Homeless

[verypatientwoman]

Dear Miss Mundane,

while I am quite grateful for the free lodgings you have granted me, and am indeed rather flattered by your interest in my person, I would, if I may, like to make a modest request.

So far, your expression of my character has been fairly volatile. It is true that I prefer practicality over following any flighty fancy; such a mindset, however, does not necessarily lend the person possessing it to violent acts of the kind you have attributed me with. I am also beginning to feel somewhat distressed about the cynicism inherent in the way you seem to assume myself to perceive my marriage. John is a good, honest man; thinking of our union with that level of worldly misanthropy would border on disrespect.

With hope for continued and improved cooperation I remain respectfully yours,

Mary Watson

((ooc: non-graphic mention of rape in comment narrative.))

Comments

[captjacksparrow]

[ Is he suppose to introduce himself? The Doctor would probably introduce himself. Smile excitably. Well, Jack can do that.

Can you see all his teeth yet? Does he look friendly and eager to meet you? His cheek hurts. ]

But you're still thinking of going about it that way? [ Just because you agree misanthropy is bad doesn't mean you're planning on changing your ways. ]

[verypatientwoman]

[You're creepy. And drunk. And asking intrusive questions. She's going to clutch her hands together tightly and tilt her head.]

I believe my letter implied otherwise.

[captjacksparrow]

Implied... [ Erm. What did it imply? Implied...something. Something. His left eyelid is drooping. It's distracting. ] it were a thought of yours.

[ See this personal conversation thing? Yeah; he's awesome at it. He is amazing. He can totally be the Doctor. ]

John your, er, John?

[ That's a joke. John being another word for bloke or man. The sudden lurching-swaying into Mary's personal space gives it away. With finger pointing. Adament finger pointing. He's so clever. ]

He a boyfriend? [ Leering. Kind of.

Boyfriend! He knows that word. Isn't it marvellous that he knows that word? This future-thing, he's good at it. Totally a time travelling expert. ]

[dreamtofbeing]

[While Mary takes a quick, startled step backwards to evade the pirate lurch-swaying her way, a tall, skinny man enters this awkward multiversal scene. He gives Mary an apologetic smile-- ]

Don't worry, he's harmless.

[ --and takes Jack by the arm to pull him back and away.]

Jack, what are you doing? Leave the lady alone.

[captjacksparrow]

Doctor! [ That smile before? Has nothing on this one now. It encapsulates all the absurd delight in the world. There should be hugs. Happy, groping hugs with Jack's arms draped around the Doctor's shoulders. It doesn't matter that the Doctor is taller than him. Slouch. ]

[dreamtofbeing]

Yes, Jack. It's me. Hello. [Hug. Okay, hug is okay. He's going to smile. It's genuine at first, and then turns a little awkward as a hundred and forty pounds of dead pirate weight drape around his neck. The Doctor is going to sniff. Are you drunk? Or, rather, how drunk are you?]

[Mary, in the meantime, will leave. Hugging, drunk men asking intrusive questions, no thank you. She's off.]

[captjacksparrow]

It is you! [ It is! Have they established that? They should establish that. ] M'being you, mate. M'...you.

[ He is. He's trying to be. It's difficult to explain. It's difficult to stand. Possibly. Maybe. He'll hang onto the Doctor's shoulders. ]

[dreamtofbeing]

M-hm. [Whatever, Jack. He's not trying to make sense of what you're saying. He is, though, slightly worried. You smell of rum, you always do, but right now not badly enough to justify your state.]

You're a bit intoxicated, aren't you? Do you know why?

[Also, this way. Come on. This way, to the next convenient multiverse exit.]