[action/text]

[othersdie]

[action]

[Justin, looking older and more worn than usual, is in the garden. If his rumpled appearance or the cigarettes don't indicate a cursed state, his complete inaction should. He's seldom idle, usually, and the police force has been keeping him occupied lately.

But right now, he's sitting under a tree. Smoking. Looking either bored or blank--it's difficult to tell. He's not going anywhere soon.]


[text]

This again. And again, and again, and again. The details change but the plot repeats itself. Not just one weekend a month or even here alone. Listen to the clock. Each tick is just like the one preceding it, like the one following it. Tedious second after tedious second. Identical seconds, adding up to minutes and hours and days and years that blur together into a single unremarkable life until, finally, we have the privilege of dying.

I wonder why we bother living through the tedium.

Why do we consider life so valuable when it ultimately comes to nothing?


[ooc: Cursed with The Years That Never Were. This is a Justin I've been working on for a while, so there's an explanation for the curious. Responses will come from the curse journal, mostly.]

Comments

[ohcurses]

It's nice.

[Understatement. He trails after Rose.]

...Why'd you invite me over?

[iwasherefirst]

'Cause you need a friend.

[She's going to lead him down the halls to a living room of sorts.]

[ohcurses]

[He can't deny that... or think of much else to say. He's not much of a conversationalist, even cursed.]

[iwasherefirst]

[She doesn't mind.] You want some tea? Could have a cuppa if you like.

[othersdie]

[She's ridiculously generous.]

Sure. Thank you.

[iwasherefirst]

[She nods at that.] Kitchen's this way.

[She makes a 'come along then' sort of gesture and starts down another hall.]

'Least it was this mornin'.

[othersdie]

[He comes perilously close to smiling.]

Does it move often?

[iwasherefirst]

Sometimes. 'Specially if she gets cranky, bored or feels like we aren't paying enough attention to her.

[Yeah, the 'ship' is sentient. The kitchen is still in the same place though and it looks like a kitchen except for the coral walls.]

How do you take it?

[othersdie]

Oh.

What? Oh, the--plain, thanks.

[iwasherefirst]

[She nods and puts the kettle on the stove then turns back to him, hip against the counter.]

You've been in the City a while, yeah?

[othersdie]

[He manages to look everywhere but at Rose.]

Almost four years. You were here before.

[iwasherefirst]

Oh. Yeah. Doctor told me a bit 'bout that. [She offers him a weak smile.] Don't remember it.

[She notices the way Justin refuses to look at her.] We were friends?

[othersdie]

Oh... no, we weren't. We never talked.

[iwasherefirst]

Oh. 'm sorry. Guess...I was a bit busy. [She's a little disappointed in herself. Justin clearly needs a friend.]

[othersdie]

[He shrugs and picks absently at a cuticle.]

It's fine. I've been a worse person.

[iwasherefirst]

Sorta pointless to debate worse, y'know? Everybody's hard on themselves.

[othersdie]

Some people have reason to be.

...How did you end up with all of this? [He gestures to the TARDIS as a whole.]

[iwasherefirst]

Oh. [She looks around the TARDIS] She's the Doctors'. I sorta...just go 'long for the ride. Got lucky that way.

[othersdie]

[A nod.]

Where do you go when you're not in the City?