Hello! It's the Doctor; didn't quite catch you in all of the kerfuffle near the end there. Things got a bit hairy, a lot of explosions, some yelling.
[ Just a regular Tuesday-or-whenever for the Doctor, really. ]
Hope you're quite all right.
Good news, though: I got to keep my shawl!
[ Just a regular Tuesday-or-whenever for the Doctor, really. ]
Hope you're quite all right.
Good news, though: I got to keep my shawl!
[This comes through about a minute after everyone's back on the station post mission. She was going to wait, but well, she lost track of him at the end of things thanks to the sleeping sickness and her injury. So she's worried and is keen to speak to him.]
Please tell me you made it back in one piece.
Please tell me you made it back in one piece.
[Waiting for him on her bed on the night of Christmas Eve is a gift. Whenever they stumble back into the room, pleasantly drunk and full of good cheer, she'll be sure to point it out to him.
The first thing he'll see inside the box is one of her rings. She has so many that she wears, and she's given one away this Christmas to those that hold a permanent and very special place in her heart. No matter what may happen, she wants him to always have a piece of her to hold onto. The ring is one she wears frequently, and he may even observe it being absent from her thumb on Christmas Eve. It's special because it's one that she always uses to twirl and alleviate her anxiety - which she needs less and less often these days. It's small and silver, with the tiniest little ruby star stone.
There's also a handmade leather journal, pocket sized, with odds and ends of different sorts of papers that Clara has had to cut and bind together to make something. There's lined paper and blank paper, and even a few pieces of graphing paper in there too. On the first page is a sketch of a raven flying through a starry sky, with thorns wrapped around its wings and trailing down the page to create a border. The thorns eventually become vines, with flowers blossoming in beautiful full color at the bottom of the page. There's parts of one of her favorite poems written among the vines that turn to flowers, written by Sylvia Plath.
Not easy to state the change you made.
If I’m alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Staying put according to habit.
You didn’t just tow me an inch, no
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness, or stars.
When he turns the page onto the back, there's a drawing of his Ouroboros tattoo there. She's studied it enough while they lay together that it's a perfect likeness. It takes up the entire page, with a second part of the poem written the bottom loop of the tattoo.
I shone, mice-scaled, and unfolded
To pour myself out like a fluid
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
I wasn’t fooled. I knew you at once.
The last phrase is underlined and bolded. To remind him that she always sees him. No matter what may happen.]
The first thing he'll see inside the box is one of her rings. She has so many that she wears, and she's given one away this Christmas to those that hold a permanent and very special place in her heart. No matter what may happen, she wants him to always have a piece of her to hold onto. The ring is one she wears frequently, and he may even observe it being absent from her thumb on Christmas Eve. It's special because it's one that she always uses to twirl and alleviate her anxiety - which she needs less and less often these days. It's small and silver, with the tiniest little ruby star stone.
There's also a handmade leather journal, pocket sized, with odds and ends of different sorts of papers that Clara has had to cut and bind together to make something. There's lined paper and blank paper, and even a few pieces of graphing paper in there too. On the first page is a sketch of a raven flying through a starry sky, with thorns wrapped around its wings and trailing down the page to create a border. The thorns eventually become vines, with flowers blossoming in beautiful full color at the bottom of the page. There's parts of one of her favorite poems written among the vines that turn to flowers, written by Sylvia Plath.
Not easy to state the change you made.
If I’m alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Staying put according to habit.
You didn’t just tow me an inch, no
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness, or stars.
When he turns the page onto the back, there's a drawing of his Ouroboros tattoo there. She's studied it enough while they lay together that it's a perfect likeness. It takes up the entire page, with a second part of the poem written the bottom loop of the tattoo.
I shone, mice-scaled, and unfolded
To pour myself out like a fluid
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
I wasn’t fooled. I knew you at once.
The last phrase is underlined and bolded. To remind him that she always sees him. No matter what may happen.]
[Outside Kovacs’ door, he’ll find a box wrapped in (TARDIS) blue paper. There, inside, there is a pink yo-yo and note that reads:]
stay dilf
stay dilf
Edited 2021-12-23 07:45 (UTC)
audio; ( idk pretend this is happening before christmas party stuff )
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attackbrows
2021-12-24 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[If/when Kovacs decides to accept this transmission, he will be greeted by the Doctor's voice but also the sound of water showering in the background.]
I need you to come to the washroom. Bring a dry cloth while you're at it.
I need you to come to the washroom. Bring a dry cloth while you're at it.
I thought you could use a hat. Not always, just when you’re feeling like it, but I saw it on Braccia right near the end of it all and thought, "That Kovacs could use a cool hat". Lucky that I managed to snag it before we’d left.
I wanted to tell you in person how much it meant that you saw what you did while we were asleep but I could never find the words. I can’t even find the words now. But I remember it all, I remember everything and I am ever so glad to have found a friend in you.
Oh! And I found this sort of power thingy, which seems like it could be useful for something.
Happy Christmas mate.
The Doctor
[ Wrapped in a generous swath of blue tissue paper, Kovacs will find a hat-shaped fedora hat, and an AC adapter with one end for a wall socket, and the other with an unrecognizable plug. Possibly useless, but like the Doc says: who knows? ]
I wanted to tell you in person how much it meant that you saw what you did while we were asleep but I could never find the words. I can’t even find the words now. But I remember it all, I remember everything and I am ever so glad to have found a friend in you.
Oh! And I found this sort of power thingy, which seems like it could be useful for something.
Happy Christmas mate.
The Doctor
[ Wrapped in a generous swath of blue tissue paper, Kovacs will find a hat-shaped fedora hat, and an AC adapter with one end for a wall socket, and the other with an unrecognizable plug. Possibly useless, but like the Doc says: who knows? ]
( from here )
[ marta thinks she's passively tough — resilient because she's had to be, to weather out all that had been thrown at her.
but she doesn't know how to be tough without needing to be first. ]
I'd appreciate it.
In return I'll let you keep that gown.
[ this time, when she wakes up to an empty room, marta knows why. she'd been half-awake as it was when clara first dropped by and requested kovacs' audience, but had drifted back off to sleep and stayed sleeping well until someone had drifted by to let her know she was fully discharged and free to go when she'd like. not one to take up room that might be needed by someone any more than she already has, marta, of course, decides to check out that instant.
she's not sure how long ago it had been since kovacs had stepped out, but that's how he'll find her when he returns — out of the bed, dressed in one of the items of clothing they keep around for emergencies like hers where the clothes she'd come in on were beyond salvageable. she's stripping the linen off the bed when she notices him return, startling her enough to give her pause. ]
—Hi.
she's not sure how long ago it had been since kovacs had stepped out, but that's how he'll find her when he returns — out of the bed, dressed in one of the items of clothing they keep around for emergencies like hers where the clothes she'd come in on were beyond salvageable. she's stripping the linen off the bed when she notices him return, startling her enough to give her pause. ]
—Hi.
Kovacs?
[ in the background, he will hear it: the general chaos that is sedorum, from loud jeers taunting for a fight to beggars wailing for food or mercy, to merchants loudly cajoling any passers-by to stop a while, try their wares. either marta couldn't even wait til she was able to steal away to somewhere more private, away from the chaos... or there was no such place in sedorum. ]
I didn't see you with the group that came in, I. I hope that means you're in the other side.
[ there's something small in her voice. disappointment giving way to resignation and then relief. ]
Good. I hope you can rest.
[ it's a tall order to make, given who he is. given what they're all there for. but she hopes for it anyway, like somehow speaking it will encourage it into existence. ]
Call me back once you're settled, okay? I just want to know you're alright.
[ in the background, he will hear it: the general chaos that is sedorum, from loud jeers taunting for a fight to beggars wailing for food or mercy, to merchants loudly cajoling any passers-by to stop a while, try their wares. either marta couldn't even wait til she was able to steal away to somewhere more private, away from the chaos... or there was no such place in sedorum. ]
I didn't see you with the group that came in, I. I hope that means you're in the other side.
[ there's something small in her voice. disappointment giving way to resignation and then relief. ]
Good. I hope you can rest.
[ it's a tall order to make, given who he is. given what they're all there for. but she hopes for it anyway, like somehow speaking it will encourage it into existence. ]
Call me back once you're settled, okay? I just want to know you're alright.
[some time after the communications between the two worlds open.]
Are you alright on the other side?
You were right when we spoke in Scorpion's Bend some places we visit may not be redeemable. It is beginning to sound like that may be the case between these two worlds.
Are you alright on the other side?
You were right when we spoke in Scorpion's Bend some places we visit may not be redeemable. It is beginning to sound like that may be the case between these two worlds.
Please get this message —
[ There's a moment's pause in which the Doctor is thinking very much to send this message across. And it doesn't get met with static in return, so.
So! ]
Ah. Yes. I think that's gone through. Has it gone through? [ There's a face all up in the screen, all chin and forehead and a hand waving. ] Hello? Kovacs?
[ There's a moment's pause in which the Doctor is thinking very much to send this message across. And it doesn't get met with static in return, so.
So! ]
Ah. Yes. I think that's gone through. Has it gone through? [ There's a face all up in the screen, all chin and forehead and a hand waving. ] Hello? Kovacs?
[ first contact happens, of course, completely by accident. it's par for the course for them, the universe's favorite pair of playthings. after everything, and after this long, shouldn't it be some grand, epic thing? something stories are born out of, something worth remembering?
marta will remember this moment, alright. but for all the wrong reasons. ]
—back on?
That means he—
Oh no.
marta will remember this moment, alright. but for all the wrong reasons. ]
—back on?
That means he—
Oh no.
[ by now it's become habit for marta to seek kovacs out before a mission starts. at first it was to ask for help, seek advice. but then it just became habit to seek him out, period, regardless if she's got a viable pretense at all. this mission isn't any different, even if things have become... slightly more complicated. more and more, there are things between them that become unspoken, but things have been... tenuous lately. the delicate line they've been dancing along has become a little thinner as of late; the more they don't address it, the more it seems to stand out.
perhaps in another life, marta might have been brave enough to tackle the issue head-on. but when doing so could risk ruining things between them completely, whatever those things are? she'd rather wade in the dark. ]
Put that coat down.
[ they're in a small boutique on the craemore station, with hours yet to go before their train is to depart. with time to kill, money to spend, and a new cover story to work on, they naturally drifted towards the boutique to brainstorm and dress for the part.
she comes over to where he's standing holding a dark trenchcoat, taking it from his hands to set back on the rack. ]
Maybe this time "intimidation" can be plan b, hm? [ she gestures to another rack of clothing behind him. ] How about a sweater?
[ from a few feet away, a hovering shop assistant chooses that time to speak up. Oh! Are you two looking to revamp your wardrobe? You should know — we've got a honeymoon special!
marta's eyes widen, her face flushes. already a hand — ringless, thank you! — is coming up to wave the assumption away. ]
Oh — no, we—
[ and this is the part where kovacs starts being marta's voice :') ]
perhaps in another life, marta might have been brave enough to tackle the issue head-on. but when doing so could risk ruining things between them completely, whatever those things are? she'd rather wade in the dark. ]
Put that coat down.
[ they're in a small boutique on the craemore station, with hours yet to go before their train is to depart. with time to kill, money to spend, and a new cover story to work on, they naturally drifted towards the boutique to brainstorm and dress for the part.
she comes over to where he's standing holding a dark trenchcoat, taking it from his hands to set back on the rack. ]
Maybe this time "intimidation" can be plan b, hm? [ she gestures to another rack of clothing behind him. ] How about a sweater?
[ from a few feet away, a hovering shop assistant chooses that time to speak up. Oh! Are you two looking to revamp your wardrobe? You should know — we've got a honeymoon special!
marta's eyes widen, her face flushes. already a hand — ringless, thank you! — is coming up to wave the assumption away. ]
Oh — no, we—
[ and this is the part where kovacs starts being marta's voice :') ]
after the precursors are revealed | text | ̸̼̒ũ̵̹n̷̥̎:̷̺͘ ̷̠͝ň̶͙e̶͍̿w̴̫͂t
groupiedrifter
2022-05-26 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[A soft, strange static starts up at night. At it's loudest, the noise almost a whisper. Then, words... or, well — something that's supposed to be words — appears in chaotic jumbles in Kovacs' view.]
c̶͕̃̀̂͑̽░░ȁ̶̛͈̮͉̣̏͋͠ͅn̷̗̠̮̮̆̍̓
̴̢̛̩̙̒̄̊͜h̸̜̥͊́e̷̡̞̦̮͂̃͠a̴̛̻̺̜̓r̶̘͆?̷̛̗̆̈?̶̘̩́͋?̵̣̗͂
̵̥̆̿ͅb̴̨͈͐e̸͍̅̐́͐?̷̝̮̮̤̾?̸̥͔̙̼̈̈̔͆▒▒?̴̗̠̗̀́̈͆͝
░░▓▒░▓oh
▓▓▒░T.░░▓▒░▓▓9▒▓▓▓░░░?
T̴̠̳̯͈̓K̴̨̰̣̖͆́?̵̩͇̰̥͕͆̈́
c̶͕̃̀̂͑̽░░ȁ̶̛͈̮͉̣̏͋͠ͅn̷̗̠̮̮̆̍̓
̴̢̛̩̙̒̄̊͜h̸̜̥͊́e̷̡̞̦̮͂̃͠a̴̛̻̺̜̓r̶̘͆?̷̛̗̆̈?̶̘̩́͋?̵̣̗͂
̵̥̆̿ͅb̴̨͈͐e̸͍̅̐́͐?̷̝̮̮̤̾?̸̥͔̙̼̈̈̔͆▒▒?̴̗̠̗̀́̈͆͝
░░▓▒░▓oh
▓▓▒░T.░░▓▒░▓▓9▒▓▓▓░░░?
T̴̠̳̯͈̓K̴̨̰̣̖͆́?̵̩͇̰̥͕͆̈́
[Nothing fancy here, just a delivery — courtesy of a pal lying around in the infirmary, who had politely asked someone else to tape this to Kovacs' door.]
[... What better way to be informed the idiot is awake?]
[... What better way to be informed the idiot is awake?]
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