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[eelseason]

[Locked to Elashte]

You know I appreciate everything you've done for me and my te Torchwood, but could you please, in the future, respect the privacy of our thoughts?

I'm not going to make assumptions about demon social codes, but in our business, mind-reading a serious breech of trust and privacy with a number of risks to the perpetrator as well as the target.

[Locked to the Doctor]

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So, hypothetically speaking, what would you do with a Wanderer with paranoid tendencies and paramilitary training who happens to have gained the ability to see into a person's subconscious?

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[eelseason]

Well, so long as you're not bothered by her summarily reading off all your secrets and you think it's an acceptable risk to take.

So far as I know, she's not about to go off on anyone or anything, and she doesn't have the infrastructure to lay down that kind of network here. But I'm not sure being able to see the dark halves of everyone around her is going to do much good for her mental stability. Especially as it seems like she can't unsee them.

I could always ask Elashte. One of his demons brought her in.

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

Elashte can read people fine, but he's new to having psychic abilities. Personally, I wouldn't invite him to rummage around in an unstable person's mind - I doubt he'd do anything intentionally, but you're not going to want any missteps. I'll stop by soon as I can. Again. At this rate, I might as well take up a room in the Main Gauche.

[eelseason]

I'm sure Elashte'd be more than happy to give you one.

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sure. And considering my other option's a house with a white picket fence...

[eelseason]

A white picket fence? Isn't that something like your personal definition of Purgatory?

The Other Guy's TARDIS weird you out a bit too much?

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

Well. Martha likes it. And I'm not living there.

The TARDIS is fine, just... not always where I need to be, and moving too far hurts her.

[eelseason]

Well, if Martha likes it, it can't be too bad. Just be careful you don't find yourself domesticated.

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

Stop that. I don't do domestic, and just because I happen to stop by to see Martha every now and then... It doesn't mean anything.

[eelseason]

If it makes you feel better, I can rig up a system that will play "Stray Cat Strut" any time you walk in the gate.

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

You know, I think you'd survive if someone shoved you through the Rift. Care to experiment?

[eelseason]

...Are you all right?

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

What? Fine. Why?

[eelseason]

No, you're not, and asking was a formality. In the years in which I've known you on either side of the rift, I've never seen you even obliquely threaten anyone with violence unless that person was a threat on the lines of Daleks. And since I'm pretty sure I'm not threatening to annihilate Chicago or anything, something is going on.

Can I help?

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

Oh, you couldn't have thought I was serious.

No, you can't help, because I really am fine. I'll be at the Main Gauche soon as I can.

[eelseason]

Yeah, but even in jest

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You've totally closed your journal, haven't you. I'm just going to write to empty space until you arrive.


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