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[allthroughtime]

The Eighth Doctor has settled himself near the fireplace with a game that looks suspiciously like Scrabble, although all the tiles appear to be in an entirely different language (twelve of them in fact but he thought this would make the game a bit more challenging).

George is curled up near the front of the Inn, eyes closed but not sleeping. Her

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[unphase]

Kitty is coming down the stairs from the Library (because really, where else would she be?) when she sees the Eighth Doctor. Sneaking up behind him, she grins and places her hands gently over his eyes. "Guess who!"

And really, she doesn't give him time to guess before she's hugging his shoulders from behind, her cheek pressed against his. "How are you, Doctor?"

[allthroughtime]

He laughs, tilting his head just so that he might drop a kiss against her cheek before an arm comes around for somewhat awkward hug.

"I'm doing quite well now," he informs with a grin. "But that might be because of a certain young lady who decided to pop up and surprise me."

[unphase]

Phasing so that she might sit next to him on the couch, she's nothing but smiles. "It's good to hear. I think everyone was worried for you for a little while there."

Looking down to the game of scrabble, she wrinkles her nose. She can tell its in different languages, but she cannot read many of them at all. "Have you been playing this by yourself?" She asks and, because he's gotten her to form a terrible habit, presses against his side.

[allthroughtime]

Eight smiles to himself as she preses close, amused to see that his need for physicality is spreading a little. An arm will come to wrap around the girl's shoulders as he nods. "Mmhm, I won't be doing it for long though. There's another regeneration running around who owes me a game."

Something flickers agianst his features as he mentions his Fifth self, nerves perhaps? Or something else. NO matter what it was, it proved to be gone with a blink of an eye.

"I haven't seen you around lately," he points out, peering down at the girl. "What've you been doing?"

[impossible_thng]

Jack's sitting near the Doctor - his Doctor, or at least one of them - and making a point not to really look at him. He's under the impression he's on probation or something, in the Doctor's mind. For what, he's not sure (for dying? For coming back?), but he'll figure it out. And fix it. One of these days.

For now, he's fiddling with his Vortex Manipulator, kind of hoping that if he pushes the right buttons in the right order, it might actually start working. This would be a lot easier with a sonic screwdriver.

[allthroughtime]

Ten's been aware of Jack for quite some time, the soft noises of his fiddling hard to ignore. It is only after a long while though, that he will roll onto his side and stare at the other male.

"It probably won't work here," he informs. "I have a sneaking suspicion that the Inn conspires with any other method of leaving so that we go when it wants us to."

[impossible_thng]

Jack looks over at the Doctor and frowns a little. "Don't tell me it's got a mind of its own like the TARDIS. I can only deal with so many living buildings... ships... whatever."

He glances down briefly at the Vortex Manipulator, trying a new series of adjustments before glancing up again. "I don't even care if it doesn't work in here as long as it does out there. It hasn't been since... Well, since I got off the Game Station and wound up in Cardiff in 1869."

[allthroughtime]

"I have no idea," ten admits. "But would it really be that hard to believe?"

He's silent for a moment as he studies the object, not exactly havning a clear view of the thing but also have no plans to movie either. "You're doing it wrong," he finally ventures. Of course it doesn't mean he's going to say how to do it right but at least it's something.

[empath_wiggin]

A blonde woman is staring at the not-quite-scrabble. "Oh, that looks lovely. Different languages?" She smiles, a bit sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm not used to people using different languages like that. I thought I was one of the few people who did it." Valentine just grins.

[allthroughtime]

Eight looks up, a little startled but certainly not upset. "It's perfectly fine! No need for apologies at all."

"Care for a sit?" He gestures to a seat across from him and smiles. "After all, I can't possibly let someone who appreciates a good game of multi-lingual Scrabble get away that easily, can I?"

[empath_wiggin]

Valentine laughs cheerfully. "I'll definitely take you up on that." She sits, then peers at the board. "I think I know most of these. Earth-based, aren't they?" Beat. "Although, I don't think I know that particular one." She points at something with some odd characters.

Pausing, she makes a bit of a face. "Oh, er, sorry. I'm Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker."

[not_the_lion]

If Ten should happen to open his eyes at some point, he might notice a young man he met a couple regenerations back in a nearby armchair, alternating between reading the newspaper he's got and eyeing him.
Depending on who this bloke is, Regulus... may or may not have cause for worry. He's rather hoping it's not a Crouch. That would be highly inconvenient.

(OOC: Hello, fellow finals-cruncher! If I run slow, that's likely why.)

[allthroughtime]

Ten is well aware that he is being watched, he was just hoping that sooner rather than later, the boy would get bored and find something else to stare at.

Alas, it wasn't meant to be and he finds himself cracking open a lid and staring back. "You...Didn't I meet you once?" It's a familiar face but one from quite a while ago.

"The one who was doing the revolution bit, yes?"

[not_the_lion]

"...If that were the case, you certainly didn't look like that at the time."
He's still keeping his guard up, but as far as he knows, none of the Crouches have heard about the revolution in any case. They're either too caught up in the Ministry or too enamored by the Death Eater platform.
Still, the similarity's a bit disconcerting.

[allthroughtime]

Ten shakes his head. "NOpe. Regenerated twice since the last time I saw you." He's a little unsure why the other seems so tense, after all it wasn't like anything particularly disastrous happened at their last meeting, something he's rather proud of since it tends to, more of then than not, work out that way.

[theresme]

Rose isn't avoiding the Doctor (Ten, that is), per se. She just... isn't sure she wants to deal with either worried looks or a poor attempt at pretending nothing's happened at all (or a combination of the two). Not from him. Not right now.

But he also makes her feel safe, which, subconsciously, is probably why she drifts over to the man playing alien Scrabble.

"So... what languages are those?"

[allthroughtime]

The Doctor looks up and smiles once he's seen who has interrupted his game. "Hello there," he starts eyes drifting back to his game. "Welsh, English, Arabic, Japanese, Russian and the rest you wouldn't be familiar with."

He studies her a moment before venturing ot ask a question. "Why aren't you with your Doctor? Not that I'm trying trying to push you away or some such thing, I'm just curious. You seemed rather taken with him from what I've heard."

[theresme]

Rose flushes a little bit and shrugs absently, like it doesn't matter. "Don't know. Just felt like... getting to know him better. You. Whatever."

No. She glances over her shoulder at her Doctor and bites her lip, then looks back and forces a smile. "So. How are you?"

[allthroughtime]

He follows her gaze to his later regeneration, lips quirking up just a little. "I see some things never quite change with us."

"As well as can be expected." A shrug. "Although I have to say, it's a bit strange seeing all these bits of me running around."