#interactions: doc

[jedimusings]

@mischiefmuses​ (antonin)

caradoc saw the sort-of familiar face and reacted by side stepping. not jumping back, or crossing the street altogether, or starting a confrontation at all. side stepping, and continuing forward. it didn’t matter, he told himself. doc was just a ghost these days. thinking that about himself made a shiver run down his back- not exactly the warmth he used to exude. and despite everything, that guy was probably a ghost to somebody too. who should probably be left alone. instead, he turned back, “dolohov, right?” 

[jedimusings]

@dcpravities (angelica) 

this would be good for him. having a job was necessary. and this was a great job, especially for someone with very little practical experience, or course work in this area. not allowing himself to process what he had woken up from yet, caradoc hit the ground running. he needed something busy and with long hours. and someone here had decided to take a chance on him. he didn’t know what any of this meant, but that could be figured out later. “ah, hey-,” he greeted, shuffling another stack of papers into the industrial hole puncher. he focused on the rustling of the office, the sounds of the paper smacking into the desk as he aligned them, the crunch of the tool. this would be good for him. “binders are almost done. what’s next?” he asked, despite the end of the formal workday coming up. 

[jedimusings]

@mcrcki​ (marlene) 

several weeks in, doc found himself finally walking into that bar. avoiding his friends wouldn’t solve any of his issues. the last couple of weeks of staying away from people just felt a lot like it had the last several weeks of his life. alone, but the thoughts that creeped in were loud. he couldn’t think of a stretch of time where he had ever been by himself: he was the eldest of the dearborns, but all his memories began with having two siblings. and then he was sorted into hufflepuff, self explanatory. it wasn’t until the end of things he’d truly begun to feel by himself. maybe if doc had communicated with his friends in the first place, he wouldn’t have put himself in the position that he had. “hi-,” he pulled a weak, flimsy smile. he had a game plan. it would be fine, it would be funny, it would be fine. “heard you did good deals here and i-,” that smile faltered. “hi, marlene.” 

[askjmurphy]

@ask-doctorgriffin

ask-doctorgriffin:

If Thelonious is here…. he can explain everything to us. This whole thing smells like him.

Where have you been staying? You went with him and you never came back…

Sure, he’ll explain everything... you’re going to love the new and improved Jaha.

I was stuck in the bunker from hell. This is just the chancellor’s special dream palace, complete with a walking talking weapon. But enjoy your stay...