every life is a pile of good things & bad things

[thedreamer]

WHO: The Doctor & Ghostbusters Friends!
WHEN: December
WHERE: The Inn & surrounding areas
WHAT: Shenanigans, trouble, bringing joy & confusion, more trouble, culinary delights!
WARNINGS: Will edit as needed.


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[thedreamer]

[ The degree to which the Doctor is at all capable of taking care of his own self should rightfully call into question his ability to take care of anyone else or presume to know what's best for someone, but it also never stops him from putting forth his—at times—blunt opinions.

Case in point. ]

If you insist.

[ And leave it, he will, even if by his fairly low standards, the food seems a bit questionable; who is he to judge? ]

Won't argue. There's more where that came from. Well, a bit later. Tomorrow. I'm properly on kitchen duty—bit busy—but you're in need, let's be honest.

[ He should probably explain, but he doesn't (as often happens with the Doctor), that he generally takes it upon himself to look after everyone, whether they've asked for it or even need it, or not. ]

[somebadnews]

[ Five would pick it up, but he twitches when the Doctor insists that he needs meals brought to him. Just because he ate what he left before doesn't mean he would have starved without it. ]

I'm not a child. [ He decides it's worth the reminder before he decides to start a charity for him. Which is a far cry from the accusations he normally gets and a lot less comfortable. ] We shouldn't waste what we have, but I've survived on a lot less. You don't need to turn me into your special project.

[thedreamer]

Far from it, but you're not well. I notice things, you know, many things. Laser-focused, that's me.

[ Laughable and questionable at times, from the man who once took a good thirty seconds to notice Rory had miraculously returned from the dead. In a manner of speaking. ]

I don't consider helping someone a special project. I make it my business all the time.

[somebadnews]

[ He firms his jaw and tries to keep hold of his temper at being called not well. He's been cursed, had parts of his memory erased, lost his family again and again, and has another apocalypse waiting on him even if he survives this zombie nightmare. And so what? Everyone has problems. ]

It isn't. [ His business. Despite how easily he swallowed down his other deliveries. He just needs to work on drinking in his room and not stumbling around the hallways, giving people the wrong impression. Which he wants to clear up right now. ]

...I'm fine. Practically on vacation. [ He would stop there, but there's something else bothering him. ] Whatever it is you think you owe me, I don't care. You've got nothing to make up for.