"You look like you're constipated. Did it do something to you? It's worked for me and I'm human, it should have worked for you…." Seni mumbled, tugging at her hair.
"Yeah, it, um," she held the object away from her. "Thanks, I appreciate that, but I'm never - yeah, never doing that again. Unless I'm dying, I guess. Maybe." She shook her head, clearing her throat simply because she was used to doing it.
(I couldn't remember the word for when you do something just because you're used to doing it, even if you don't have to, and now it's really bugging me.)
(Routine? Repetition? Habit?)
"Okay. It's not the most comfortable, I know." Seni agreed, taking back the inhaler and shoving it in her jacket pocket.
(HABIT! H A B I T! I can die in peace now.)
Olivia nodded, blinking hard as she stood up. Her vision went black for a moment, as it always did when she stood up too fast. "Thanks, though," she told Seni.
"You're not okay, are you? Be honest or I'll rip out your ovaries and shove them up your ass." Seni's eyes glinted over menacingly. "Yeah! Just do it whether she's honest or not!" a deranged, short and tough blonde man jeered. It was the Three, if course. He always appeared when she was stressed out. Seni was in the verge of punching the phantom of her mind but decided to ignore him and pay attention to Olivia.
Olivia widened her eyes, stumbling slightly. "What?" She asked blankly. "I mean," she began, shaking her head to clear it, "I'm fine. Or, not medically, I'm scheduled to die soon, but other than that, I'm fine."
"That's not fine, but we should find the Doctor before he tears down the house." Seni said roughly. "Put her out of her misery, Seni." "Stuff it, Three."
The smog had mostly cleared up, and currently the Doctor was trying to break into a strongbox. "Weird lock. It doesn't fit the era, not at all," he frowned at the strange piece of glowing tech.
Olivia looked at the box curiously, remaining silent. Aliens? Time travellers? Wait, since I'm from a different planet and quite possibly the past, does that make me an alien time traveller? She thought to herself, tipping her head slightly.
(Hey, sis, I saw you were on, and - um, never mind. Hi!)
(Yeah sorry I'm just… vjwbaklfjwn. Hi.)
"Its too advanced or too low tech?" Seni asked, having seen both. "Neither. Wrong planet, you'd find this sort o tech miles away. Troubled is, I can't seem to figure out which planet."
(I feel you. I just stopped being Big Sad and qofnn[quvf oof.)
Olivia frowned. "I thought you were supposed to know everything," she stated completely seriously, wandering the room to look at various objects.
"I said most things. And some more besides." the Doctor corrected.
Olivia tilted her head. "Are you aware that that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever? Because you should be."
"Oh, I'm rarely self-aware, just ask Seni! She reminds me when I have to apply social cues." he chuckled. Seni rolled her eyes again, it was surprising they hadn't stuck that way really. "I do! It's annoying!"
"I'm aware. You find everything annoying," Olivia retorted with an eye roll. "Its just SUPER fun."
(I have no idea how I'm writing Seni. I think she just,,,, like,,,, has eternal mood swings. Like me I guess. We're both petty assholes I guess? But I digress.)
"I know, right?" two could play at this game. "We can rule out Chelonians, see those digits…." Seni and the Doctor engaged in strange technological gabble, leaving Olivia to explore.
Olivia rolled her eyes annoyedly. "I know, right?" She mocked under her breath, taking an object off of a shelf to blow dust off of it. After several seconds of examining it, she came to the conclusion that she had no idea what it was.
(I WANT TO STALK THIS
–sorry ahem. I'll try again.
May I please stalk this?)
(Take note that I'm a shitty writer and I have a hard time getting around to writing anything because of major executive dysfunction and depression making me want to avoid everything. Also, my characterization is all over the place because I can only write things when they revovle around my mood, which changes as quickly as…. well, as quick changes do. See, I still haven't even responded!! Getting to it, but I'm slow. Sorry.)
(Nah, fam, it's totally fine. Even if you lose interest and don't want to continue, or if you just can't continue, it's all good, I'm here for ya)
(No, I want to do this. I have a whole concept for a plot but I'm not executing it very well. It's late where I am, I'm going to bsd, but I'll probably answer sometime tomorrow.)
(Ok, that's fine, hope you feel better! (Also, psst, I have faith in your creative abilities.))
Olivia rolled her eyes annoyedly. "I know, right?" She mocked under her breath, taking an object off of a shelf to blow dust off of it. After several seconds of examining it, she came to the conclusion that she had no idea what it was.
"Oh really." Seni snorted. She rolled her eyes and began to tamper with the lock. She whispered something to the Doctor, and he hesitated before going up to Olivia. "You said you were…. uh, going to die?" he said slowly.
(Welcome back, sis! I mean, not that you weren't here, I just meant - I'm going to stop typing now.)
Olivia shrugged, nodding. "My lungs don't really work very well. So yeah, at some point. Probably in the next 2 to 3 years. But everyone dies eventually, right? It's a good way to remind myself to live my life the way I want to."
"Do you want to die?" the Doctor asked with the grace of a man with zero social skills.
Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Er… no? Most people don't," she replied confusedly. "It's not like it's a choice, but nobody knows what's wrong with me, so I make the best of it."
"Well, you do have a Doctor with not all, but most of the knowledge of time and space at his disposal, in case you've forgotten." he joked, patting her on the shoulder and chortling. "And since you don't want to die, which most people don't, you're right, I'm sure we could work something out."
Olivia froze, feeling tears spring into her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again, not wanting to let her sudden rush of emotion seep into her voice. After a minute, she spoke, "I - I don't understand, you can - I would - "
"I'm a doctor. I can't refuse a patient no matter what they've done." the Doctor said softly, pulling Olivia closer into a hug. He let her breakdown into his shoulder, rubbing even circles on her back whilst doing so.
Olivia froze again, but slowly relaxed slightly. Her thoughts were a mass of questions and confused remarks, and her brain didn't seem to be functioning properly. "No, that's - I'm supposed to die. That's what's meant to happen," she blurted, shaking her head.
