[Probably to the surprise of Germaryah, the door is opened by Christopher who looks...fine, but boy does he look tired.
He's got some monitoring wires on himself, connected to a monitor on wheels, stripped down to his shorts since his clothes are essentially ruined. He gives a little wave and gestures him in. There is still a lot of blood on the boy's face, in his hair, but despite the evidence of violence, physically he's alright.
But, like the Ghoul wanted, his throat is shot so the wave is all Coop gets. He can talk to The Eleven telepathically, but no words are coming out of his mouth for the next few days.]
[His eyes are roaming over him, looking worried, looking downright upset at the state of him. He comes in, but he's already moving to pull off his jacket, and his shirt. Jacket goes back on. Shirt is offered. ]
You can put this on top of yourself. For warmth. Can you- do you want to wash up? We can wash you up. The blood has to feel tacky.
[The Eleven is sitting on the floor leaning back against the small bookcase at the head of the sleep bunk, watching the interaction with curiosity.]
There's a sink over there. [He gestures across the room. Sink. Toilet. The cabin is a prison cell, so the fixtures are basic, although technologically advanced.
While Chris is up, he thinks he ought to wipe the blood off the bunk as well. It makes no sense for the boy to get cleaned up and then go back to a bloody bunk. He stands up to fetch a cloth to do that.]
[Chris looks at the shirt he was given, his eyes getting wide for just a moment as he deals with Coop being shirtless and fussing.
Christopher is very much an in his head kind of person, and if The Eleven is listening with his open invitation, there was a momentary pause in the stream of thoughts before that train gets rolling again.
I want to save some of the blood, maybe do a comparison to see if there is a change? he thinks more clearly at The Eleven and shuffles over to the sink.
Cant exactly put on the shirt that would be a dress on him until he's clean.]
[If the Eleven didn't know these two were into each other before, welp, the shirtless werewolf and the brain stopping for Chris would be a great big tell!
Ger glances between the sink and the bed, chewing on his lip, before coming to a decision.]
You know what? Let me help give a hand with your hair Christopher, and then Eleven? If you don't mind, I'll skip right downstairs. Should be some dish soap down there, if none up here. Or I could...call Arthur maybe, if you don't want to ask big J directly?
[I have toiletry stuff in my cabin. Maybe Coop could go get it? he doesnt think the other boy would enjoy taking blood samples from him for some reason.
You're psychic, yeah Eleven? I'll tell you when I'm back on my way then.
C'mere Peggy. You can show me what Chris likes. And once Chris is napping, we'll clean his place up! Then we'll clean Eleven's place, if he's cool with it.
[Chris frowns, still holding the shirt to his chest as Coop calls Peggy too him. She flutters up and onto his shoulder, cooing at her person before settling in.
Dont let him clean the pizza up, its not trash, it's an experiment... and its very important.
He does give a little wave at Coop though, not quite wanting to tell him he can't clean, just like he didnt feel like telling Viveka to get off her phone when her boyfriend had just died. The word hovers in his mind for longer than its supposed to before he breaks from the stare he catches himself in and looks back at The Eleven.
If Chase agrees maybe we can do that later. Could you kill me yourself? I think it would be difficult to do it myself...unnecessarily messy.]
Don't clean the pizza, it's important! [He calls out to Ger as he leaves.
And then, once he's gone...]
Why not now? You're already death tolling, better to do it now than go through a second death toll later. You'll have to attack me. I can only kill you if you attack me. It doesn't have to be a successful attack but there needs to be an element of self defense to get past the Admiral's restrictions.
If we can do it while Coop is gone. [It would be just another thing to upset him. He shuffles back to his rain jacket, carefully extracting his communicator out and texts Chase.]
It only works if he can revive me again. You think 5 minutes is enough time to get what you want and be prepared before I get revived again?
[The shirt was left on the spot on the mattress that isn't covered in his blood.
And its strange, looking at his friend, swallowing fear as the man moves with a speed he hadn't quite expected, and then nothing again.
Chris is small, and while he's rather durable to force, his neck is an easy target. He died so quickly he hadn't even had the chance to remind him to get blood samples through out the process.]
[The Eleven makes sure Chris' dead body doesn't fall, and is instead laid gently on the floor. He takes a few blood samples (the Seven would never let him forget that part of the experiment), sits down cross-legged next to Chris' corpse and rests his hand on the boy's forehead, and makes telepathic contact with nothing.
He waits.
During his marriage, Miska once mentioned the possibility of children and he'd laughed mockingly and she'd become furious and they'd had an enormous fight of the sort that involved property damage (extensive) and blood (both of theirs). And then they made up and never spoke of it again and he never explained to her that he hadn't been laughing at the idea of her being a mother (although then and now he's sure she would be a terrible mother, and he told her so during the fight). He'd been laughing at the idea that she thought he could procreate at all. That the Time Lords wouldn't have taken steps at the genetic level to stop any chance of his condition being passed on. Fortunately, his marriage to Miska had been based on a mutual desire for vengeance and mass murder, not to start a family.
He'd never given the possibly, or lack thereof, regarding children very much thought before. But now that he's thinking about it, he thinks he can see the appeal in raising a child, mentoring a young mind. The One had occasionally mentored Junior Archivists and had found it satisfying.
Marriage had been a failure in the end. Perhaps this could be better.]
[He knows the concept of telepathy and psychic abilities. There's a branch if magic about it. He's just not in practice himself.
He still tries, for the Eleven, to do the equivalent of a telepathic hand wave as he comes in, his arms full of shampoo, soap, and other things he thinks will help with the cleaning.]
Hey guys, I'm bac-
[He sees Chris on the floor, and all items drop, as he rushes forward to see what's wrong.]
Chris? Chris! Eleven, what happened? Did he fall and hit his head?
He needs a healer!
[He could be just empathic because he was. Or kind. Or deeply into hm.
[There is a quiet pause, Christopher's body still, until it isnt, and like before he gasps awake. It's quieter than before, and if anything, oh boy does he look even more exhausted than he had.
Stacking tolls isnt for the feint of heart and Chris's head tilts just so, catching Germaryah who he had hoped wouldn't be back yet and mouths the word 'hi' with a floppy wave of his hand.
His internal voice is even quieter than usual when he asks Did you get that?]
[Yes, he says to Chris, then removes his hand and stands up to look at Ger.]
Don't be silly, it wasn't a plot or a plan. If it were I wouldn't have called you here in the first place. Much easier to do something behind your back that way. This was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing.
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Date: 2026-04-21 05:44 pm (UTC)He's got some monitoring wires on himself, connected to a monitor on wheels, stripped down to his shorts since his clothes are essentially ruined. He gives a little wave and gestures him in. There is still a lot of blood on the boy's face, in his hair, but despite the evidence of violence, physically he's alright.
But, like the Ghoul wanted, his throat is shot so the wave is all Coop gets. He can talk to The Eleven telepathically, but no words are coming out of his mouth for the next few days.]
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Date: 2026-04-21 06:15 pm (UTC)[His eyes are roaming over him, looking worried, looking downright upset at the state of him. He comes in, but he's already moving to pull off his jacket, and his shirt. Jacket goes back on. Shirt is offered. ]
You can put this on top of yourself. For warmth. Can you- do you want to wash up? We can wash you up. The blood has to feel tacky.
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Date: 2026-04-22 12:26 am (UTC)There's a sink over there. [He gestures across the room. Sink. Toilet. The cabin is a prison cell, so the fixtures are basic, although technologically advanced.
While Chris is up, he thinks he ought to wipe the blood off the bunk as well. It makes no sense for the boy to get cleaned up and then go back to a bloody bunk. He stands up to fetch a cloth to do that.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 12:40 am (UTC)Christopher is very much an in his head kind of person, and if The Eleven is listening with his open invitation, there was a momentary pause in the stream of thoughts before that train gets rolling again.
I want to save some of the blood, maybe do a comparison to see if there is a change? he thinks more clearly at The Eleven and shuffles over to the sink.
Cant exactly put on the shirt that would be a dress on him until he's clean.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 01:04 am (UTC)Ger glances between the sink and the bed, chewing on his lip, before coming to a decision.]
You know what? Let me help give a hand with your hair Christopher, and then Eleven? If you don't mind, I'll skip right downstairs. Should be some dish soap down there, if none up here. Or I could...call Arthur maybe, if you don't want to ask big J directly?
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Date: 2026-04-22 01:18 am (UTC)[The Eleven regains control and in this instance doesn't disagree with the Three.] Not unless absolutely necessary. If we need soap, I'll get it.
[But if he's doing that, Ger will need to collect the samples.]
Chris wants to save some of the blood for testing.
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Date: 2026-04-22 01:46 am (UTC)I've never taken blood for samples.
[He's curious, since he's never done this.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 01:48 am (UTC)Peggy can show him where it is if he asks her.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 01:57 am (UTC)I'll handle the blood samples.
[Next time you die, I'd like to observe the resurrection process with deep telepathy., he says to Chris.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 02:08 am (UTC)C'mere Peggy. You can show me what Chris likes. And once Chris is napping, we'll clean his place up! Then we'll clean Eleven's place, if he's cool with it.
[Here undead pigeon, you're coming for a ride!]
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Date: 2026-04-22 02:16 am (UTC)Dont let him clean the pizza up, its not trash, it's an experiment... and its very important.
He does give a little wave at Coop though, not quite wanting to tell him he can't clean, just like he didnt feel like telling Viveka to get off her phone when her boyfriend had just died. The word hovers in his mind for longer than its supposed to before he breaks from the stare he catches himself in and looks back at The Eleven.
If Chase agrees maybe we can do that later. Could you kill me yourself? I think it would be difficult to do it myself...unnecessarily messy.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 02:38 am (UTC)And then, once he's gone...]
Why not now? You're already death tolling, better to do it now than go through a second death toll later. You'll have to attack me. I can only kill you if you attack me. It doesn't have to be a successful attack but there needs to be an element of self defense to get past the Admiral's restrictions.
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Date: 2026-04-22 02:45 am (UTC)It only works if he can revive me again. You think 5 minutes is enough time to get what you want and be prepared before I get revived again?
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Date: 2026-04-22 02:54 am (UTC)Perfect.
And without really missing a beat Christopher turns and throws his communicator at The Eleven's head. Attack!
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Date: 2026-04-22 03:01 am (UTC)[And then Chris' communicator is flying at him. The Eleven is quick, and knocks it away with his hand and then pounces to break Chris' neck.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 03:05 am (UTC)And its strange, looking at his friend, swallowing fear as the man moves with a speed he hadn't quite expected, and then nothing again.
Chris is small, and while he's rather durable to force, his neck is an easy target. He died so quickly he hadn't even had the chance to remind him to get blood samples through out the process.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 04:03 am (UTC)He waits.
During his marriage, Miska once mentioned the possibility of children and he'd laughed mockingly and she'd become furious and they'd had an enormous fight of the sort that involved property damage (extensive) and blood (both of theirs). And then they made up and never spoke of it again and he never explained to her that he hadn't been laughing at the idea of her being a mother (although then and now he's sure she would be a terrible mother, and he told her so during the fight). He'd been laughing at the idea that she thought he could procreate at all. That the Time Lords wouldn't have taken steps at the genetic level to stop any chance of his condition being passed on. Fortunately, his marriage to Miska had been based on a mutual desire for vengeance and mass murder, not to start a family.
He'd never given the possibly, or lack thereof, regarding children very much thought before. But now that he's thinking about it, he thinks he can see the appeal in raising a child, mentoring a young mind. The One had occasionally mentored Junior Archivists and had found it satisfying.
Marriage had been a failure in the end. Perhaps this could be better.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 04:17 am (UTC)He still tries, for the Eleven, to do the equivalent of a telepathic hand wave as he comes in, his arms full of shampoo, soap, and other things he thinks will help with the cleaning.]
Hey guys, I'm bac-
[He sees Chris on the floor, and all items drop, as he rushes forward to see what's wrong.]
Chris? Chris! Eleven, what happened? Did he fall and hit his head?
He needs a healer!
[He could be just empathic because he was. Or kind. Or deeply into hm.
Or all the above.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 04:22 am (UTC)[A posh voice breaks in.] Make yourself useful and clean up the blood, old bean.
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Date: 2026-04-22 04:52 am (UTC)Behind my back.
[They both did.
A tear manages to escape before he straightens up.]
I'm cleaning Christopher's room. I'll get the blood later.
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Date: 2026-04-22 05:02 am (UTC)Stacking tolls isnt for the feint of heart and Chris's head tilts just so, catching Germaryah who he had hoped wouldn't be back yet and mouths the word 'hi' with a floppy wave of his hand.
His internal voice is even quieter than usual when he asks Did you get that?]
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Date: 2026-04-22 05:22 am (UTC)Don't be silly, it wasn't a plot or a plan. If it were I wouldn't have called you here in the first place. Much easier to do something behind your back that way. This was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing.
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Date: 2026-04-22 05:30 am (UTC)[He rubbed at his eyes.]
It's horrifying. You two can clean this up. I'll clean Chris's place. You two can have your experiments in peace.
Sorry for getting in the way.
[He hates this place sometimes. He really does.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 02:00 pm (UTC)But this seems to be untrue and chris attempts to get up and fails, his arms tired enough that they dont care the weight of himself at the moment.
He's important to the experiment! He cant leave... how he is, he cant say but he doesn't want him to go, so go on, tell him Eleven!]
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