We're changing the world around us...
The Eighth Doctor has settled himself near the fireplace with a game that looks suspiciously like Scrabble, although all the tiles appear to be in an entirely different language (twelve of them in fact but he thought this would make the game a bit more challenging).
George is curled up near the front of the Inn, eyes closed but not sleeping. Her mind is still on Xander, on how she wishes she could go back with him and make things better. It pisses her off that such a good person has to go through such stupid shit.
There is a cup on untouched coffee next to her and it's growing very cold for about the third time now. That poor, unloved coffee.
Reid is back and is seated at a table, watching a small meal he'd thought up ages ago. His mind is off somewhere else though, turning around everything that's happened to him recently and trying to block it out, even if it was just for a while.
The Tenth Doctor is sprawled out on a couch, eyes shut and merely existing in his own head for a bit. He's taking a moment for himself, reflecting on everything that's seemed to happen within the last few days. Of course more things have happened to him in less time, but still, taking a moment to figure out where exactly he stood in all this definitely seemed like a good idea. Especially while it still seemed like no one's life was depending on it.
Lucy has tucked herself away from the main part of the Inn, very comfortable in a corner with a book and a cup of tea. She's been trying to avoid the majority of the people she knows, her taste for socialization pushed away by a certain drumbeat that she's almost sure she's hearing again, not just from her husband, but others.
It makes her a little weary of the whole social bit, y'know?
However, the narration fully encourages poking at one and all!
(OOC: Ugh, okay, I really shouldn't be doing this because it's exam week and I have stuff due still but I don't care. I damn well deserve a break and the pups need a little attention.)
George is curled up near the front of the Inn, eyes closed but not sleeping. Her mind is still on Xander, on how she wishes she could go back with him and make things better. It pisses her off that such a good person has to go through such stupid shit.
There is a cup on untouched coffee next to her and it's growing very cold for about the third time now. That poor, unloved coffee.
Reid is back and is seated at a table, watching a small meal he'd thought up ages ago. His mind is off somewhere else though, turning around everything that's happened to him recently and trying to block it out, even if it was just for a while.
The Tenth Doctor is sprawled out on a couch, eyes shut and merely existing in his own head for a bit. He's taking a moment for himself, reflecting on everything that's seemed to happen within the last few days. Of course more things have happened to him in less time, but still, taking a moment to figure out where exactly he stood in all this definitely seemed like a good idea. Especially while it still seemed like no one's life was depending on it.
Lucy has tucked herself away from the main part of the Inn, very comfortable in a corner with a book and a cup of tea. She's been trying to avoid the majority of the people she knows, her taste for socialization pushed away by a certain drumbeat that she's almost sure she's hearing again, not just from her husband, but others.
It makes her a little weary of the whole social bit, y'know?
However, the narration fully encourages poking at one and all!
(OOC: Ugh, okay, I really shouldn't be doing this because it's exam week and I have stuff due still but I don't care. I damn well deserve a break and the pups need a little attention.)