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[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor's dream has changed, truly and utterly; you step in scorching shadows that smell of blood, stumble over corpses (some are strangers; some are old friends), hear desperate screams and deafening gun shots and furious roars

he is running through it all, bruised and bloody and battered, trying desperately to save a friend, and they keep changing, from a girl he can't remember to a boy he knows only after death to a man he should want to kill; sometimes he's carrying a vial, and sometimes he isn't

you may stumble into a burning lab, holding a mutilated madman and a pale, prone figure; it might even be you

every time he reaches the surface, the dream loops, and he's in the caves once more]

((Eventually, he'll be in the Eye again. Until then, have fun in the caves of Androzani. Mind the magma beast and try not to get shot.))

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[gingersnark.livejournal.com]

[and in stumbles Turlough, presumably straight form the Master's dream; he's looking disheveled and there's some odd-looking blood on his uniform. He notes the change in scenery -- and the gunshots -- and starts to carefully make his way through the cave, searching.]

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor runs right into him, before jumping back, wild-eyed and wary - and then he relaxes, just slightly, but his voice is low and urgent]

Turlough? Turlough, you shouldn't be here. It's not safe, and besides you went home. You need to go, before you get sick too, and I can't get enough for all of us, can I?

[gingersnark.livejournal.com]

[confused and wary] Doctor, I haven't gone home -- I don't even remember where my home is. And what would I be getting sick from?

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[stares] Yes, you did. ...But perhaps you haven't yet. Is that it?

[slowly shakes his head] And...Spectrox Toxaemia, of course. [he holds up his hand, suddenly ashen and blistered]

[gingersnark.livejournal.com]

No, not yet. We had just left Moscow when I was brought here.

[sarcastic] Oh, of course. [more earnestly] Doctor, this is a dream. None of it's real.

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

Ah. Oh, yes, now I remember. You...we...

[stares] Yes it is. Perhaps not at the moment, but it is.

[gingersnark.livejournal.com]

We are stuck in the castle - Paradisa is playing games with us.

[a pause as he glances at their surroundings] I really thing we should be going.

[rememberwhy.livejournal.com]

[has come back to chill with Five; freezes when he sees the obvious startling change in the world. hears the screams and sounds of war, sees all the bodies. immediately draws his swords, and starts looking for the Doctor]

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor rounds a corner with a stolen gun, gripping it with bloody fingers and white knuckles; he stops dead when he sees Jet]

Jet? You...shouldn't...this isn't...

[rememberwhy.livejournal.com]

[runs over to him]

Hey, Doctor! [still looking around] This place... it changed so much, so fast.

...You okay?

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[whispers] Yes...I tried to hold on to it, the Eye, but I couldn't, anymore...

[a frenzied mercenary picks this moment to leap out at them; the Doctor shoots at his feet without looking, and the man staggers away]

I hate guns.

[rememberwhy.livejournal.com]

[can see he's in obviously a bad shape] Five, we should get out of here. [hand on shoulder]

[saw the guy coming, but lets the Doctor handle it. frowns] Yeah, I can't say I like them much either. [remembering Jan shooting at him :(]

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[flinches, just slightly, but doesn't pull away from him; he tosses the gun aside]

Vulgar things.

[he takes a deep breath]

I know that, logically, but I - there's someone I'm trying to save, and it's not real, but I still..

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[Lucy *does* stumble into a burning lab, and it *is* her, and she just kinda stares because she doesn't understand]

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[the madman pays no need to her, tending to the unconscious version, holding a piece of celery to her nose]

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[wtf celery? Lucy steps forward to try and get a closer look, wondering if she's really seeing celery or something else... and damn it's hot in here]

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[from behind her, a hoarse but gentle voice]

Restorative properties.

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[she flinches in surprise and turns to face the speaker, brushing her heat-limp hair away from her face; she feels lost and lets it show in her expression]

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[offer an apologetic smile, through the blood and grime]

The celery.

[shakes his head]

You shouldn't be here.

late Chronos is late

[key-of-time.livejournal.com]

[She can't ignore the screams, not this time. That's why she stepped into the dream, to either calm the screams or find the dreamer. For someone who considers dreams to be private things, she sure has been stepping into a lot of them...

Didn't this one used to be a nice dream?]

late Chronos is very welcome

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor is holding a vial to his chest, stumbling along the rock wall, when he sees her]

Setsuna? But...you weren't...

[key-of-time.livejournal.com]

[She's a bit startled at the recognition, but she remembers his voice from his greeting after her arrival.]

...You must be the Doctor.

[A quick glance around the dream and she gets straight to the point]

You should leave this place. I'm sure you know that none of this is real.

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

...Yes. Sorry.

[wry smile]

No. But it's difficult, to leave a memory behind.

[key-of-time.livejournal.com]

[She takes a step towards him. She's not putting up with him like she put up with Vergil. She will drag the Doctor out if she has to.]

Yes, I'm sure, but you shouldn't stay here.

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[meep]

But I'm here all the time.