The Doctor is in the common room very early in the morning, before the sun's even up outside, in pyjamas instead of his usual suit, sitting at a table with a cup of tea by his arm and a little notepad in front of him, scribbling notes down. Of course, most of what he's writing down are complex circular symbols, Gallifreyan no one here will be able ( Read more... )

Desmond Descant is in the common room, sitting with a chair turned at such an angle that he's clearly visible to all who enter, no matter where someone might happen to enter from. He's doing this for the benefit of one Martha Jones, who has apparently gone out to find him. He's keeping his eyes on the clock, because he knows from reliable sources ( Read more... )

The world is spinning, and Cole Anderson's knees hit the carpeted floor dully. Things go in and out of focus, and as he leans forward, his fingers splayed out before him on the printed carpeting ( Read more... )

Descant is  back ( Read more... )

Anyone walking through the common room would be hard-pressed to miss Penny, seated in a chair with a notebook in her lap and a borrowed mobile (she's not sure whose) to her ear. Her expression is enough to tip anyone off to her obvious frustration, but if it wasn't enough, there's the frantic tapping on her notebook with a pen to show it as well.

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Revan wakes up with her head leaning against the leg of a table. …A *wooden* table. They don’t use wood anymore, do they? Everything’s spinning, out of focus; the back of her head, where it's touching the table, is aching a bit ( Read more... )

Aiden's back in the cafeteria again, voraciously eating some macaroni and cheese while simultaneously frowning at something he's trying to draw on his sketchpad. (Never let it be said that he's not got a talent for multitasking ( Read more... )

There's a dark-haired young woman sitting in the common room, staring into the flickering flames of the fireplace, like she's seeing something different altogether ( Read more... )

Julian Sark is nothing if not patient. Unfortunately, patience is usually much easier to have when one’s in Milan or Barbados or Galway and not in a version of Chicago slowly on the verge of being devoured by a rift in time and space (how Rambaldi had managed to miss something like that in his prophecies he’ll never know- maybe this world didn’t ( Read more... )

Everything's echoing oddly in Kara's head ( Read more... )