Ninety

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[dictated forever]

Tenth floor! How appropriate. Nice change of scenery; on the opposite side of the corridor and everything. And you can't argue with new neighbours. 'Ello, 'ello, 'ello tenth-floor residents, I'm the Doctor, easier if you call me Ten, et cetera, et --

[he cuts off abruptly, sensing something rather unpleasant, and there's a long pause]

No. Nine?

[another long pause, and then a sigh] And just as suddenly, Paradisa loses one of its most brilliant minds.

[just ... silence]

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[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[quietly]

He's probably happier, now.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[just as quietly]

Probably. Always did hate this place the most out of the lot of us, I think.

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

We got to take our homes with us. He didn't.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

True enough. Can't imagine spending eleven months stuck without the TARDIS.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

Things aren't going as planned lately.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

I've noticed.

It's too bad about Walter, by the way.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

If you would, my dear Doctor... don't bring that up. It is currently a very sore point with me.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Right, sorry.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

I suppose I'll eventually be disappointed that I'll not be able to goad him into that temper of his again.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

I rather liked the witty banter, myself.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

Of course you would.

[devil-blue.livejournal.com]

Well then, welcome to the tenth floor.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Vergil, isn't it?

[devil-blue.livejournal.com]

That's correct.

One of your own is no longer here then, hmm?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Mm. Still, he deserved it. Happy now, I expect.

[closest-shave.livejournal.com]

Tenth floor, hm? Good floor to be stuck on. A nice, even number, you know.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

I rather like the number ten. [smiley face]

Pleasure to be your new neighbour, Mr Todd, I'm sure.

[closest-shave.livejournal.com]

A pleasure... yes, of course, Doctor.

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

The nineteenth floor doesn't even exist anymore.

[long ass pause]

... he's gonna die.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Mm, weird, isn't it?

[pen taps]

No, he's not.

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

Really weird. At least when my room changed the first time the floor was still there.

[pause]

...

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Oh, well. We've seen stranger here in the past year, hey?


Rose, he's not dead. He never died. Sure, yeah, he'll be gone in that form, but I don't think 'dying' is the right term.

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

Yeah. This place is known for it after all.


[still quiet D:]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Mm.


[... sigh]

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]