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❝ I don’t often get asked about Doctor Wu. ❞ Not even when the park was open was she asked unless it was for a particular fluff piece about the touches of the first park. Claire adjusts her stance slightly before offering a smile. ❝ I’m not sure if I’m the best to ask. ❞

@athrach. ( starter call ).

#athrach #v; damage control. │ main.#athrach01 #( starter; closed. )#( c; laura sorkin )#:D

look what came today!!!! the bag i commissioned from @athrach!!! it’s literally the EXACT size of bag i needed and it’s absolutely adorable. i’m going to get SO much use out of this. please go commission anna! she’s worth every cent <3

#athrach #██ ( OUT OF CHARACTER. )

grab bag sc. –– @athrach

“Do you want to take bets on how many total students are going to drop our classes this semester?”

#athrach #athrach –– ava davenport.#thread –– v. trevor.#v: v. trevor –– main.#professor buddies!!!

starter for @athrach

Isabel kept her eyes trained on the floor ahead of her as she was marched into the room. Her hands stayed firmly clasped before her hips, and while she was in no position to do so, she kept her chin held high as she approached her seat. She would not be intimidated by a room full of victorious bastards, or the judges they had hired for these ridiculous trials.

Out of nine hundred names submitted to the German government, only thirteen were selected to stand trial. The Allies were quite pleased with themselves, she imagined; twelve men of meager crimes, and one scientist with the slaughter of hundreds accredited to her name. This nonsense, this victor’s justice, had pulled her out of hiding, and led her from what remained of her labs outside of Berlin, to civilian prison and this ridiculous court. She knew what these men intended to do; humiliate her, blame her, and punish her for her work.

Lucky for them that she had not come to barter for her life. She would take whatever punishment they wished to give her, and would beg for no mercy. Her work had succeeded, that’s all that this meant. She had caused enough pain to garner attention, and that was all that mattered.

“Isabel Erna Maru. Chief scientist under Quartermaster-general Erich Ludendorff, Western Front.” Someone read from the bench. She didn’t bother looking to see who, “You are brought before the court on account of three dozen first degree murders, including twenty three accounts of lethal exposure to chemical weapons, seven accounts of lethal experimentation resulting in fatal torture, six accounts of intentional neglect regarding prisoners of war, and one account of overexposure to chemical weapons not as a result of a scientific examination-- a Captain Steven R. Trevor. Have you prepared your defense?”

She said nothing. The answer was no.

#did this get out of hand?? yes yes it did #athrach #v; believe in love

You look at me and you can’t see me. Do you have any idea what that’s like? She thought she did. Now it’s come full-circle once more. God, she hopes it stops here. She knows what it’s like and she’d rather not go back. The Doctor remembers. She can see it, she doesn’t know how she didn’t before. WELL, she hadn’t known she was the Doctor before, not for definite.

❝ Oh. ❞ A flickering smile appears; too caught off guard to last for now, but give it time. She let out a laugh. ❝ You changed again ... ❞

@athrach ( thirteen ) LIKED // accepting

#athrach #athrach: thirteen #( ❛┊ VERSE. ) ‣ the long way around.#( ❛┊ ARC. ) ‣ never cruel or cowardly.

“YOU MIGHT THINK i'm losing my mind, but i will shy away from the specifics.” the left corner of their lips twitches a little, that certain uncomfortable feeling sitting low in their chest. sharing time is almost over, come back in approximately twelve years! // @athrach liked -- song.

#athrach #v: a long line of fine.#[ listen...i left this vague for any of the gals. ]#[ bc i wanna write w/them all okay. ]

❛ 🌿 ☠️ @athrach ; cont’d.

Life isn’t fair. ( Margot simpers, giggling and reaching over to pause the playback. Her hair is still meticulously glamour-waved, loose round her shoulders as it hasn’t yet been sleep-mussed. She is not wearing any makeup. She is not wearing any pants. Only one of Ava’s blue button-downs and a rather decorous pair of blush-coloured heart-print satin panties beneath. ) You just can’t, I regret to inform you. You’re too tall and you’d sully the arrangement. I can’t have that and-- ( She’s cut off as Keats whimpers at Ava. ) Aw. ( She sighs dramatically, pretending to deliberate over this oh-so-complicated decision. Fine. If nothing else, Keats deserved his other favourite chin- and paw-rest at the ready again, after an agonising ten minutes. ) Oh, all right, get down here. ( Just this once, she tells herself. )

#athrach #margot and ava tag to come.#sorry we Had To :-////////#margot.txt