Search Party Log

[putuporshutup]

Who: Whichever idiots want to go out into the woods and figure out what killed April
What: Search Party!
When: Thursday
Where: The Lobby/The Grounds/The Forest
Rating: PG-13 otherwise tag your threads

She wouldn't normally care, but with the castle shifting to resemble anything remotely like her world, Meg was on edge. When she found April - or what was left of her - decorating the castle halls, that concern switched to full blown alert mode. The demon spent the night and half the morning poking around the castle, looking for whatever had done it on her own to no avail. By noon, she had circled back around to the lobby and stood there glaring at the pile of weapons, wondering what the hell the catch was.

Finally, she cracked open her journal. By now, more people surely would have seen the carnage.

"All right," she sighed heavily. "Anyone wants to go out and find what did it, meet me in the lobby."

Comments

[im_the_doctor]

[ The elder nods in agreement. ]

And quiet. No one seems to have heard a thing. Large, fast and quiet. It's not going to be easy to corner. Lack of thought means it's even less likely we are going to be able to reason with it.

[ He looks to his younger self, concerned. ]

Are you going to be alright if it comes to what we would rather avoid?

[toobravehearted]

[ He turns an impassive look on his elder. The younger can still make the hard choices; he has done. He's caused death and he has killed to prevent more. He doesn't want to, he hadn't wanted to, but he did all the same. ]

You've never asked, have you? Where in our time stream I came here from.

[ It crosses his mind that his elder might not recall it if he told him, so harsh is his loss. It then also crosses his mind that maybe the elder is right to look at him like that, for he failed to execute Davros as promised. ]

Just because we'd rather not doesn't mean it is sometimes necessary. I'll do what needs to be done. Are you going to be all right?

[im_the_doctor]

[ There's a sad frown that forms on the elder's features as he looks at his younger self. After a moment he shakes his head and looks away. ]

There's no point. I remember being you. Cricket, the celery, white circles in the TARDIS, our companions... But what I did as you... What adventures we had, where we went, the trouble we caused and the things we fixed...

[ He trails off. The younger is aware of his loss. Perhaps not the depth of it, although he likely understands more now.

He nods a single time in understanding and agreement. Then there's a grin that clearly is a mask, hiding what they don't have time to discuss or get into. ]

Of course! Why wouldn't I be?

[ It's a rhetorical question younger self, please respect your elder and don't answer it. ]