He was stopping by the bulletin board to rifle amongst all the other notices, peering at them with a curious eye and shrugging. Of all the things he had to do, his own notice was a little bit selfish, sure, but he still wanted to do it. He'd scrawled (in perfect writing, no Doctor's chicken scratch for him) a notice and was now pinning it up.

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Between Jack's efforts, a few pointers made by Ianto, and his own work, the Doctor had been able to get parts of the TARDIS' databanks up and running. Access was spotty and rather limited (particularly to Earth), but there was music, and there was a bit more light, and some books on readout ( Read more... )

Death had a stack of books at the table and she leafed through them absently. The Birth Order Book, Soul Healing, The Nurture Assumption, Mad House: Growing Up With A Mentally Ill Sibling and Secrets of Attraction: The Universal Laws of Love, Sex and Romance. The bookself was not amusing her today at all. She'd not seen Stephen yesterday, instead ( Read more... )

Dream had taken to long walks, mostly at night, though sometimes he was restless, like today. He did a lot of thinking, mostly about mortality, about the things he had taken for granted, about home, oh, how he missed his Realm. Walking here was nothing like walking there. The terrain never changed ( Read more... )

Mike wakes up at dawn with a fairly intense need to pee ( Read more... )

Dream had been mortal for a full week, and so far he was unimpressed. He'd give anything to be back in his Realm, in his castle, in his bed with some beautiful creature, or even just alone, blessed solitude. He didn't know what was worse, waking up with a mouthful of his sister's hair, or sleeping and dreamingMaybe they should see about building ( Read more... )

There was nothing sadder, Eostre knew, than a cake with no-one to eat it. She was sitting at the kitchen table with her chin resting on her fist, staring at a small white cake. She'd very deliberately made it plain, like Neil had asked for, and it had honestly taken her no time at all to make, but that wasn't the point ( Read more... )

The Saturday morning clinic shift gave Wilson a reason to get up early, which he appreciated. He started his day with a short jog, just down to the beach and back, then showered and dressed for the day. He'd been hoarding normal looking clothes since the incident with the parachute pants, but he still thought that an offering to the clothes box ( Read more... )

Though Death had offered to find some space in the room now occupied by her and their sister, Dream had assured her that he would be fine. He preferred the nighttime to think, to walk ( Read more... )

"Dream?" she said. "Give me your hand." He could hardly see her through the rain ( Read more... )