Multipup Post - Silver, letters, and Russian literature

[nightwatchwolf]

Angua stalks into the Inn and slams the door behind her - not terribly violently, but just enough to make it clear she's not having the best of days. She walks right through the Inn proper to the back door, yanks it open as well, and steps outside, taking a deep breath in the open air. Fresh air - and a little space - are just what she needs. If

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[molokovcocktail]

Molokov comes down the stairs, hair still slightly damp from the shower. He sees Walter and smiles. The smile grows wider as he draws closer and sees the book his counterpart is reading.

"Hello, Walter," he says in Russian.

[smashbastards]

Walter glances over to Molokov and grins. "Hello, Alexander." Also in Russian, because he knows it will make Molokov happy.

[molokovcocktail]

It is such a little thing, but yes, hearing his native language from Walter's lips does make Molokov very happy.

He sits in a chair next to Walter and leans back with a sigh. "What are you reading?"

[smashbastards]

"Pushkin," Walter says, his eyes fixed on Molokov, smile unwavering. It's not like he doesn't see him quite often lately, in the Inn, but every time they're together, he still finds it very hard to stop smiling. After all, in Walter's line of work, relationships tend not to last long. He might as well enjoy it while he can. "Kapitanskaya Dochka."

[ohtheseshoes]

The Doctor was seated in a way that he was able to survey as much as the inn as possible, although in his opinion there really wasn't too much to watch right then. Instead he'd taken to tuning up his sonic screwdriver just a little until something interesting caught his eye.

And then Angua came in.

He arches a brow and rises to his feet, shoving everything in his pocket and following as she moves outside.

"Not having a good day," he asks, leaning against the door and giving her space just in case she wasn't up for closer contact.

[nightwatchwolf]

Angua glances back over her shoulder, though she doesn't need to - she can recognize the Doctor well enough by his scent, which is much improved (for her own sanity, at least) with the absence of blood.

"Yes. You could definitely say that."

[ohtheseshoes]

"Can I pry or would it be best to just pretend I never saw anything?"

Cause y'know, he's just sooo good at that.

[nightwatchwolf]

She takes a breath, frustrated, and then shakes her head. "It's fine. It's really fine. I'm just..."

She glances up at the sky, and then back down at the Doctor. "Do I look like I'm going to eat anyone?"

[cptshakes]

Here Jason, have a Captain Shakespeare.

The Captain stands next to the table, in full pirate Captain garb.

"Darling, you look far too frustrated for your own good. Really. You're messing up that pretty face of yours. Here." He thinks up tea in cups for them both, and pushes the crumpled papers to the side of the table with a tiny smirk. "Relax."

[farewellhero]

Jason looks up at him, blinking in surprise. He's not used to being approached by pirates who call him darling. But then, most people aren't.

"Uh..." he says, very eloquently. He's just not sure how else to respond to that.

[cptshakes]

"Augh! I'm an absolute klutz, I tell you, but running around acting all bloodthirsty and pirate-like all day tends to make you forget your manners! Forgive me, I am Captain Shakespeare."

The Captain bows low, and then takes a seat across from him, gently pressing the cup of tea toward him.

"Go ahead, take a drink." He smiles a little. "It will he-e-elp."

Yes, help was said in a sing-songy matter. What of it?

[farewellhero]

Everyone in this place seems to be convinced of the power of tea to fix everything. Jason, personally, isn't sold on that, but if it'll placate the madman, he'll drink it.

"I'm Jason..." he says, and sips cautiously at the tea.

[stopatakiss]

Here, Jason. Have a babymama. She's... very very pregnant.

And she's a bit more sympathetic towards him than the last time he talked to her.

"Um... having trouble writing something?" she asks.

[farewellhero]

Jason looks up and gives her an ironic smile. "What would make you say that?"

[stopatakiss]

"I don't know, really. There are no outward signs of it."

He gets a little smile from her. "How are you?"

[farewellhero]

"Very perceptive," he says, mock-approvingly. "I'm alright. You know. Same as usual."