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He'd paced, drunk tea, watched horrible B-grade horror movies, surfed the Nexus Internet, bought a dreadful wall clock and an incomprehensible object d'art taller than he was, drunk more tea, downloaded the entire first season of So You Think You Can Dance, while pacing some more, drinking more tea, swallowing stimulant pills, watching some horrible infomercial about Pilates balls and snerking thinly at the inevitable images of people looking incredibly silly using them...

And after two days of this, he finally fell over on the sofa. In the condition he was in, he couldn't fight sleep for long, no matter how frightened he was.

Date: 2007-06-05 08:45 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"Physically, at least."


Date: 2007-06-05 08:51 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
There's a pause. A breeze blows.

"Well. I've the feeling I didn't so much walk into that one as I marched unwaveringly into it with hobnailed boots on," comes the dry response.

Date: 2007-06-06 12:06 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"You could say that." Just as dry, the buzz-click oh his voice sharper than usual -- a thicker accent, even in his dreams, making up for the lack of his customary pauses. "I regret what I have to say next, Lord Rassilon. But given your actions in the Sanctuary, I must request that you not come to the Dreamlands again, until it can be guaranteed that something similar would not take place there."

Date: 2007-06-06 02:11 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
He nods, a quiet breath escaping him. He'd figured as much. "As you wish."

Date: 2007-06-06 11:20 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Carter nods and bows to him, quite deeply indeed. "Fare thee well, Lord Rassilon. May your travels be unseen."


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