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[numbered_doctor]

With work done for the day, and Thirteen looking to unwind, the young doctor finds herself in Milliways this evening.

So, armed with a book and a plate of fried paradoxes, she takes up residence in one of the Bar's many couches and alternates between reading, and people-watching as she lounges.

Botherable.

Comments

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey Remy."

Guppy comes over, giving her a slightly preoccupied smile.

"How's it going?"

[numbered_doctor]

"Hey, Guppy."

She looks up from her book, offering Guppy a smile as he approaches.

"Hasn't been going too badly. How about you?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Not too bad thanks. Fry's making quite an impression at his new school, but he's not got into trouble yet per se."

Guppy sits down.

"Also, I, um, kind of have some sort of rash running up my arm. Which I don't recognise, and the scanner didn't either, other than to tell me to put mayonnaise on it. Which for some reason seems to be helping..."

[numbered_doctor]

"That's a little troubling," she says with a frown.

Beat.

"Wait, did you say mayonnaise? As in the condiment?"

[crabbycustomer]

The backdoor opens on rainy darkness, and Karkat stomps in. He frequently stomps, though, and tonight he doesn't look as much pissed off as worn out. He cross the room and flops full-length on the floor in front of the fire, damp, grungy and sweaty. He has a sickle in his hand, which he could easily stow in his strife specibus, but he lets it clatter on the floor anyway.

"BLRGH," he says; it doesn't sound too unhappy, for a shapeless noise. Sometimes you just need to beat the shit out of something. Or everything.

[numbered_doctor]

Thirteen looks up at the noise, and soon spots the troll not too far away.

"Hey again," she says in greeting. "You alright?"

[crabbycustomer]

He twists his head uncomfortably to peer at her through a ragged curtain of hair. "OH IT'S YOU."

"I AM GOING TO TAKE IT AS A PARTICULARLY SALTY INSULT THAT YOU THINK THERE IS ANYTHING ON THE GROUNDS OF THIS PLACE WITH THE SLIGHTEST CAPACITY TO TROUBLE MY SERENE BADASSITUDE. YOU CAN FEEL FREE TO THINK OF ME AS TROLL WILL SMITH IN THAT MOVIE WHERE HE IS A RAGING BADASS AND CONSUMMATE LOVER, WHICH IS ALL OF THEM."

"THE CONSUMMATE LOVER PART IS NOT PARTICULARLY RELEVANT BUT IT IS AN IMMUTABLE FACT I AM CHOOSING TO STATE FOR THE RECORD AT THIS TIME."

Yeah he's fine. Mostly.

[numbered_doctor]

"I never presumed to assume that you couldn't take anything but excellent care of yourself," she says with a roll of her her eyes. "But you collapsing in a heap within spitting distance of me does cause some worry."