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[impure_tale]

Romana, tell these faceless Doctor beasts to let me go back to my room.

By the by, it's three in the afternoon. Do you know where your Inmate is?

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

[West stares at him for a moment, then lowers his head and suppresses a laugh]

I'm sorry, but-- that's really, ah, 'queeny'. [He shakes his head and looks serious again] I mean something to help identify the man.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[He glowered at him.] His hair was uneven.

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

[West almost feels bad for laughing. Almost] What colour? How did he speak-- if at all?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Brown. And I don't remember him saying anything, if much.

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

I see. When do you think you'll be well enough to leave?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I think I'm well enough right this minute. [holds up a finger] But watch this.

[He very patiently picks up the bed-table and turns it to set it aside, so that he might slide out of bed on the other side. The faceless nurses are just suddenly there, very calmly and with supernatural ease able to gently turn him back to his usual position and replace the table over his lap. He rolls his eyes.]

Would you believe I was actually trying to stop them?

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

[West watches with some apprehension. He's not the biggest fan of the medical staff] That's-- ah-- unnerving.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[The Marquis crosses his arms petulantly] I feel like a child.

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

[West smirks teasingly] You sound like a child.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

All the more reason that I should be appeased.

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

I don't think it usually works that way.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

And whose side are you on, my pet? [raises an eyebrow, or rather attempts to]

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

Well, you might be safer here...

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

And I would never sleep. [He gestures about] It's far too bright in here. It unsettles me.

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

[At the thought of sleep, West flinches slightly] Surely they turn the lights out at night.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[His bluff called, he frowns.] I do not know. They make me sleep before any such thing occurs. And then I have those horrid dreams.

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

...dreams? About what?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Dying. At least, I think that is what they are about. Everything up to that point, anyhow. I tend to come awake at the last stroke.

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

Right. [He's not so lucky; there's no last stroke for him to come awake for] It seems to be going around. I hope yours isn't too bad.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Being shot is not so bad as what I've experienced already, sparrow. [He smiles]

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

Shot? Ah. I suppose it... [He shrugs] I wouldn't know, I suppose.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You've been dreaming too. [watches him evenly]

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

[He nods, then looks away] Everybody has. I assume it'll pass.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

That bad?

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

Yes. Well, I presume everybody's is.