#thelastpreacherleft

[rosetyler-earthdefence]

I do, yeah. [ Jake's smile softens - it's a relief, to see her asking questions. ] I've been playin' piano since I was eight, an' singin' from about the age that I could talk. What about you - do ye play anythin'? // going to be responding to these anon since Jake's on a sideblog now :3

[It's a piece of the puzzle that doesn't quite fit, not with the Jake that she'd imagined in her head since the last time they'd seen each other. The Jake she's imagined because of that has been a more...solemn one. Fun, but better at getting down to business. Especially since he'd lost someone too, last time she'd seen him. Hadn't he gone through this kind of pain?

Maybe there's hope for her. Maybe, since Jake's somehow managed to do it, she can too.

Belatedly, she remembers that they were having a conversation, and shakes her head slowly, still almost numbly.] ...never been good at music, me.

My old boyfriend did, though.

[xnevermindus]

[ waiting for somebody, someone to relate to ] jake + donna

She was not supposed to be here. Donna had, before, found problem with her size ( vanity, externally imposed regulations for perception of beauty, insecurity issues, and a mother who rather added to her troubles than solved them ), but now especially she wouldn't have minded a little thinning. Her aim had often been a size or 2 down, nothing unhealthy or special, but her current wish was for the bone - skinny size of every Spaceman, so she could vanish in the lines between shadows cast and the fluorescent light of this hall or possibly pose as a pipe of the water supply systems along the wall, should the need arise. She fingered the next door, silently sliding along and forgetting to breath. Her heart did not beat, but had rather crammed itself between two ribs in a particularly vicious smash of nervousness earlier, and now it screamingly struggled and beat to get out, like a frantic bird heavily and hurtingly hitting windows a multitude of times.  There was a little window, and she was unsure whether she should duck or look.

He could be in there. He could not. She could be spotted. She could not. Moving along would be the safe and sensible thing to do, but by slipping into this restricted area in search of the man made of the Nothern Light when all was dark, she'd already chosen to take risks.  Did she have to top that with another, though? Slowly, very much so, she rose, the red crown of her head long peeping out above the window's frame before she shortly jerked up so her eyes could see, too -- and then ducked again even swifter, in a back - breathed silent scream of a gasp. Shit. Someone. 

[thelastpreacherleft-blog]

[ There was a strange sort of sound, best described as a vwoorp, and a man tumbled out of a space where there had previously only been sky. He stumbled and started to fall as he landed, but he quickly caught himself and rolled to his feet. ]

Jesus, that was even more unpleasant than usual.

[ Sergeant Jake Simmonds grimaced, dusted himself off, and checked his Vortex Manipulator to see if it had been damaged at all. No? Well, it seemed that had gone smoothly, at least. ]

Now then… where the hell am I?

[schismaticsoul]

[It had been a year since he'd returned, since dedicated himself to keeping an eye on the crack in space and time to ensure that no other Time Lords came back the way he had. So far, everything had gone smoothly. Even the drums had faded now that there was nobody calling him home.

Don Giovanni was playing in the background, and the Master was lounging in his flat on Ganymede, relaxing, when a sound came from his foyer. Nobody was supposed to know these coordinates, who had come to visit?

It turned out that seeing the man in question had him no closer to finding out. An unfamiliar face-- a young face. He straightened his tie and approached.]

"Is there a reason you're here? I'm afraid you are trespassing at the moment, Mister..."

[He waited for a name. So much for a quiet afternoon.]

[rosetyler-earthdefence]

[When she asks, he can't help but brighten slightly. It's progress, moving away from the Doctor a bit, and it's good to see a bit of a more normal expression on her face.] Avenue Q's this brilliant musical I did in high school - bit like a Sesame Street parody fer adults. ... Well, the version we did was toned-down so it'd be fine fer teens ta do it, but still. It deals a lot with, y'know, findin' a purpose after leavin' uni an' shit. I can play a song or two fer ye later, if ye'd like?

[She blinks, trying to remember how they’d gotten here from the subject of the Doctor. The question came about because of something Jake said, and she’d asked. Why did she ask? Does she care?

The very fact that she’s having to ask herself that very question is probably indicative of something, but she doesn’t have enough energy to figure out what.

Either way, she can’t bring herself to care for much of anything right about now, but at the very least it’s a change. If she had enough presence of mind to really be thinking things through, she might even call it refreshing, but -- as things are -- she can’t. Still, the still mostly-blank look on her face changes infinitesimally into something vaguely more interested. She won't be crying now. At least, she doesn't think so.]

You play music?

[She hadn’t known.]

[whowaits-blog]

Trick or treat! ((Teen!verse or adult, I don't mind. XD But I missed interacting with you sooooo have Jake trick-or-treating, because he'd totally trick-or-treat at his friends' houses as a thirty-year-old. Totally.))

   “That’s some costume ya got there, Jake.”

[ofchameleonsandtimetravel]

ooc: So I actually have bunches of studying to do for an exam, but I've got replies to

andromedafound

cleverestintheroom

marthajonesalmostadoctor

thelastpreacherleft

and therewasawar's 2nd thread

in my drafts for tomorrow. If anyone else is waiting for a reply, or wants to start a new thread (or wants me to reply on Jack's account for that matter), could you let me know? I've noticed that a few of my RP partners from before have deleted accounts, gone inactive, or dropped threads, so I'll be redoing my threads list to reflect that. Meanwhile if there are any people who want to start things up, or continue a thread I've missed, an ask (or reply to this post) would be appreciated!

[ofchameleonsandtimetravel]

thelastpreacherleft replied to your post: 

I’d love to continue our thread, if you’d like to. :) If you’re finding yourself overwhelmed, though, I don’t mind if you decline. It’s up to you! But I’d love to RP with you at some point.

ooc: Absolutely, I'd love to keep threading with you. Replies will probably be slow at first as I get back into the swing of things, but if you were willing to stick around four months and keep writing with me, I hope you won't mind a bit of a delay. But I'll get on it soon!

[venantium]

HAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM <333333 I HOPE YOU HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY FILLED WITH LOTS OF WONDERFUL THINGS (and okay it's only three minutes past midnight but still BIRFDAY)

thank you Raptor!!!