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[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

Someone turn off the sun, please.

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[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

Headache?

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

An unbelievable one. I don't think I can move.

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

[He reaches into his inside coat pocket and passes her his sunglasses.] Migraine, hang-over, something else?

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is most decisively a hangover. [Nyssa accepts the glasses and puts them on.]

Thank you, that's much better - truly.

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

I hear good things about hydration for hangovers. If that's much better - [He holds his hand out.] Let's go find a bottle of water. MOving around might help more than you think.

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

Must I? [Because Nyssa would like to just continue to hide under her pillow and sleep for three days straight.]

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

Well. No. You don't 'have' to do much. Stay put, and I"ll bring water to you? [He'd offer her a pain killer, but that's just dangerous with an alien.]

[youmetimespace.livejournal.com]

Have a little too much to drink? [River hands the girl a small vial.] Here, try this. Hangover cure.

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

Just a bit. [Nyssa concedes and takes the vial, peering out from beneath the pillow she's put over her head.]

Thank you.

[youmetimespace.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. I figure if I'm stuck here for a little while, I might as well be of some use.

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

Stuck here? [Nyssa looks at the other, curiously.]

[youmetimespace.livejournal.com]

Turlough was meddling and he somehow pulled me in from a later version of the TARDIS.

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

...I've heard stranger things. Who are you, if you don't mind my asking?

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

Headache?

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

An unbelievable one. I don't think I can move.

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

[He reaches into his inside coat pocket and passes her his sunglasses.] Migraine, hang-over, something else?

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is most decisively a hangover. [Nyssa accepts the glasses and puts them on.]

Thank you, that's much better - truly.

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

I hear good things about hydration for hangovers. If that's much better - [He holds his hand out.] Let's go find a bottle of water. MOving around might help more than you think.

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

Must I? [Because Nyssa would like to just continue to hide under her pillow and sleep for three days straight.]

[youmetimespace.livejournal.com]

Have a little too much to drink? [River hands the girl a small vial.] Here, try this. Hangover cure.

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

Just a bit. [Nyssa concedes and takes the vial, peering out from beneath the pillow she's put over her head.]

Thank you.

[youmetimespace.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. I figure if I'm stuck here for a little while, I might as well be of some use.

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

Stuck here? [Nyssa looks at the other, curiously.]

[youmetimespace.livejournal.com]

Turlough was meddling and he somehow pulled me in from a later version of the TARDIS.

[artfulscientist.livejournal.com]

...I've heard stranger things. Who are you, if you don't mind my asking?