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[bit_impossible]

[curfew's just ending and where is he? in his suite like an obedient passenger, except he's not chomping on his bit to leave as usual, no, not today. when the sphere turns on, he's standing in the bathroom, the door closed, and wearing only just a pair of pyjama bottoms as he hangs his head over the sink. his face remains hidden from view as water droplets slide down his hair and trickle down the tip of his poor swollen nose. wet hands clutch white-knuckled at the edges of the sink while goose pimples run up bare arms and down his naked torso as he just stands there for a moment longer, oblivious to the transmission.

with his back still to the sphere, he reaches for a towel, gripping it awkwardly with his thumb and tries pinning the material between it and the glove-like cast on his left hand. after fumbling with it for a moment, he shifts his body and grabs at it with his good hand, muttering something under his breath as he throws the towel over his head. it's right then, however, as he's drying his hair that he catches the sphere in the mirror's reflection--and how he can tell that it's on when it looks like a miniature sun, well, it's probably best not to ask. probably wouldn't give a straight answer anyway.

and whether he'll admit if he's been to the curious window on Level 23 or not is anybody's guess.]

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[bit_impossible]

[let's all that sink in before he speaks, and even when he does, he can't look at her.] I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I can do nothing but upset you and while we're stuck here, I can't do anything but let you remain in that form.

I'm not certain of anything right now. It might, it might not and I'm leading toward the not because the circumstances are vastly different than before. But, this ship keeps proving me wrong. I keep failing--keep failing you.

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[bit_impossible]

[smiles weakly and leads him into the kitchen where the kettle's already on] What kind?

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[oliverplus]

It's a mix. Oatmeal raisin and chocolate chip. I forget what else... [looks down at the package] Want some?

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[bit_impossible]

Ohh, sure. Chocolate chip, I think. To start. Have to be fair to the oatmeal ones as well.

[glances over at the kettle. still not ready yet.]

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[oliverplus]

[starts fiddling with the container; why not start the biscuits before the tea? he gets the lid off and offers it out to the Doctor] Here.

[hisoldgirl]

[for a long time she just watches him, her expression gloomy, before she nods slowly, unfolding herself from where she's huddled. she doesn't move closer, but it's a cue that he's allowed to touch her again, at least. oh, she's still angry, there's no doubt about that, but at least she isn't treating him like some disease]

Doctor? What did you see?

[bit_impossible]

[sees her movement out of the corner of his eye then suddenly curls up and just buries his face into her lap, not caring that he's hurting his nose.]

The nightmare was fuzzy, but I could recognise the shapes of people and the smells all around me. I...I saw them--all my friends, family, Koschei, you. Everyone I've ever met. I was killing them, with what, I don't know, but I remember walking in a sea of bodies, a red ocean rising ever higher up my blood-soaked body, consuming me.

And I was laughing as I did it, enjoying seeing the life leave their blurry eyes. Only once they were all dead did I realise what I'd done with nothing but silence closing in on me. I tried to scream for help--but I'd killed everyone so of course no one was going to come to save me from what I've done. It didn't matter though; I was drowning in their blood and couldn't cry out any longer...

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[bit_impossible]

[grabs one from the tin, biting off part of one and sets the other part of it onto the counter as the whistle in the kettle begins to sound off. removing the kettle from the stove, he tosses in a few teabags, leaving the strings hanging out the top of the kettle.]

It's plain old black tea, if that's okay. Didn't feel like anything fancy.

[bit_impossible]

Ahhh, I see.

Ametatsu...have you been having any problems sleeping?

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[oliverplus]

Sure, that's fine. [heads to one of the cupboards, pulling out two teacups]

[bit_impossible]

Ahhh. I take it you've met a couple dreamseers in your travels, yes?

[bit_impossible]

Yes, but it's the experiences we have in our lives that shape us. Like...you'd be completely different had you grown up elsewhere.

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

But I like me right now!

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[bit_impossible]

[eats the rest of his biscuit, reaching for another.]

Ollie...you haven't gone to look at it yet, have you?

[bit_impossible]

[scratches his head, thinking she's missed the point.] That's just a "what if" situation.

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[oliverplus]

[frowns, shaking his head; he knew that question was coming--why else would he be up now?] No. I just had one of the usual nightmares is all.

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[bit_impossible]

Same one, huh? Nothing's changed this time?

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[oliverplus]

Nothing new, no. I have a couple different ones now, but they don't really change.

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[bit_impossible]

[frowns] A couple of them, eh? I know about the one--know about that one very well. But what about the others? Have you told me about them before?

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[oliverplus]

Maybe not... [he's talked about it with Lara, and he was going to talk to the Doctor the day those suits first appeared, but that definitely didn't go as planned...] It's always rather similar. But ever since Eos... [sighs, looking down] Sometimes it's the Puppeteer. And sometimes it's me.

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

[nods slowly]

But I didn't grow up anywhere else, I can't change that now.

[bit_impossible]

Ahhh, but you're still growing, and changing. That's never going to stop.

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

Growing to be...good? I want to be good. And I want to protect...protect everyone.

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[bit_impossible]

You? How so?

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[oliverplus]

The Puppeteer isn't there. It's just me--doing that.