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[allthroughtime]

The narration would like to present the multi-character post of doom.

The Eighth Doctor is walking about and looking, for the most part, quite pleased with himself.  Oh yes, there’s certainly something burning at the back of his mind, a certain door that he knows he ought to be going through, but he’s ignoring that for much lighter thoughts.

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[smallstonesteps]

Reki was going to slip upstairs, not entirely comfortable with the current crowd, but the boy trying to hide with a sketchbook caught her attention.

She walks over to him. "What are you working on?"

[hadanother]

At the sound of a voice, the book is quickly hidden under the couch. As much as he likes sitting there and trying to draw, he's none too fond of anyone noticing him doing it.

"Nothing," he mumbles, not looking at her. "Just sitting here listening to folks.'

Picking his head up, he tilts it just slightly. "What're you doing. 'Sides talking to me. You had to be doing something before you came over here."

Don't mind him, he can be a little nosy sometimes.

[smallstonesteps]

Well, she had never liked sharing her work before it was finished, and then...only some of it. So Reki let the sketchbook slide.

"I was walking." She doesn't mind, she's used to inquisitive children.

[hadanother]

"Walking where? You had to be coming from somewhere? Unless you can just pop up like something magical."

He blinks, studying her closely. "You're not something magical, are you?"

[smallstonesteps]

"No, I'm not," she smiles. "I was walking from there," Reki pointed to a fireplace, "to there," now she indicated the stairs.