A day full of hugs

[shortsghtedlove]

Who: Rassilon, Omega and whoever else wishes to traumatize a Time Lord President through hugs.
What: A day in the life
When: First day of the flood, until Rassilon manages to reach Omega's cabin.
Where: Everywhere between Level five and eight

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[shortsghtedlove]

[There was probably no point in staying in his room -- it hadn't helped last time -- and really -- what could happen? So he went on his way to Omega's cabin, confident that he'd be fine.]

I see no reason why!

[shortsghtedlove]

Rassilon tensed when he saw Braxiatel, but forced his face to remain impassive. He wouldn't give Braxiatel the satisfaction of knowing just how upsetting he found him. So he simply continued approaching Brax with wide strides, looking as calm as he could.

Time Lord group hug? (If not I can delete.)

[timesbureaucrat]

As if these last few days weren't bad enough as it was, he couldn't even get to his cabin without passing both Braxiatel and Lord Rassilon in the corridor. He'd just walk by quickly, with a polite bow to Lord Rassion of course, then continue on his way before Brax could say anything cryptic and infuriating and Lord Rassilon anything ego- or tradition-crushing.

Personally, I would approve of a Time Lord group hug.

[shortsghtedlove]

Rassilon twitched, feeling something peculiar the nearer he came to Braxiatel. He noticed Narvin, briefly considered asking about the Agent -- he had shown himself to be competent enough to be useful, at least for a human, after all, and he liked having useful people around. Instead he turned, caught Narvin's sleeve and pulled the Coordinator towards him.

Alas, the Time Lords failed to harness the power of hugs.

[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin caught that flicker of disapproval that crossed Braxiatel's face. Well, let him judge. Narvin didn't need his approval. Brax was an exile, a renegade. He hadn't been there dealing with the political realities of Gallifrey fighting an external foe for its very life. Failing to support the president during wartime was unpatriotic and dangerous. And regardless of what the future held, in Narvin's own relative time, Gallifrey was still at war and Lord Rassilon was still his president. And...

...his president was hugging him.

And he was hugging Lord Rassilon back.

Just as the compulsion was fading from his mind, it rose again as Brax joined them and Narvin looped an arm around his shoulders to pull him into the embrace.

This was quite possibly the most surreal thing ever to have happened to him on the Barge.

When the hug ended, Narvin took a step back, thoroughly unnerved by the experience.

"Save your human expressions of sympathy for someone who wants them." Narvin would pretend that it was all Brax's nefarious doing

No one ever taught them that repression is not the answer.

[shortsghtedlove]

Rassilon went stiff, eyes wide in absolute horror. What. This... this - ! He couldn't be hugging the Coordinator. Narvin was hardly on the list of people he wanted to hug. Well, there were only two people on that list, anyway, and the Doctor only for nefarious purposes, not out of actual affection, but still! Narvin of all -

His thoughts were interrupted when Braxiatel -- oh no, why did Brax have to see this -- decided to join them. Braxiatel. He made a choked noise, even more horrified. His eyebrow twitched as he hugged Braxiatel back.

He bloody hated floods.

He ripped himself free as soon as the compulsion faded, quickly trying to get a few steps distance and glared. As if the hugging wasn't bad enough, how dared Braxiatel be so condescending! As if he needed the man's comfort. As if Brax was even interested in comforting him.

"Never do that again."

It's all I can do not to dogpile you with hug.

[most_feared]

Agent K was considerably better, at least externally. He was flipping through a tablet of notes as he headed down the hall, debating where he was going to place people and trying to figure out where there weapons went. He still didn't know how to punish Cooper, or what the shit he was going to do to make up for stabbing Chang in the face.

And then he was veering. Veering. Looked up to see that he'd strode right into the path of Rassilon and didn't feel especially compelled to get out of the way.

Fuck. He lowered the tablet and rolled his eyes. "What's this flood?"

Hugging is good for you!

[shortsghtedlove]

Rassilon had been quite busy with being horrified by the previous hug -- Narvin was bearable, but Braxiatel -- and didn't pay enough attention to his surroundings. As was his luck, he walked right into Agent Kay, felt the sudden compulsion and pulled the man into a friendly embrace.

He closed his eyes. He really, really hated floods.

He didn't deem the Agent's question worth answering. It should be obvious by now. "I see, you are better. The Coordinator was concerned." His tone was a rather remarkable mix between indifference, oh god why am I hugging you, and disapproval.

Awkward old men are awkward and old

[most_feared]

And yup, suddenly hugging Rassilon. At least he managed with some desperation to keep it at his best diplomatic hug and didn't hug the man like he would hug- wait, he never hugged his father? The fuck was he thiking?

He gave Rassilon a pat on the shoulder and sighed. "Yup. He's a pretty good agent when he puts his mind to it. He probably woulda caught me while infested if I didn't have as much active field experience as I do." So. Awkward. How long was the hug supposed to last? Touching was strange anyway.

He pulled away after his accidental affection. At least it wasn't the mistletoe. He hated the mistletoe.

At least Narvin didn't see this one.

[shortsghtedlove]

Rassilon made a low noise in the back of his throat, not quite a growl. He hated this -- being forced to act against his will and hugging these people.

He twitched at the pat, but was fairly sure that that had been part of the hug and not necessarily the Agent's fault, though he was tempted to blame it all on Kay. "Is he?" It wasn't a real question -- he didn't care how good this human thought the Coordinator was. Narvin had failed him on board of this ship and before, when he had refused to follow orders. His execution had been entirely justified.

When the compulsion finally passed, he practically tore himself away from the human, just like with the other two.

It would be a confusing day for him, then.

[most_feared]

As soon as he was free, he was frantically trying to right his suit.

"Yeah," he brushed off his pants legs. Oh he didn't want to be pressing up against everyone on board. "Is it just the hugging? They're not doing the kissing again, are they?" His usually earnest, business-man tone tinged with an edge of obvious disdain.

Most certainly.

[shortsghtedlove]

Rassilon tried to adjust his robes as well; he couldn't run around all dishevelled, after all. How would that look?

He stopped just short of grimacing at the mention kissing. Thank goodness that wasn't the case. "No. Fortunately we have been spared of that, at least." Kissing Braxiatel, or one of these humans, or Narvin... One thing to be glad about, he supposed. After all, the list of people he would want to kiss was as short as the one of people he wanted to hug -- and the Doctor's inclusion had, once again, not come about because of genuine affection.

[most_feared]

"Good." Because so help him, if the mistletoe ever happened again? He'd walk around with duct tape over his mouth. He really would.

"Apologies for the behavior, Lord President." He gave him a quick, polite bow before taking a few steps down the hall. He didn't feel so hostile over the Narvin thing after having saw his admission. He got how that felt. He'd been down in Zero while scrambling around just because Persephone looked like his daughter.

"//I wish you an uneventful trip back to your room.//" He said in precise Gallifreyan, with a Capitolone accent and all the formal acknowledgements, before he started on his way.

[shortsghtedlove]

Rassilon blinked, taken aback by a human speaking Gallifreyan -- and rather well, too. Who had taught him that? Narvin? Surely not, the man was still far to traditional for that... right? Perhaps the Doctor. The small one. Well, at least Kay didn't butcher the language, even though he still felt uncomfortable with some human learning it.

And where were his manners, anyway? He nodded politely, before answering, a faint southern accent paired with rather archaic language making it harder to understand. "//I thank you, Agent. I wish you the same.//" No one could say he wasn't polite if he wanted to be.