[text | location: pool] dead winds' and spent waves' riot in doubtful dreams of dreams

[selfmadman]

It's an Olympic-size pool, water stretching on clear as glass for fifty meters—far enough, almost, to get lost swimming a lap. Gutters gouged into the sides slurp down the overflow; a faint, nearly subliminal buzz hangs in the muggy air. He plunges in and hacks his way down the lane, arms out of practice, lungs burning, legs kicking up a choppy wake. Sound recedes. He's robbed only of his gasps for air, the sporadic eruptions of coughing when he reaches a wall.

He fights through the first few laps and settles into a rhythm, keeping pace with the Extra a lane over until he lags behind (they never pull ahead—their strokes graceful or tortured, the Extras move implacably through the water). Thoughts come easier as he swims, easier and more fully formed than the shards he's usually tweezing out.

He flips onto his back and drifts, weightless.

When he climbs out it feels like he's still underwater. His eyes sting with chlorine. He towels off in the locker room, buttons his shirt and fastens his belt and straps his watch to his wrist. He taps out a message while slouched against the wall:

How have you been keeping busy?

001: The Bold People of War Have Raised Their Swords [Holo]

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

When Leela regained consciousness, she was no longer in the Inquisitor General’s room of pitiless machines and cruel technology. She did not know where she was, only that it was silent and cold and her head ached ferociously. For a moment, there was nothing to hear but her breathing.

When she pushed herself unsteadily to her feet, the ground beneath her palm was clearly metal. A prison, then. It could only be a prison. That other Leela – who was more of a savage than she had ever been, for all her power and status – was not finished with her yet. She had already taken her memories, but she wanted to keep her alternative self alive in case she could provide anything else of use.

“You can do what you like to me,” Leela growled, addressing the unseen figure that she felt sure would be watching. Her hands bunched furiously into fists. She wished that the Gallifreyan soldiers had not thought to remove her knife from her belt. She would certainly need it before the day was out. “I would rather die a thousand deaths than help you.”

“Mistress?”

“K-9?” She had been expecting a reply, yes, but she had expected it to come, cruel and gloating, from her other self. Not from a friend. Leela stilled, torn between delight and confusion. “I thought you had stayed on the Axis with Braxiatel. Are you here to rescue me?”

“Negative, Mistress.”

( “… you mean you are not here to rescue me?” )

OOC: For the sake of my sanity and because of exam related chaos, Leela and K-9 are reentering the city. The threads from her last entry post are being carried forward, but feel free to tag in if you didn't have a chance to greet her last time.

004. [text | location: Rose's place]

[taintedrose]

I realy hate these bludy hamsturs.

Then, some five minutes later:

Rly shudnt txt wen drubk.

Although you can't see it, Rose is steadily making her way through a bottle of scotch. Her cravings have gotten worse and she needs blood. Rose had satisfied herself with hunting animals in the forest but recently, it wasn't enough. She could feel herself being weaker without human blood and Rose was worried that she wouldn't be as strong as she was without it.

Hence the reason why she sent this next text:

( locked text to the Salvatores )

((ooc: Call this a precursor to Rose's glitch next month. I will be making a post in the ooc comm about it soon :3))