thirteenth

[boredsamaritan.livejournal.com]

[Room Filter]

[New Years' Day has found Natalie and Peter in bed together in her room, which incidentally is an exact replica of Peter's rather luxurious hotel room he had in Blackpool, who'd have thought the North Lakes Constabulary would pay for more than a crappy B&B? Anyway, she cried off last night with a migraine to Ripley and told him she'd go to her own room so he wouldn't disturb her when he rolled in drunk in the early hours. When really it was her and Peter that rolled in at about ten past twelve after partying in the TARDIS and rekindling their relationship thanks to a midnight snog, drunk and laughing and already ripping each others clothes off before the door had barely shut behind them.

Natalie's in his arms and just stirring, blissfully happy and in love.]

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[thetalentedmr.livejournal.com]

[Well here comes a Ripley whistling merrily down the corridor. He got COMPLETELY hammered last night down in the town and had a quick fumble with a barmaid with HUGE tits. He's in a very good mood. Oh hello he's outside the door now. Knock knock knock!]

Mornin' love, it's just me!

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[Peter, who has been in a blissful state of half-awake for about an hour now, just watching Natalie sleep, now slips into something slightly more "oh, fuck" as he attemps to squirm out of bed and back into his trousers - fast]

[boredsamaritan.livejournal.com]

[if Natalie was only just stirring moments ago, the sound of Ripley's voice has her jumping out of bed with little delay. A look of abject horror being flung silently across the bed at Peter as she scours the room bundling up the haphazardly strewn items of his clothing. How the hell did her bra end up *there*? She'll answer the door when... well when they work out what the hell to do.]

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[trousers now on, Peter moves to take his clothes back from Natalie, looking at the bed, then the wardrobe, then the bathroom -- where to hide? D: (should he even hide, part of him is asking...)]

[boredsamaritan.livejournal.com]

[ahjfgs! Anywhere Peter, the look she's giving him suggests that 'yes! he should!' and quick! She also might be ushering him towards the bathroom as she passes the clothes to him, grabbing a robe off the hook on the door for herself]

I'll get rid of him

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[and to the bathroom he goes, quietly as possible, but not before giving her one last kiss -- then he's in, closing and locking the door as quietly as possible behind him]

[boredsamaritan.livejournal.com]

[she flashes him a quick apologetic look after the kiss, mouthing 'I'm sorry' before she turns to scan the room for one final check. One of his shoes gets shoved into a drawer hastily, and then she's taking a deep breath and opening the door, making sure to not open it fully and standing quite firmly in the gap, not taking her arm off the door.]

Ripley! [smile and everything will be alright Natalie.]

[thetalentedmr.livejournal.com]

[have a bright and breezy grin Natalie in return, and he's feeling so generous that he won't even complain about how long she took to answer the door]

Still languishin' in bed are we? How's the 'eadache?

[boredsamaritan.livejournal.com]

Yeah-- it's not good at all. Think I'll, [head gesture behind her], get some more sleep maybe. Probably best.

[thetalentedmr.livejournal.com]

[vaguely peering at her as he steps forward, introducing himself quite neatly into the doorway, so that she either has to step back to let him past... or alternatively has to refuse him entry. But why would she do that? His own lovely wife]

Well it's not 'ealthy to lock yourself away alone y'know, 'ardly a fit start to the new year.

[boredsamaritan.livejournal.com]

[initially she tries to just stand her ground and not move, rubbing her forehead for effect. See? REALLY bad headache! Damn, she steps back, there's no choice, vaguely smiling. Shit shit shit.]

It'll be fine, if I just rest.

[thetalentedmr.livejournal.com]

Oh aye, but there's no harm in a bit of company in the meantime, is there?

[ah that's better, he's strolling casually in now, hands on hips as he glances around, then swivels on his heel in the strangely theatric way that he does to look at her]

'Ere, did you change the room around? Looks nice.

[boredsamaritan.livejournal.com]

[Crap Ripley, you pick your moments to be concerned. You weren't too bothered last night, if Natalie remembers rightly.]

Really-- it's killing me Ripley. I just need peace and quiet. Yeah-- yeah I did, didn't like it before.

[Oh my God, there's a sock on the chandelier. She leaves the door behind her open and follows him in, so she's standing in a position where he's looking away from the chandelier! ajgdfg]

[orbs]

[Paige was still getting the hang of the whole Whitelighter of the castle thing. There was a clinic so honestly most people ended up heading there and the jingles she'd hear would stop in the middle. It was almost as if people just had the common sense to help themselves. Which was... well it was a bit of a surprise. Though she was bound and determined to actually try to orb to someone in danger one of these times. Which is what she does this time. Thankfully when the jingle starts she focuses her skills and the white lights of a ... Whitelighter (groan) orb her to a room somewhere in the castle.]

Well. [brushes her hair out of her eyes] At least that part worked, but... Oh! [sees the person] My aim is still good!

[boredsamaritan.livejournal.com]

Oh! [clearly taken aback, having never seen anything like that before. But open minded enough to not be too shocked by the sudden appearance of someone in the room. She knows it exists, magic at Paradisa obviously, just never witnessed it quite like that.]

Hello?

[orbs]

[a smile and she gets closer to the person who is ... hey familiar]

Hi! Paige Matthews, at [points] his service actually, I know him. Well not know him like... probably better to heal first explain later right? So how'd the Doctor hurt himself? [goes to make with the healing]

[boredsamaritan.livejournal.com]

Right-- Paige. Pleased to meet you then [a smile but a bit unsure] I'm Natalie, and that's not the Doctor, he just looks like him-- a lot. You can heal, okay... [and she's prepared to just go with this - she seems nice enough and she's here, so...]

Peter was punched, cheekbone injured, maybe broken, I don't know, and the back of his head, concussion I think.

[orbs]

[more friendly smiles with a touch of confusion]

Yeah... well there's that whole everyone has a double in the world, and I've actually met a few people that could ... and again! More healing, less talking. [Paige nods and moves to this guys side]

Well, let's start with where he's bleeding from and just go from there. [la la la ~ hands gently move his head so she can rest her hand above the back of his head and have some white healing light of pretty while she talks]

So what's your name? And who is this if it's not the Doctor?

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[when he feels the hands on his head, he opens his eyes again -- he'd been drifting somewhat since Nat went to ask for help, and now he's kind of wondering what Paige is doing to his head]

[boredsamaritan.livejournal.com]

I'm Natalie Holden, and the Doctor's double is Peter Carlisle. [hovering above her, concern written all over her face]

He's going to be alright then?

[to Peter] It's okay, this is Paige, she can heal-- apparently.

[orbs]

[makes sure that she's paying attention to her healing too once she's got names and meets his eyes as he sort of comes to for a moment but goes back to healing him. It doesn't take too long to get the back of his head to stop bleeding, and she eases him back to lying the way he was before before moving to his cheek with a careful hovering over the areas damaged. Once more it's a healing light that comes from her and goes through her hands to the injured person below her]

That I can, I can do magic too, but this is more of what we need at the moment. [goes back to healing until she knows that all the surface wounds are healed and the internal bounce about the head seems all okay now as well]

See? Should be good as new, or as good as you were before you got knocked about.

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[Luckily Peter's been here long enough to not be surprised by this. He reaches up and touches where the blood on his head used to be, finding it... yeah, unscathed. A little thrown off by the disappearance of all the pain he raises his eyebrows somewhat, smirking a little bemusedly.]

Handy trick. Thanks.

[boredsamaritan.livejournal.com]

[Natalie's just watched the whole thing in amazement. She was already in shock and panicking, but to see that... it's just 'wow'.]

Paige, that's amazing. Thank you so much, really, I don't know how to thank you. [relieved grin of emotional release as Peter smirks]

[orbs]

[Paige moves from kneeling to standing pretty easily and smiles]

It's just good to know that I'm not completely useless here. Everyone goes to the clinic and while I'm a huge proponent of medical establishments, it's still good to know you can help out.

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[aheh, prodding his cheekbone]

Who needs a clinic when you've got something like that? [pause, prod, pause] What was your name?