn't know if the castle does something different for Halloween every year, but he's finding this to be much more agreeable than what happened LAST year--waking up with a gruesome painted face and his very own tombstone out on the grounds: just another lovely reminder that, at the time, he was dead back home]

Does anyone remember Halloween last year? With the painted faces some of us had, and the graveyard...?

[sound of chewing]

Think I like this a lot better than that. Sweets don't remind you that you're dead.

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[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Sometimes they taste like memories.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

... Sweets?

[what]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

I like the chewy mice. Or the crunchy ones. They're very cute. I can feel squeaks in my teeth~

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Um. [crickets] I'm not sure they make sweets that look like mice.

... At least not where I'm from.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Oh. Kangaroos?

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

What exactly happened last year?

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[doesn't even bother saying hello]

I woke up with this awful paint all over my face. I looked like a voodoo doll. No matter what we did, we couldn't get it off either. It... it was supposed to mark those who had died back home or something.

[his tone is a cross between annoyed and sad]

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

Oh Rory, I'm so so sorry.

[Her father does have a tendency to...die in occasion]

You do that, on occasion.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

What, die?

[he probably shouldn't be saying that so easily, or with such candor]

Mmm. Reckon I do, yeah.

[but then his voice sort of trails off into a grumble, the kind that says I Don't Like Talking About This]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[quietly]

I remember, yes. ... Alright, then, Rory?

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[he supposes this Doctor would, if he was the fifth version and his own is six more down the line]

I'm--I'm alright.

[sort of]

How've you been, Doctor?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Getting on. ... Glad to not be quite as busy as I was, that's for certain. [there are different kinds of busy, after all, and this was not the fun sort, running around dealing with Riful and Legato and all]

((OOC: OMG. You need to see this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=izgmh46xphM).))

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[is there ever 'fun' busy at Paradisa? Rory doesn't think so]

Good to hear, Doctor. Everyone needs, um, a break. From things. Even though they never stop here.

[small sigh] I know Amy and I haven't been around much. I guess we're trying to lie low for a little while because of... well, because of a lot of things really.

((O_O IT'S FULL OF STARS here's one for you (http://youtu.be/Ye3sjJ3xZIM)))

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Sometimes they taste like memories.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

... Sweets?

[what]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

I like the chewy mice. Or the crunchy ones. They're very cute. I can feel squeaks in my teeth~

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Um. [crickets] I'm not sure they make sweets that look like mice.

... At least not where I'm from.

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

What exactly happened last year?

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[doesn't even bother saying hello]

I woke up with this awful paint all over my face. I looked like a voodoo doll. No matter what we did, we couldn't get it off either. It... it was supposed to mark those who had died back home or something.

[his tone is a cross between annoyed and sad]

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

Oh Rory, I'm so so sorry.

[Her father does have a tendency to...die in occasion]

You do that, on occasion.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

What, die?

[he probably shouldn't be saying that so easily, or with such candor]

Mmm. Reckon I do, yeah.

[but then his voice sort of trails off into a grumble, the kind that says I Don't Like Talking About This]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[quietly]

I remember, yes. ... Alright, then, Rory?

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[he supposes this Doctor would, if he was the fifth version and his own is six more down the line]

I'm--I'm alright.

[sort of]

How've you been, Doctor?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Getting on. ... Glad to not be quite as busy as I was, that's for certain. [there are different kinds of busy, after all, and this was not the fun sort, running around dealing with Riful and Legato and all]

((OOC: OMG. You need to see this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=izgmh46xphM).))

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[is there ever 'fun' busy at Paradisa? Rory doesn't think so]

Good to hear, Doctor. Everyone needs, um, a break. From things. Even though they never stop here.

[small sigh] I know Amy and I haven't been around much. I guess we're trying to lie low for a little while because of... well, because of a lot of things really.

((O_O IT'S FULL OF STARS here's one for you (http://youtu.be/Ye3sjJ3xZIM)))