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[morethanarookie]

Who: Matthew Clements, Amelia, Jack Harkness, Cameron Frye, Vodka, Ivan Switsur, Saxon, Koschei
Fandom: Doctor Who, original (two separate worlds), Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Type: One canon (Ferris Bueller), two alternate universe (Who), three fandom OC (Who again), two original
Notes: Yes, I am aware this is ridiculously large. Open to multiple

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[tellmewhotobe]

The metacrisis has been going in and out of the room for most of the day. Most of the tie he's returned to check in but on occasion he's come to settle at the other's side or attend to his needs before he goes off again.

This time he's returned with a small set of books within his hands and two mugs of tea balanced on top of them. Carefully,, he sets the books down before retrieving one cup and offering it.

"Tea?" He asks with a smile.

[feelhis_disease]

His eyes flick towards the other for a moment when he enters, but he doesn't acknowledge the metacrisis until he speaks. Looking away from the window, he favors him with a small smile as he takes the tea from him and takes a sip. His eyes close momentarily in contentment, enjoying the drink.

"What are you reading?" he asks, mildly curious, but for the most part simply pleased by his company.

[tellmewhotobe]

Oh, he's a pleased little creature, he really is. Earning smiles can do that to him but that's already a well known fact and to see him enjoy the drink only makes things stronger.

"Several things," he informs. "Most of them are short stories though I've found a book of language puzzles as well." What can he say, he enjoys his puzzles and right now it honestly is enjoyment rather than attempts to keep his brain working smoothly.

"Would you like anything?" He's planning on settling in for a bit but he makes it a point to ask before he does anything more than consider the though.

[feelhis_disease]

And Ivan does enjoy the pleasure he takes in his acknowledgments. He likes to see his boy taking pride in having done well. There is an appreciative look at the mention of the puzzles as well, but then, he always approves when he does things to keep his mind sharp, whether or not it is the sole purpose or strictly necessary at the time.

"Not at the moment. Are you sitting?" It isn't an order, he's free to go if he'd like, but it is an invitation. He would be glad to have the company. It's a rare time when he isn't, of course, but that isn't the point.

[bittybluebox]

So perhaps it isn't his TARDIS, but the little girl has gone wandering. And seeing the man meditating, she blinks, watching him curiously. He felt familiar in some distant way. Tip toeing up quietly, observing all of the nature around her, she smiles so brightly. Her Doctor would love a place like this; she's sure of it.

Barefoot, toes squishing in the grasses, she approaches the man finally, tilting her head curiously. She was still young, or rebuilding, really, so some things didn't always compute. "Are you well? I may judge by your body posture and the look upon your features that something is bothering you. Are you injured?"

[learntobeyou]

He's aware of her presence before she approaches, but he doesn't expect her to come closer, let alone to speak to him. His expression is wary and he does nothing to hide it.

"No," he says, shortness coming from caution.

[bittybluebox]

She isn't sure how to gauge his reaction, so she merely steps closer, leaning down to see his face better. Her smile is soft, and there's something almost mechanical at work behind her eyes.

"You're not well, but you're not injured?"

She reaches out to touch his shoulder. Sometimes she has to check to make sure she's even still real. It's always hard to tell after what happened.

[learntobeyou]

He leans away before her hand makes contact, the move not a conscious one but automatic. There are only two people he's used to contact from, and he doesn't particularly enjoy being touched by strangers. He's rather protective about his personal space but, well, there've been times when he didn't have the freedom to decide that, so he probably won't change any time soon.

"I am. Well. I'm fine." His fingers tap four beats against his knee, quick and uncertain. "Who are you?"