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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[lyndawithay]

Ood! Excuse me, everybody.

*drags you aside and kisses you long and hard*

Oh, thank god. I've missed you.

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*plays tenderly against your tongue, fingers writhing through your hair with full-hearted passion*

I've missed me too.

*sits you down beside him, arm around your hip, tentacles draped over your shoulder, enticingly stroking against the base of your neck*

It's all so much simpler when we're asleep, isn't it?

Oh look, the fried-egg sun's about to set. I wonder if it'll go all runny when it hits the water?

[lyndawithay]

No, because of the toast island.

Where have you been, then, my darling?

It's simpler because it's all emotion here. There are no rules.

-Oh. Mm, that's nice.

*caresses you idly in a couple of the spots she discovered during the body-switch*

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

Yes, I like that. It's formless here. Everything's fluid.

Though form does have its merits as well. --Ooh, right there. Along the inside of my thigh.

*nuzzles your neck gently, tentacles trailing down towards your collarbone*

[lyndawithay]

*sighs longingly*

*applies some excellent form to the inside of your thigh*

*and then some*