video; oo8 (saturday before sirens)

[universaljanitor]

[Greetings, Siren's Port. The face you'll be seeing is one that vanished from the Port a few days ago, but more than that it just... looks different. Older and younger all at once, free of the weight and pain that had been lining it before, the stress and insanity. Instead, in its place, is pure relief. As if the weight of the universe had been lifted off his shoulders.

Oh. And he looks like he might have just fallen through a window.]

Siren's Port? I'm really... this is the Port? Again? Now...? [His voice is strained, shaky, as if he's just about to completely lose control of his emotions] How... how long was I gone? Was it that long? Days? Months?

Is everyone still here? Jack? Washu? Jubilee? All you angel blokes?

... Rose?

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[universaljanitor]

[He'd been about to say something, but... yeah. Inside sounds good. Really good. He's getting hit by exhaustion and hit hard. Running around like a chicken with his head cut off, fried by 'lightning', jumped out of a spaceship through a roof, hit the floor a little harder than he would have liked...

Yeah, sitting down would be kind of nice.]

That'd be... brilliant, actually.

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[recidivus]

Good. Come on, then. [Arm in his- well, around his waist to help him along. Lean, Doctor, lean.]

So you ... saved the world. What happened? Alien invasion? [She has to wonder if it's those fucking Daleks again, but .... no. They should be gone. Would be. Better be.]

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[universaljanitor]

[He shakes his head, wincing as his chest pulls in a funny way - bloody hurt, slamming into the ground like that.]

Nah... no invasion, really. Just... you know. The usual. Attempt to destroy Earth, raise a dead civilization, convert all of humanity...