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[numbered_doctor]

There's a more domestic Thirteen in bar this evening than usual. While she doesn't have Rachel with her, she does have an obviously well-loved, stuffed fox with her. The fox in question is placed on the table in font of her as she inspects it and tries to discern the best way of fixing it's burst seam and reattaching one of it's limbs. Should be simple enough, right?

Botherable.

Comments

[seeswithhereyes]

"We meet again." It is perhaps a trifle overblown for a simple hello, but as a practitioner of eldritch ways, Rose feels it is appropriate.

[numbered_doctor]

Thirteen's attention is diverted from the stuffed toy as Rose arrives and sounds her greeting.

"So we do," she responds. "Hello, Rose."

[seeswithhereyes]

She smiles slightly.

"Hello. Are you looking to repair your... friend there?"

[numbered_doctor]

"I was just about to start," she says, indicating the needle and thread on the table. "Rachel was a little rough playing with him, and well..."

She trails off, motioning to the toy.

[seeswithhereyes]

"I understand that that happens from time to time. ...Is Rachel a child or a pet?"

[numbered_doctor]

"A child," comes the wry response. "I imagine if it were my pet, the toy'd be much worse off."

[seeswithhereyes]

"Not necessarily. The outcome in any case depends on the individual. So, whose child is she?"

Assuming 'she' of course, based on the name.

[numbered_doctor]

"She's...my ex's daughter," she explains, busying her hands by taking up needle and thread, and threading said needle expertly. "She's a sweetheart, really, and when Lisa and I broke up, we agreed that I'd still be able to see Rachel."

[seeswithhereyes]

"Then I am glad for you."

She rather hopes that Remy is a better mother-figure than Mom.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen had meant to find a nice out-of-the-way closet or something back home and hide in it until the shakes passed, but she wound up at the Bar instead. At least Dogmeat came with her. He makes it easier to keep calm, at least for a bit.

So does the possibility of work. An object in need of repair automatically gets her attention, so there's a grey-haired Korean girl with a notched ear, a number of facial scars, and a metal-and-glass gauntlet clapped onto her left forearm peering closely at the fox.

Well, as closely as she can manage from a few paces back. Ellen's got manners.

[numbered_doctor]

Thirteen's a little ways into reattaching the limb when she notices Ellen, and she offers a smile.

"Hello"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Hey there," Ellen says. "Do you need a hand with that? I'm pretty good with a needle..."

[numbered_doctor]

"So am I," she says dryly, motioning towards her small, neat, stitching, but Ellen is looking a little harried, and she knows a thing or two about keeping yourself busy when you're upset. "But you're welcome to it, if you'd like."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh- I didn't see," Ellen says. "Sorry, I used to make money to pay my bills here by repairing people's clothes and small items. It's amazing how many people here don't know how to take care of their things."

There's a pause.

"Not that I'm saying you don't- I meant... you know, worn clothes and stuff...um. I'll be quiet now."

[numbered_doctor]

"Don't worry about it," she says softly, pushing the stuffed toy towards Ellen. "Stitching kind of comes with the job description."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Thanks," Ellen says, and pulls up a chair. "Sorry. I- I'm just... I'll be going back soon, and I'm trying to get a little... more even first, you know?"

Not like the sentence made sense, but she's trying.

[numbered_doctor]

It may not make much sense, but Thirteen understands entirely.

"You want to get your head on straight before you leave and have to deal with important things. I've done that plenty of times."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen nods. As she fishes a needle and thread of her own out of her uniform pockets- she has something like that on her a lot, along with a small screwdriver and some other constant tools- she notes, "I'm in the... well, in the military, back home. I've got a mission coming up. You don't want to fall apart for that."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hi Remy." Guppy smiles.

Fry comes up and thrusts a still damp painting at her.

[numbered_doctor]

"Hello, Guppy!"

The picture is thrust at her and she takes it carefully, lest she smudge it.

"That's lovely, Fry, thank you."

[guppy_sandhu]

"It's a fox." Fry says.

"It's a bit wet, we've been painting today." Guppy says. "It's quite exciting for me because he's just recently started drawing people and scenes, whereas before he used to usually paint the entire page green."

[numbered_doctor]

"It's going on my fridge as soon as I get home," she says to both of them. Between Fry and Rachel, her fridge will be very colourful.

[guppy_sandhu]

"But then it'll dribble." Fry says.

"I think she means when it's dry." Guppy says.

[numbered_doctor]

"That's exactly what I mean," she says as she gestures at the toy. "I still need to fix this little guy."

[guppy_sandhu]

Fry glances at it, then looks at his feet and says, in a tone that sounds like David Attenborough: "The fox cubs are playing now, but these skills will help them hunt."

"Have you been watching the discovery channel again?" Guppy asks.

"Yeh."