Lynda's bedroom in Sydney

[lyndawithay]

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*

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[jblum.livejournal.com]

*slides into the scene in a hazy, spectral way, sneaking in through the sort of entrances usually reserved for otteronuppers*

You poor kids. For what it's worth... I really do think you'll be all right somehow. But I've got no idea how.

Though if you want some advice, sweethearts? If you want to know why, about the breakup and everything, you might want to talk to off_coloratura. She's the only other person I know who had a sock hand in it. She might have some more idea why.

Kate and I will be going soon, so I just wanted to thank you for a hell of a dream.

Oh, and?

*looks Lynda up and down, respectfully but appraisingly*

...Not bad. Not bad at all.

[lyndawithay]

*covers up and blushes*

Oh, ha ha ha.

[off_coloratura]

Oi! Leave me out of this, Blum!

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*quietly pained look*

Any time you want to stop using me to work out your bizarre psychosexual metatextual obsessions is fine with me, sir...