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[miseardae]

[an irritable, dishevelled, bruised Doctor pops into existence alongside a large arm chair, a disarming bright blue in the darkness, and a white hat stand that gleams in the starlight]

Simple. It was supposed to be simple, and quick, but of course it never is, not when I really need it to be, and now...

[he continues to mutter under his breath as

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[damnfinecoffee]

They never are when you need them to be.

[miseardae]

[a wry smile twists his lips when he opens his eyes]

No. Everything that can go wrong...

[damnfinecoffee]

Always at the worst times.

[miseardae]

Oh, of course, it wouldn't be as amusing otherwise.

[miseardae]

[gazes up at him with a faint, weary smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes]

Chaos. Slaughter. Destruction.

[miseardae]

[slowly, he shakes his head]

It's not your fault, Sam.

[brigadiertardis]

[approaches cautiously, concerned] Doctor...?

[miseardae]

[looks up, managing a sincere, if small, smile of greeting]

Hello.

[brigadiertardis]

What happened?

[miseardae]

[softly]

People died.

[noking]

[Shenzi approaches to lean against the armchair and, if it's low enough, rest her head on the arm]

What?

[miseardae]

[it is indeed low enough, and he shifts to accomodate her]

Very bad day.

[noking]

Awww. What happened?

[miseardae]

A raid gone awry. We were expected - someone must have betrayed us, I'll need to find and kill them.

[soimpressive]

We've never been able to manage simple.

[miseardae]

[faint smirk] We have too. Just not when it's most important.

[soimpressive]

[mirrors it without really thinking] When else do we ever want to?