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

Mark

[atrophied]

Still alive there, Mark?

Greg

[hard_talker]

It's up for debate.

Mark

[mal_addict]

...Friend of yours? [Buddy no, don't break while she can't go find you and drag you out of a pit of despair ]

Mark

[peeta_bread]

He's... gone?

[It didn't seem real, like at any second, the Doctor would filter to him and say just kidding.]

[ino]

[... wow. when even mark is trying not to sound pissed off or upset .... yikes. she knows how close they were, so ... this has to be a pretty nasty blow.

she'll be foregoing the check-up over the journals and instead opting to go straight to his room. she'll be tapping on his window for him to let her in :) since ... she COULD just let herself in but she doesn't want him to pee himself]

Mark

[atrophied]

I won't say I'm sorry for you or that everything will be fine. But I have a good ear. And ID.

Hard Harry

[courageous_wit]

[it takes her a moment to phrase this properly because she was good friends with the Doctor as well]

If you need it, I'm here to talk.

Greg to end

[hard_talker]

I don't know what I need. Or want. [he's quiet, almost whispering.... He doesn't trust his voice]

Sarge, to end

[hard_talker]

More.

[she deserves his honesty, something more than blind sarcasm or anger, but that one word is almost too much on its own]

Peeta; & I am so sorry....

[hard_talker]

That's what I SAID, isn't it?! Jesus, clean the fucking frosting out of your ears!

Mark to end

[atrophied]

Where are you at?

[hullo_sweetie]

Yes, I've noticed...

Hermione

[hard_talker]

About what, the statistics of how long he was here?

[he is going to hate himself so much for this, he already knows it, but he can feel it building like a pressure cooker, and if they don't leave him alone, it's not going to be pretty]

[hard_talker]

What's your problem? You're still married, just to the younger model. [he's a little upset right now, River, nothing's going to come out right]

[hard_talker]

Oh, I don't know, maybe I felt like broadcasting from the ballroom today. Jesus Christ.

[the sarcasm is the only way he can get the words out. you know how it... Oh right. Loss.]

[hullo_sweetie]

You want me to freak out every time the Doctor disappears? I'm afraid I'm a too used to that.

[Yes she's upset too! River's just better at hiding these sort of things]

He'll come back. He always does. Eventually...

[atrophied]

[ Unfazed. ]

Seen stranger things.

[hard_talker]

[he hears the knock at his window and freezes in panic. shit, not Ino. he's pretty sure if he opens his mouth right now, it's open season. anger and sarcasm are the only safe things. the truth is still too raw. hoarsely:] We're all out, come back tomorrow.

[ino]

[she just makes a "ha, ha, very funny" face and knocks again. NOPE, NOT LEAVING.]

Mark

[lord_wizard]

Damn. I knew it...

[This both comes as a surprise and...doesn't. And he knows that Mark is taking it hard, but what do you even say to that? Especially when he knows Mark will push away any attempt at sympathy...]

...thank you for letting us know.

[hard_talker]

I know it's you, The Shark. You can't fool me.

[ino]

[LMFAO WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN. INO DOESN'T GET YOUR WEIRD POP REFERENCES MARK!!! she just lets out a frustrated huff before she starts fiddling with the lock to get it open LMAO]

[encryptedlock]

Fuck!

[York won't bother asking if he's sure, just running as fast as possible to see if it's true.

Of course, it is.]

Dictated - Uh oh

[wizard_redfive]

[It took Dairine two whole weeks after the Mother's Day fiasco before bothering to tune in again. Honestly, she's still mad at Mark, but by now she's cooled down enough to at least give him a second chance.

But when she hears this announcement, all the anger vanishes, flooded out by a numbness threatening to drown her. For one horrible minute, she thinks Mark is talking about her Doctor. But no, no, she saw him today (even if he wasn't quite himself). When the truth dawns on her, though, it's not much better.

Dairine's voice is quiet, barely audible she's so upset.]

Oh... damn.

[iamdamnloyal]

Oh! I'm not really a professional, but thank you for letting people know that I offered to help out. I mean, I've been trying to help out for a while, but it's nice to get noticed.