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lyndawithay) wrote2006-10-30 08:02 am
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Lynda's bedroom in Sydney
Between the transformation of Daedalus and Giacomo, the appearance of Miss Gate's former self, Ood getting dumped, and the growing insanity of several people over conflicting versions of their backstories, I feel like I haven't slept in a month. Sometimes I feel like Martha and I are the only sane ones here.
And we still haven't yet caught Bruce the Tiger, or found out what, if anything, the Dream Police are up to.
I'm so tired. Of all of it.
*falls asleep*
*dreams*
And we still haven't yet caught Bruce the Tiger, or found out what, if anything, the Dream Police are up to.
I'm so tired. Of all of it.
*falls asleep*
*dreams*
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*looks down at self, then embarrassedly hides behind Kate*
aw crap wish I'd dreamed myself some CLOTHES
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Flatterer. But how would you know? I don't even have an iconThis is some sort of writer's nightmare, isn't it? Exposed for everyone to see. And coming face to tentacle with a character whose life you've made miserable...
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Oi! YOU! What's with the whole acid-casualty freakazoid thing?
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Anyway, Kate's the one who broke you two up, I just had to run with it...
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they never understand, do they? you do something nice for them, let them have free reign; and do they say thank you? OH no. but the minute you take a necessary plot deviation that makes them even a little bit unhappy? you'd think their tiny little fictional world was ending.
*looks around for the only spare bit of clothing in the dream and hands you a very fetching pink tutu*
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It's my dream. Besides, I googled you.I dunno about it being your nightmare. I thought this was my dream.
Although...you said you'd made Ood's life miserable?
Maybe it is your nightmare after all.
*punches you a good one in the stomach*
Leave him alone, the poor thing!
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Oh God, the photos of us on Google...Hey, how can you punch me in the stomach when I'm hiding behind Ka... OW!!
Hang on, don't blame me, I've spent all this time trying to get him together with someone! It's not my fault you're married. Or that Bellino's halfway off the deep end herself...
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You better watch out. I have influential friends. You wouldn't want to get on my bad side.
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I'm sorry it's all a bit much right now - do I ever know how you feel. Just keeping track of all these shenanigans can be exhausting.
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threadsproblems. It's as if the world's being run by sadistic, sex-crazed geeks.You remind me of my husband for some odd reason.
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Well, you can't.
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*scratches ear* Man over there with the glasses said I should come talk to you. He seemed to be of the opinion that you would appreciate it.
*shrugs and raises eyebrows*
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*points and snickers as you hide your bod*
Oh come on, you thought your subconscious was misbehaving before, what's with this? And in front of your wife!
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...Hey. I just want to say, I'm sorry about all the Syd Barrett and Satan stuff. I'd better apologize in advance too. But I really am trying to get you to a happy ending, honest!
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*leans over, lightly stroking tentacle reaching under your chin*
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BTW, I just want you to know, I think you're a much better kisser than I am.
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