[Mostly Open] So we'll press, and press 'til you can't take it anymore!

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: Precursors and you. And Eventually Newton. Hopefully!
LOCATION: A holding room in Ximilia Station.
DATE: Est. two days post-mission, after the kaiju is defeated and the orb is retrieved.
CONTENT: The precursors are revealed — and are finally removed from Newt's mind.
WARNINGS: Possession and the bodily autonomy issues that come with that. More will be added if necessary!

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Feel free to focus on the player plot log first and come back to this later.

CLOSED STARTER | THE DOCTOR
DARKLING'S TOP LEVEL | WHILE NEWT WAS SLEEPING...
OPEN STARTER | THE PRECURSORS, REVEALED
CLOSED FINAL CONCLUSION | THE PRECURSORS, REMOVED
OPEN PROMPTS | NEWTON GEISZLER'S RETURN

Comments

[lateness]

Oh, you'll never be that, Newt Geiszler.

[ How does he sound so sure about that? Well, it's because he's the Doctor, that's why. And he believes it too. That helps. ]

There's enough of you there, enough that they haven't taken that you'll find it all again. It'll flicker back to life. It'll grow stronger.

Suppose it'll just take some time. And I've never been very good at it, you know: time, that is. The waiting bit, I always skipped it all to get to the good part. [ That's the thing about being a Time Lord and having a time-and-spaceship that can pop in and out, skipping the long, boring bits. It isn't like that now, but the Doctor finds ... he's all right with it.

Maybe the skipping was cheating anyway.

And if it means he can be there for a friend, for once, he'll try. That's new. ] But if it helps, if any of it helps at all, I'll wait with you, eh? If you want.

[groupiedrifter]

[He listens and hangs on the Doctor's every word, because he knows he can't at all trust his own right now. Truth be told, it's hard not to take the Precursor's insults to heart in the aftermath of what's happened; they always did tell him every pitfall in his personality, crippled whatever confidence in himself he'd mustered. But the Doctor? What reason would he have to distrust his answers?

It's like the Time Lord thinks: he's the Doctor, and if he's sure, then that's that.

Breathing a deep breath, he nods.]

Thanks. And.

[A pause.]

I guess while we're here —

[He scoots in and takes the Doctor's shoulders, dragging him close and planting a comically loud smooch to one of his cheeks. When he pulls back, he looks a little less like a wilted flower — and a touch like the doofus who would do such a thing.]

Just returning the favor for the greeting you smacked me with in my own head.

You kiss like an old Italian grandpa, you know that?

[lateness]

[ The Doctor's expression goes from solemn to surprised to absolutely delighted, the small grin on his face turning into a soft laugh. ]

Ha-hah — is that what they call it, then? [ He waves a hand as though he's about to introduce tonight's on-stage headliner: ] The Italian Grandpa.

Well, it isn't so bad, is it?