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I went away for a while because nobody was answering my threads and I didn’t want to be a pest. Figured I’d just take a break from DW and see how things went from there.
Nearly two weeks later, still nothing.
Did I offend somebody or something?
April 2012
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March 2012
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Dropping By
“Hard to pick out a specific moment,” she answered, head still on his shoulder. “More like a gradual process, really.”
[ Jack was half shocked half pleased. Now there was only one thing to ask]
So what do we do about it?
“Good question,” she answered with a dry laugh. “You tell me. You’ve been immortal longer than I have.”
Dropping By
Alexa closed the distance between them and put a hand on his arm. “Jack, you exist.” She put her arms around him and leaned her head on his shoulder. “I believe that, I really do. You look like a dead man and that makes it hard sometimes. But you’re not him, not at all. I don’t know you yet, but I want to. You seem like someone I would like to know.” She sighed. “If you see something in my eyes, it’s not what you think. It’s just good, old-fashioned guilt.”
[Jack’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her with confusion] Guilt about what? you’ve done nothing wrong!
“Guilt for what happened before, not being able to save him,” she answered. “Guilt over falling for you so fast, as if I’m horrible for finding someone else to care about this soon.”
You’ve… fallen for me? [Jack’s eyes widened. Well, Harkness, here you are.] When was this?
“Hard to pick out a specific moment,” she answered, head still on his shoulder. “More like a gradual process, really.”
Dropping By
Alexa closed the distance between them and put a hand on his arm. “Jack, you exist.” She put her arms around him and leaned her head on his shoulder. “I believe that, I really do. You look like a dead man and that makes it hard sometimes. But you’re not him, not at all. I don’t know you yet, but I want to. You seem like someone I would like to know.” She sighed. “If you see something in my eyes, it’s not what you think. It’s just good, old-fashioned guilt.”
[Jack’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her with confusion] Guilt about what? you’ve done nothing wrong!
“Guilt for what happened before, not being able to save him,” she answered. “Guilt over falling for you so fast, as if I’m horrible for finding someone else to care about this soon.”
Dropping By
She moved further into the kitchen, very obviously unconvinced. “Jack, what’s wrong?”
[He let’s out a deep sigh] You look at me with old eyes, eyes that say “I know you” but they don’t. Eyes that look like you’re staring into a dead man. Here I am trying to woo you over subtly and then you look at me like you don’t believe I exist…
Alexa closed the distance between them and put a hand on his arm. “Jack, you exist.” She put her arms around him and leaned her head on his shoulder. “I believe that, I really do. You look like a dead man and that makes it hard sometimes. But you’re not him, not at all. I don’t know you yet, but I want to. You seem like someone I would like to know.” She sighed. “If you see something in my eyes, it’s not what you think. It’s just good, old-fashioned guilt.”
OOC
bed time, moar reblogs tomorrow!
Dropping By
She shook her head slowly. “No, that’s OK.” She looked down at the popcorn bowl- empty.
Oh! It’s empty, let me go make more! [He grabbed the bowl and ran into the kitchen hitting the keys and popping the popcorn, he didn’t even bother to stop the movie.]
She paused it for him and followed him into the kitchen. “Jack, are you OK?”
[He feigned a smile] Course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?
She moved further into the kitchen, very obviously unconvinced. “Jack, what’s wrong?”
Dropping By
She shook her head slowly. “No, that’s OK.” She looked down at the popcorn bowl- empty.
Oh! It’s empty, let me go make more! [He grabbed the bowl and ran into the kitchen hitting the keys and popping the popcorn, he didn’t even bother to stop the movie.]
She paused it for him and followed him into the kitchen. “Jack, are you OK?”
Play
Dropping By
Alexa took the hint and quieted down. Who was she to judge how he enjoyed himself? She nibbled some more popcorn contentedly, this time not bothering to inch away from him.
[Jack threw his arm around her and held her comfortably]
You’re a good friend Alexa. Just thought I’d tell you that.
She sat there stiffly for a moment, then mentally shrugged and relaxed against him. “Thanks, Jack. You, too.”
[Jack noticed the stiffness] What? Something wrong? I can move my arm if you want.
She shook her head slowly. “No, that’s OK.” She looked down at the popcorn bowl- empty.
Murder at the Theatre
“He’s a diabetic, type 2 if I recall correctly,” he shrugged. “No other issues I was ever informed of. But I don’t do the hiring here, the company manager does.”
“Of course, of course. I understand,” said Sherlock. “Thank you for your valuable time.” To Alexa he said, “Come along I’m sure there are other people to be interviewed.”
After a pause: “Well it couldn’t have been him that set that bottle there. He knows about his diabetes. Who should we talk to next? Did Martin have an assistant of any kind?”
She shook her head. “No assistant I know about.” Alexa thought it over. “He was always trying to peep on the girls getting dressed when he brought down the headset mikes. Maybe one of the actresses had it in for him.”
An Actress Meets a Time Lord
Alexa nodded slowly. “I know what you mean.”
She finished her meal and dabbed her face delicately with a napkin. “If it weren’t for all the running I have to do, I wouldn’t be able to fit my gowns anymore,” she joked.
*He shrugs with a small smile.* I’m becoming a glutton, living with Jenny. She’s an expert cook—as good as you are an actress. But…all food on Earth, it’s brilliant. *He smiles, finishing as well.*
She picked up her tray and tossed out the rubbish. “There’s a saying here on Earth. The fastest way to a man’s heart- er, hearts- is through his stomach.”
*He follows her with his own tray, furrowing his brow as he mimics her actions.* Hearts? I—Jenny— *He stumbles over his words, though the last bit comes out in a quick breath.* Jenny’s just my friend.
Alexa snickered. “Sure she is.” She put the tray on top of the receptacle. “It’s about time I got you back to her, I think. Where are you staying?”
Dropping By
Alexa took the hint and quieted down. Who was she to judge how he enjoyed himself? She nibbled some more popcorn contentedly, this time not bothering to inch away from him.
[Jack threw his arm around her and held her comofortably]
You’re a good friend Alexa. Just thought I’d tell you that.
She sat there stiffly for a moment, then mentally shrugged and relaxed against him. “Thanks, Jack. You, too.”
Dropping By
She smiled shyly and took the bowl. “Thank you.”
Ah! Here it comes! [Jack sczootched over to her and excitedly pointed at the screen as the two dogs met at the the end of each spaghetti strand in a kiss] So cute!
She laughed. “Did you just… squee?”
Alexa took the hint and quieted down. Who was she to judge how he enjoyed himself? She nibbled some more popcorn contentedly, this time not bothering to inch away from him.
Dropping By
She smiled shyly and took the bowl. “Thank you.”
Ah! Here it comes! [Jack sczootched over to her and excitedly pointed at the screen as the two dogs met at the the end of each spaghetti strand in a kiss] So cute!
She laughed. “Did you just… squee?”
Murder at the Theatre
“The company manager subscribes to the notion that the play is doing badly because it’s too old-fashioned and because families can’t bring their children to see it due to the strip routines in the show,” he answered stiffly. “I, personally, attribute its failure to miscasting.” He looked daggers at Alexa.
Alexa ground her teeth but said nothing.
“As for why anyone would want Martin dead, I have no idea,” he continued. “He’s a quiet man. Divorcee. Bit of a drunk. But no enemies I’m aware of.”
Sherlock didn’t want to spend anymore time with this odious man, but he decided to ask one final question, “Did he have any medical problems that you were aware of? I’m assuming when you hired him you were informed of this kind of thing.”
“He’s a diabetic, type 2 if I recall correctly,” he shrugged. “No other issues I was ever informed of. But I don’t do the hiring here, the company manager does.”
Murder at the Theatre
“On the contrary,” he answered icily. “Sound engineers are often part of the theater company. Stagehands, contrariwise, are independent contractors hired from production to production, usually teenagers looking for a foot in the door. We rarely have the same backstage crew twice. But Martin has been with us for nearly a decade. What do you need to know about him?”
“Well I’m pleased to hear that you know something about him then,” Sherlock responded just as cooly. “What I need to know is why someone would want to kill him. I was also wondering why your play hasn’t done that well.”
He could see that neither one of the questions pleased the director and that he was almost at the point of kicking the two of them out of his office.
Sherlock held up his hand and said, “Please my good fellow don’t get to worked up. It’s not good for the blood pressure as my dear doctor friend is fond of telling me. Just answer the question.”
“The company manager subscribes to the notion that the play is doing badly because it’s too old-fashioned and because families can’t bring their children to see it due to the strip routines in the show,” he answered stiffly. “I, personally, attribute its failure to miscasting.” He looked daggers at Alexa.
Alexa ground her teeth but said nothing.
“As for why anyone would want Martin dead, I have no idea,” he continued. “He’s a quiet man. Divorcee. Bit of a drunk. But no enemies I’m aware of.”