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My Appletree, My Brightness [private visual to Harvey]

[Donna's had some time to think about what she might want to say. She's seen that kind of grief. Seen the Doctor's eyes shine with tears for the loss of so many - for his children and his companions and his people. Felt the grief, sick and heavy, in her own heart when she'd had the children she'd thought were hers, ripped from her grasp in a failing and frantic program. That's not something you just get over, and everybody has their way. The Doctor ran and screamed his rage and feeling at villains and needed to be stopped. Donna stored it away in her heart, pulling it out in the night as she sobbed into her pillow, grieving the loss of people who hadn't even been real.

Her expression is somber as she contacts Harvey. She doesn't really know Flare and they've only just had an argument about the Pale Pony a few weeks earlier. The mare isn't sure if she'll get a response, but he should know there are people who aren't going to kick him in the gut in his darkest hour.]

Missed you at the Decanter last night, Mr. Finevoice. Been missing you for a couple of nights now. Reckon I know what that's all about now, what with the hullabaloo. I know we aren't friends, but... sorry. I wanted to say how sorry I am. Losing your kid- [Her voice cracks and she has to swallow down her emotion.]

If there's anything I can do for you... and Flare. Let me know. I can do cooking, tidy up around the house for you, see to the washing up. Anything you need to make it easier. I'm so sorry.

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[Harvey like as not wouldn't have responded to this. He's been a bit soured towards interactions on the scroll community lately. But he recognizes that crack in her voice.]

Thanks.

Just nice to know there's still a few friendly folks out there. [he's not bitter]

More of us than that lot ripping into you might suggest. More than a few of the regulars have been asking after you. Never mind idiots, though. They're just looking for somebody else to pick at. Vultures. [She knows. She used to be one of those people.] You're not drinking anymore, I trust?

Nah.

Didn't have any stashed here, ain't felt like shopping.

[And...well, okay, not like Flare'd let him anyway, regardless of their mutual binge a few nights back. The only things keeping him from a total relapse are basically his girlfriend and a crippling unwillingness to get up and go anywhere.]

Everything going okay there?

[And she would hope he continues to feel like not shopping.]

At the Decanter? They're making do, having more open mic nights, lately. I'm sure they'll manage if you decide to keep out of the pub scene for a bit. Some bloke named Stand Up's all right. Sort of changes the tone of a place when you go from a lounge to a comedy club. Not really bad, but I'd rather just have music.

Have you done anything for Liz, yet? Any sort of ceremony?

[She's not going to call it a wake or memorial, but she would like to honor his loss if she can and he hasn't seen to that part of the grieving.]

Edited 2014-09-03 05:48 (UTC)

No. That a thing we're doing now?

[He hasn't seen anything similar done for others who disappeared, rather than actually being murdered first. Harvey has a terrible track record with funerals - he was completely sauced during Charlie's, barely remembers it, and he only got through 90s Kid's because Liz was with him. But now that she's brought it up, it seems wrong not to do anything...]

Could be if you want it to. Doesn't have to be, though. [It's a little difficult to read tone in text, so she isn't sure if he's actually hostile to the idea.] The Doctor and I... [She bites her lip. She'll hold it together.] There was some nonsense with a computer and I thought-

I thought I'd gotten married, had kids, lived years with all of them. Ella and Joshua. Then it all got taken away. They were never real, you know? But we had a little service. For them and for Lee... my dream man. I know Liz must be so much more than that.

Edited 2014-09-03 14:09 (UTC)

[There's a bit of a pause, before he flips the scroll to video mode. He hadn't wanted to do that - frankly, he looks terrible and he knows it - but if she's gonna tell stories like that? It ain't right not to talk to her face-to-face.]

I'm sorry, too. Can't hurt any less just 'cause it was...like that. [He finishes lamely, having failed to think of a way to put "all in your head" kindly.] I guess she deserves to have somethin', but...I ain't sure I can do it right now.

[She's starting to not look her best at the moment. Donna won't be judging.]

That's fine. Whenever you're ready for it. Giving it a bit of time can be better. [God knows she's still waiting for the Doctor - her Doctor - to mourn Jenny, his clone daughter. He'd held her in his arms as she died, then stood beside her as they'd placed a sheet over her head... and that was all. Donna's almost certain he's keeping it all in just being 'always all right.']

Would it help to talk about her at all? Tell me what she was like for you? Or we could talk about anything else, if you'd like. Spotty on my royal gossip here, but there's scandals aplenty.

Edited 2014-09-04 04:13 (UTC)

Ahhhh, I don't pay attention to that stuff either. Spend enough time around stuffed shirts doin' my gigs up in Canterlot.

[He dresses nice himself, but it ain't because he wants to fit in with those jerks. They're no different than the rich back home, just with "Duke" or "Baron" or whatever tacked on.]

I don't know. I know - I know she's in that THING, more than actually bein'...gone. But the Pale Pony's kinda like somethin' we fought back home. Had the same kinda eyes, absorbed folks the same way. I was with it for a while.

I ain't sure this isn't worse.

How did you fight that thing off? The one you had back home?

[The fact that he'd been absorbed by it is distinctly troubling. She'd rather focus on the good outcomes here. Clearly, Harvey and his friends managed to beat it.]

We didn't. It took everyone. Everyone except my - the kid, Linkara. He talked it into killin' itself.

[That is not a helpful solution at all.]

Oh. Glad he found some way, at least. So, it just released everybody, then ate itself?

[She doesn't like that option, but it's better than the alternative of killing everybody inside.]

[No, he knows it isn't.]

Somethin' like that, I guess. I don't remember that part too well.

Any idea what he said?

[Harvey has a nice voice if they need someone persuasive to talk Calice into letting people go and turning inward for absorption.]

He said once it finally finished makin' everything part of itself, there wouldn't be anythin' left to do. There'd just be it, alone, forever. Nothin' to accomplish, nothin' to discover. Kinda started off an error.

Then he told it there was somethin' no one knew the answer to that it could go find out. What happens when an Elder God dies?

[Donna's brow furrows. It sounds like some sort of move out of Star Trek to trick a Vulcan.]

Don't suppose you could try arguing with an Elder God if it shows its face again? You do talk 'pretty,' Harvey.

[Harvey snorts.]

That was the kid. Only thing I could do when it showed up was get eaten.

So you've got valuable personal experience on what not to do. Perfect.

[She's British. Forgive her humor, please.]

Edited 2014-09-07 21:34 (UTC)

[Snort]

Yeah, okay, here's one. If the Pale Pony jumps ya, don't shoot her in the face. It ain't gonna help, and you'll just look like an idiot. [He's pretty sure that would just be common sense.]

Most people with guns look like idiots. [Sorry, Harvey. Donna isn't a fan of firearms. It comes from running with the Doctor.] I'll keep that in mind, though.

Also something to keep in mind. When should I drag you out of your house? I know you're probably going to want to hide in there forever, and that's all right for now, but there gets to be a point... two, three months out that that's not all right anymore.

Thanks. [Well, ain't like he can use one anymore.]

And you don't gotta drag me outta the house.

[She's pretty sure someone will need to. Harvey seems like the kind of guy to just wallow. Donna has the tact not to say that, though.]

All right. Do you need me to do anything for you right now, though? I could bake a pie, get a tub of ice cream from the market. Have you seen all of the Equestrian Games events? Spike recorded them. We could have a watch. The relay race was fun.

I was there, but I didn't go to all the events. Had stuff goin' on.

[Avoiding the actual question. He can't ask her to do anything for him.]

[He doesn't have to. He's going to get mothered at whether he wants to ask for it or not.]

I'll be over in about an hour, Mr. Finevoice.

[She rolls up her scroll and heads over to the commune's kitchen to sort out the supplies she'll need for a pie.]

Edited 2014-09-09 04:52 (UTC)

I said you don't gotta -

[Aaaaaaaaaand she's gone.

Harvey didn't particularly want this to happen. At least, that's what he's telling himself. But there isn't much he can do to stop it now; of course he's still gonna be home in an hour.]

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We can wrap up and fade to black, or have Donna turn up and bother him!

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