we interrupt your regular programming...

[hard_talker]

[there's no Leonard Cohen tonight, no music, no loud tone of voice.  Mark just dictates flatly, in an almost bored monotone.  he wouldn't have bothered at all, save for the fact that, well ... it's what he's supposed to do.  it's what he would have wanted him to do ... and he knows he should do more, actually be angry or involved, more vocal.  he just doesn't have the heart right now.]

Okay, everyone, we've actually got two new arrivals this week, Annabeth and Konzen.   Someone's opened up a shrink office, for those of you in need of professional help, and Lois updated her report on what's out there in the great wide world of Wonderfuck.

But there's... I mean, I have...

[he's quiet for a moment, but the silence is loaded, like he's holding something he can't handle. and finally, as much as he wishes he were braver than this... as much as he knows this deserves more, he just can't. the blank nameplate he saw this morning... the one that confirmed and compounded the feeling in the pit of his stomach... It's too much. he falls back on his armor, hides behind his old nonchalance]

Oh, and the Doctor's gone.  You know.  The one who just got married.  Gone. 


[radio.  silence.  he doesn't even know how to hold all of this, so he's not going to try.]

Comments

[hard_talker]

Yeah, he is, no, it's not, and yeah, he did.

[he sounds so damn tired.]

[goldencirclet]

...I hate this stupid castle.

[hard_talker]

Me, too.