This place again?

[a petulant little girl is staring around the Plane, hands on her hips and bottom lip jutting out. because of the 12 Days of Christmas plot, Lucy's back to her little self! with memories of the last time she showed up - but not of the intervening time. to her it's been a couple months since the last time she showed up ( Read more... )

[Lucy is sitting on the Plane, staring at nothing, her hands resting in her lap. she's been like this ever since Meredith's transmission, eyes affixed to the general location of the hologram]

Harry...? Harry is coming back, isn't he? [laughs a little, broken] They can't keep him forever, not my Harry. He's too good for them.

[if only she were ( Read more... )

[The Master is currently outside of his Fortress of Solitude aka the kitchen. He is outside of it, despite the irregularity of his phasing, because that area of the Plane is occupied by one, Lucy Saxon ( Read more... )

[much like Damon, Lucy is on the Plane, staring at a letter. her hand is shaking, but she's otherwise calm, a smooth, emotionless expression on her face. not unlike her days on the Valiant, really ( Read more... )

[it's been a while, Plane, but Lucy's back and sitting on the outskirts of that little forest that was brought here quite some time ago. she isn't really paying attention to her surroundings, focused instead on her hands. the ground around her is littered with what looks like pieces of leaves ( Read more... )

[it's amazing how someone determined can ignore a lot of snow and such, especially when snow tends to remind her of things she'd Rather Not Think About, but this particular someone is on a mission ( Read more... )

[so there's music playing from the fourth floor. some Scissor Sisters, to be exact! it's pretty loud, so it shouldn't be hard to heeeeeear

and is that a Mrs Lucy Saxon dancing along while munching some jelly babies? why yes, yes it is! she's in a modest red swimsuit with matching flipflops, just bopping about to the music ( Read more... )

[there is a Lucy on the Plane. she's standing near the desk her little!self had brought, idly flipping through the pages of one of her maths texts, her expression flat. is she upset? sad? indifferent? who knows. but she is looking. and, after a moment, she turns to the eight-track player, almost hitting 'play' but pulling her hand away instead ( Read more... )

[little!Lucy is back on the Plane and it looks like she might have brought her study area with her. there's a desk with books and papers stacked neatly along the edges, a handful of pens and pencils resting in a groove along the top. one of the books -- it looks like a history text -- is open and has some random doodles and notations along the ( Read more... )

--ather will be so pleas...ed

[the little girl stops in her tracks, the ice skates she's holding falling to the 'ground' with a clatter as she stares at her surroundings. she was quite certain she'd just been in London -- and this doesn't look a thing like London. this doesn't even look a thing like Blackpool, which she's always been told loves ( Read more... )