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@ladiesandwitches continued from [x]

A warm smile pulled at Dana’s lips as she watched the boy’s excitement, his eagerness for exploration, even if it was an expedition that headed more into the realms of fantasy than reality. She just couldn’t help but find joy in his happiness, and loved how, while his views and interests might be a little, well, outside the box, that at the heart of his enthusiasm was learning and exploration and finding things that were new. It was hard not to love that even when it involved having to suffer through one of Mulder’s ghost talks. Putting her arm around him to draw him a little closer as they sat together, she pressed a light kiss on the top of his head. “I’ll call Mulder later,” she promised. No doubt that was all she’d have to do to get any of this organised; she suspected her partner’s own enthusiasm would practically self-organise the rest for her. And John would get his wish to go looking for things that weren’t there. She just hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed when they inevitably found nothing, no matter how haunted their eventually chosen destination might claim to be.  “Plasmatic oscillation field?” she repeated, pulling back a little to look at her son with a frown. She was absolutely certain that that wasn’t on the syllabus, primarily because young children couldn’t even hope to begin to grasp the concept unless they were some...child prodigy of a genius. Her blue eyes flickered over John, searching his whole expression. “Where did you learn about that? Did a teacher tell you?”

Yay! John was very excited by the prospect of going ghost hunting. It'd be fun!

Of course, his mum had the advantage that, should she want to, she could very easily 'forget' to make that call. After a day - maybe even after a few hours - the whole thing would have filtered out of John's mind, the boy easily forgetting all sorts of things as he bounced around from distraction to distraction.

He leant into his mum's embrace, perfectly happy there and oblivious to any confusion going on outside his field of view.

"I read it in a book," John replied, response automatic and without any thought. He must have read it in a book, right? Because he certainly didn't hear it from a teacher, and it wasn't something he'd have picked up from the other kids either.

"I really will get it done, I promise," he then reiterated. "It won't take long, and I can show you once it's finished, if you want? And then you can call about the ghost hunting?"

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@ladiesandwitches continued from [x]

Studying the scene through the window, quickly gauging just how safe it was to enter there, she didn’t hear John approach until he was practically speaking into her ear, having caught up behind her. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, blue eyes flashing with indignant disbelief. “I told you to stay in the car,” she reminded him. “Generally speaking when an agent tells you to stay somewhere while they investigate a potential crime, you’re supposed to stay in that place.” Looking at him and realising that none of this really mattered now, she sighed with a roll of her eyes, reaching under her jacket to retrieve her gun. “You’re worse than Mulder….” she muttered under her breath. Though at least Mulder, despite any impulsive actions he might sometimes take, was trained. “The suspect didn’t vanish,” she corrected, “he left. But right now I’m more concerned about what he left behind.” She prayed the people were nothing more than unconscious, but her medically trained eye told her she was being naïve. “If you’re going to follow me, I need you to stay close behind me until we’re certain it’s safe, understand?”  Taking a breath and privately hoping John wasn’t going to decide this was the kind of situation that called for hands-on engagement, Scully pushed the door open, gun poised to shoot if an accomplice had been left behind, or if their suspect had only circled the building rather than leaving. But what she found was a distinct absence of life and five dead bodies, all slumped near computer desks. Dropping her gun to her side, she looked around with a resigned confusion. “How is he doing this?” 

The lack of strong reaction John had when faced with five dead bodies may have been initially strange to any observer, but he had been a high-ranking army officer. These were not the first bodies he had seen, even if he couldn't describe any of the circumstances in which he'd seen them previously.

He did react, though. As John looked around the café, he could hide his sad expression. In that moment, it was clear that he was a man that had seen more than any man ever should. There was a sense of quiet tragedy to him, accompanied by a suddenly far more subdued personality.

John moved to get a closer look at one of the bodies - peering at it, but thankfully not touching. "I don't see any traumatic injuries," he noted. "It could be something viral, but that wouldn't explain the technological link..."

The whole thing was very strange. Sad, too. John didn't know any of the deceased, but he did know that none of them deserved to die like that - however that was.

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@wehavefoundthestars

John did enjoy being an author but, on occasion, it could be rather tedious. Normally, these occasions were due to having to organise public appearances. Meeting the fans was great - he loved doing it! - but scheduling it all? Boring!

Having spent the morning meeting with his agent, he was finally free to head home again. It was a nice day and, as John wandered along London’s streets, he very quickly decided that he may as well make a most of it. The sun was out - why not grab some lunch from one of the nice cafés along the way home? In fact, he knew just the one he wanted to go to! 

There was a café near the local park that had recently started selling coffee milkshakes. John had been itching to try one, and this seemed like the perfect chance. Decision made, he wasted no time in heading over there. 

The place was packed but, luckily, he could see a few spare seats outside. Every table had somebody already sitting there, so he wouldn’t be able to get one to himself, but that was alright - John had no issue when it came to talking to strangers. He ordered himself a sandwich and one of the milkshakes, then went back outside to find a seat in the sun. 

 As he looked around at the seating options, John noticed that a man at one table was reading one of the books he had written. Well then, that was definitely the best place to sit, right? The guy didn’t seem to be frowning at the pages, so he was presumably enjoying it - and that meant that it could be fun to see if he recognised the author. After all, there was a photo of John on the back cover, so there was a good chance that the guy knew his face. 

He moved over to the table. “Hey, do you mind if I sit here?” John asked, motioning to the free seat. As he spoke, he couldn’t help himself from grinning. After a rocky start to the day, everything seemed to be going rather well now. He had his milkshake, and now he was either about to amuse himself by going unnoticed or potentially make a fan’s day - what more could a guy ask for?

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@collidingxworlds (@ Will B)

John had been at his new school for almost a whole term now. While he was a very friendly kid and perfectly happy to spent time with his peers, he also had a habit of keeping to himself. This resulted in him not having any particular friends at school, which he didn’t really mind but he did have to admit that he was grateful when his art teacher had chosen the pairs for the end of term project instead of letting the students pick for themselves.

He’d been paired with Will, which he was pretty happy about. Will seemed nice! Mind you, John thought that most people seemed nice, so that was hardly a surprise. Anyway, he was excited to work on their project! They’d decided to create a short comic together, John writing the story for it and Will drawing the pictures. 

Having spent a few days on it, John was finally done with his part. Now it was time to show it to the other boy! As the bell rung to signal the end of the school day, John pushed through the crowd trying to leave the building as quickly as possible to make his way over to Will, who he had already decided was his new friend now.

When he finally caught up with him, John tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. “Hey, Will! I finished the script!” He said with a grin as he practically forced a stack of paper into the other boy’s hands. “It’s a story about a cult, but they’re a sci-fi cult from the future that uses time paradoxes as fuel for their magic. Cool, right? Also, I drew some concept art for you!”

He took the sheets of paper back for a second and changed their order so that his drawings were on top, then just as quickly gave them back again. John had done a sketch of a set of figures in dark robes, each with a different kind of skull on their head. Some of the skulls were recognisable - a human, a feline of some kind, and a bird - but others were strange and fantastical. 

“The story is about a new recruit to the cult. In order to join, he has to kill somebody, and the twist is that it turns out that- Well, maybe you should read it and see for yourself, yeah? What as you doing this afternoon? If you’re not busy, I thought maybe we could do some work on this together?”

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@tooxldtorememxer (@ Peglar)

A nice trip to the beach, that was what John needed to clear up his writer’s block. That was the theory, anyway. So far, it wasn’t really working. Still, there was plenty of time left! He’d rented a flat for a month more, giving him plenty of time to take in that sea air and hopefully come up with the ideas needed to finish his book.

It would probably help if he spent more time actually trying to write, but instead John was favouring walking his dog and exploring the local area. Clara loved the beach. She liked to chase after driftwood that had been throw into the sea, as well as digging holes in the sand and barking at the seagulls. It was cute. Admittedly, it was also pretty messy. Sandy paws and damp fur was never fun, but hey, who cared when Clara was clearly having such a good time!

Usually, their walks were solitary. When John had arrived on his holiday, he’d quickly found a quiet route to walk where there weren’t many people. This was the path he generally stuck to, so he was almost surprised when he came across somebody else.

Before he could get Clara back onto a lead, the terrier had run off to greet the other man’s four dogs. There was no point in calling after her - she could be so damn stubborn once she set her mind on something - but it’d be terribly rude to not acknowledge her misbehaviour and so he sprinted after her.

“Sorry about her!” John called to the other man once he was close enough to be heard. “She’s a good girl, I promise. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. I like your dogs! They’re very cute.”

By this point, he’d come to a stop by the other man. “My name’s John. Do you live around here? Me and Clara” - he motioned to the dog - “we’re on holiday!”

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@ckingsbury1967 (from John)

London wasn’t the best location to look at the night sky from. John knew this, of course, but what other choice did he have? He wasn’t about to drag his telescope out to the countryside! Sure, he’d like to. but it was hardly optimal for him.

So, instead, he had taken it to the local park. Of course, his dog, Clara, was with him - ever present by his side. It was only a five or so minute walk from his house, and soon he was set up with the telescope pointing up at the sky.

There wasn’t anything in particular that John wanted to see. Mars was in the sky - to the naked eye, it looked very much like a bright, orange star - and obviously the moon was out, but it was all beautiful and, in his opinion, all worth looking out. Clara, however, seemed to disagree. While she had certainly behaved herself for the first half an hour or so, the little dog must have grown bored because she began causing a bit of a fuss.

“Oi, what’s wrong with you?” John fondly asked, taking his eye away from the viewfinder to glance toward the terrier. Clara looked back to him, then turned to look into the night - ears pricked like something was there. Oh. Hm.

Frowning, John looked at he again, before following her line of sight. “Hello?” He tried. “Someone there?”

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@lord-irving-braxiatel continued from [x]

After the War had destroyed both the Collection and Gallifrey, the only place that Braxiatel felt relatively safe to return to except for Legion was Earth.

He had started running his White Rabbit bar again on a trap street, one for the alien visitors that were stranded on Earth with nowhere else to go much like himself. Earth was like a station stop for aliens; just waiting to get on board the next train to take them home. Whether home may be.

Since the bar didn't open until later, he decided to do some errands. He fixed up his TARDIS, checking to see if the old girl's eye of harmony needed any more rift energy in Cardiff, and tidied up the bar from the brawl from the night before he glanced at his watch and realized he hadn't even had his morning coffee yet.

Braxiatel wasn't usually a coffee person, he preferred tea but now and then he liked to try and shake up the mundane routine he had found himself in and decided to take himself for a walk in St. Jame's park when the gentleman sat beside him. Braxiatel took a curious look at the gentleman, wondering why the man next to him decided to sit here when all the other benches were clearly empty, and pursed his lips. He looked vaguely familiar, a deja vu feeling that he couldn't quite place. "I don't watch much television but I do read plenty of books," Braxiatel admitted as he sipped his drink. "What kind of books do you write?"

“Science fiction. I’ve got this series called Time Shards. It’s about time travel. They’re pretty popular.” John shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. While he was not going to lie about the fame he’d received from his books, it wasn’t exactly something he particularly cared about. He just liked writing his stories. He’d be doing it whether or not a publisher had picked up his books.

“What about you?” He then asked, happy to make idle conversation. “What do you read? You don’t look like a sci-fi kind of guy. No offence, of course. Nothing wrong with being a history guy, or a poetry guy, or a whatever you are guy.”

John shrugged again. He liked all those things too. In fact, was there any kind of reading that he didn’t like? Hm...

Nope, he didn’t think there was. There was definitely TV that he didn’t like, though. Last week, he’d watch a ‘documentary’ about popular music of the 70s, except it’d had really been clips of music videos spliced together with celebrities talking nonsense - and most of that nonsense wasn’t even correct! Yeah, he didn’t like that kind of thing. Maybe it also came in book form, but that wasn’t something he had the misfortune of coming across yet.

“Mind you, you don’t look much like a chatting to strangers guy either, yet here we are, eh?”

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❝ there’s something about you. i don’t know what it is, but i know it’s there. ❞ For John - @lord-irving-braxiatel

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It wasn't the first time that John had been asked to speak at a university. While he wasn't exactly the best lecturer, he was certainly an interesting one. Whenever he was invited anywhere to discuss his books, there was no saying what he would end up talking about.

This time, John had started discussing the nature of paradoxes. It was a matter that he had been mulling over a lot recently. The topic was one of the key elements in his latest novel. Time, he had decided, needed to be reset. It was the end of the story, but he couldn't get the question of what happened next out of his mind. If time was reset, then what caused the reset in the first place? Was it a loop, and the universe was doomed to constantly repeat its fate? Was everything predetermined? If everything was predetermined, then was reality any better than a simulation?

Anyway, the lecture seemed to go down well. The students had enjoyed it, and John had even posed for a few selfies with them afterwards. Once he was done, he had decided to grab a coffee before heading home. He'd bought one at one of the university cafés and, because it was a nice day and the sun was shining, he'd then found a nice bench under a tree to sit on while he enjoyed his drink.

John rarely minded conversation. Sure, he had his days where he was a miserable sod that wanted to be left alone. Most of the time though? Most of the time, he was happy to chat away with anybody, which was exactly why he didn't think anything of it when a man (a professor, he assumed, but he had no evidence of that) approached him and began to talk.

"Oh yeah, I get that sometimes. You've probably just seen me on the TV or something. I've done a few interviews, you know," John replied. "Or maybe you've seen me on the back of my books? There's a little photo of me there on most editions." He shrugged, thinking little of the comment.