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[Out on the porch is stood a certain moody looking doctor.Only, he's not really in a bad mood per se - he's just thinking, daydreaming. He doesn't pay too much mind to this time of year; of course Pinoco did, but he was always happy to let it pass by without much fuss.]

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[Residents may suddenly become aware of the sound of a piano being played; the door to the music room is open, and a particular tune is floating through the air. If anyone was to investigate, they'd find Black Jack at the piano, a large nine tailed dog laying contentedly at his feet]

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[Black Jack's just in the kitchen making coffee; after what had just been the most stressful week and a half of his life thus far, he is starting to learn to appreciate hot showers and fresh caffiene. Though despite being back amongst creature comforts, he still looks like he's just been punched in the face

Bother? y/y?]

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[Black Jack is sitting outside on the grass surrounding the fountain, with a 2 year old child and a pile of envelopes, all in various shades of pink and all perfumed into oblivion. He's opened one or two, but they all say pretty much the same thing. And they're all from the same person.

Leaning back against the stone water feature, the surgeon goes to light his pipe, the smell from the letters somewhat headache inducing. However, before he can really relax he glances over at the young boy next to him.

He's staring. Just, line facing at the Doctor, who in turn, frowns back]

What?

[When the little boy just shrugs, but keeps glancing from the pipe to the Black Jack, he eventually gives in, and puts it out]

Fine. Have it your way.

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[Black Jack is sat by the lake, shirtless, attempting to wash some of his clothes. Going nearly two weeks without anyway of bathing properly or getting a change of clothing was starting to grate on the Doctor, so this is him improvising.

He hadn't really tried looking for the blueprints and he wasn't sure he planned to; hunger and general lack of sleep was beginning to wear him down, and playing along with the Author isn't top of his priorities...]

Current Location: Lake

20adaydragon.livejournal.com

[He'd been sleeping off the impromptu visit to the lake house.. and what felt like a very long and obscure dream that had been his first time residence at the Manor. But something felt a little off as he rolled over and felt a strangely familiar build lying with him. As he did he managed to lean on his Blackberry starting the feed on the two spooning nearby the forest. For a moment he was going to tell Ayame to go back to his own room, but then he remembered that Ayame didn't have such a sterile medical smell, that and he wasn't the kind to fall asleep in the middle of the gardens. What was-- Black Jack?

So the Manor wasn't a dream? If it was it was becoming one that his mind was especially fond of reoccurring. Hazily he put an arm on Black Jack's side.]

Kuroo..?

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[Black Jack is quite happily sat on one of the benches in the garden, looking up at the stars. Or atleast that's what it looks like from a distance. Up close, anyone who goes to poke him will see that his eyes are closed, and that he's dozing lightly. The night wasn't warm, but it wasn't too cold either - not that it would have mattered either way. With the Manor gone, they'd all have to get used to the great outdoors.But he had had to sleep outside more than once in his career]

((Feel free to wake him))

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[When the feed comes on, Black Jack doesn't bother to smile, though his tone is light. His entire demeanor is, as usual, professional and neutral]

I've noticed more than a few people have been showing symptoms of a flu-like illness. I just wanted to let you all know that there are painkillers and cold medications in the medical kits in both the bathroom and kitchen. I should also advise those showing symptoms to rest, and drink plenty of fluids.

I know a lot of you will know all this already, but, it's better to be safe.

[End feed]

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[When the feed comes on, it appears Black Jack is sat in the music room, at the piano to be exact. He looks drawn and saddenedm but this is soon replaced by his professional pokerface]

Hello everyone, I hope you're all well.

I'll try and keep this quick. After last week, I think it would be a good idea for the house to have some sort of record system. Hatori had the idea of just keeping medical records for everyone, should an event like last week occur in the future. Since we have a legal system, it seems sensible to also have medical records on hand, should they be needed.

I will leave an appropriate amount of standard record forms and envelopes on a table in the parlor should you wish to help this idea become reality; of course this is completely optional, but, if you want to be included, simply take a form, fill it out as honestly as you can, initial the envelope and return it to me at your own descretion. I won't read them unless I'm given permission, and they'll be locked away securely, me being the only one able to get to them should the need arise.

If any of you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.

[His tone becomes somewhat strained towards the end, and he switches the feed off as soon as the last sentence finishes. Or at least, he thinks he does as he puts the blackberry on top of the piano, turning round to face the same way. He lifts the lid to the keys, not bothering to open the sheet music. The song he starts playing he knows off by heart.

Hatori was gone. Written out, as if he never existed. It was like a punch to the gut for the doctor, and when he'd woken up that morning, alone, and found that only his name remained on the door....he hadn't known what to do. At least with this system, Hatori's idea, he'd somehow remain in the Manor.

As the song draws to an end, without hesitation he starts it again, this time slower, with more emotion than before..]

Current Mood: crushed

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[This morning was like waking up in hell for Black Jack. He hurt. Everything hurt. Those sharp, acute pains in his muscles and joints, combined with the dull, aching throb that pulsed through him when he tried to move..

When the feed comes on, it appears that the black berry's on the floor, but clearly shows Black Jack, around 6 or 7, on the floor as well. Having just fallen out of bed, he's in a great deal of pain, and can't seem to move. His scars and burns all look scarily fresh as he curses under his breath]

Dammit...dammit all..come on...come on, you've done this before...

[Slowly but surely, and with a great deal of effort, he manages to push himself up off of the floor, though he needs to stop and get enough energy up to move again. Now sitting up against the side of the bed, he looks at his shaking child hands..this wasn't going to be a good week for the Doctor]

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[Black Jack is in the kitchen making coffee and lunch - perhaps as a personal challenge, he'd managed to get to the kitchen without touching sunlight, probably making him far more proud of himself then he should have been. But, nowadays, any wins against the Author were something to get cocky about.]

((OTA - feel free to bug him, shoot him with a water pistol, whatever 8Dd ))

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[The feed loads fairly quickly for once, and just shows Black Jack sat on his bed, or rather, Hatori's bed, although the younger doctor isn't in the camera's view. For the more observational residents, Black Jack has a beautifully large, purple, black and blue eye, the bruising also travelling to the side of his face]

Hello everyone - I won't take up too much of your time, but it's come to my attention that a few of you have contracted chicken pox; please feel free to contact Hatori or myself for medication or other treatments, or any questions you may have.

But, for the time being, if you have the virus I ask that you stay in your rooms, as we don't know who in the Manor is more vulnerable etc, etc.

Thank you

[End of feed]

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[Black Jack is sat on the edge of the bed he'd woken up in the previous day, his blackberry in his hands. He must have typed out atleast a dozen messages, but then deleted them again. He didn't know if Hatori was back to normal or not, and if so, he didn't know if he'd remember the previous week. They hadn't parted on good terms, and Black jack didn't know whether or not to text him to find out. It hurt not knowing, but it would hurt more if Hatori was still under the impression they weren't together. He wasn't used to feeling like this; he wasn't used to having anyone close to him in this way, so to have that person suddenly not know who you are?

He just throws the blackberry on the table in front of him, running his hands through his hair as he sighs in frustration. The impact of the throw just so happened to switch on the video feed, unbeknownst to the good Doctor]

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[Black Jack honestly couldn't say he was complaining about their new surroundings. despitethe weather, he was in Paris. A favourite cty for him to visit patients in, he hoped that this plot would last more than a week. He even recognised the street he'd stepped out onto, which gave him an idea.

Pulling out his Blackberry, he started texting;]

Text: Private to Hatori

Morning - where are you? It's a beautiful new plot and I know a great place to get something to eat

Text: Private to John

I bet you're missing the furballs now, hmm? :)

[Shutting off his Blackberry, he pushes his hands into his pockets, and sets off]

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[When the feed comes on, Black Jack looks and sounds pretty iritated, but also a little amused]

I'm going to assume that everyone else has met the stupid..furry..things..But I just thought I should warn everyone; for Gods sake, don't give them caffiene.

[He then flips the blackberry over, so anyone watching will see a split bag of coffee beans on the floor. Around it, 4 Tribbles are prety much spazzing out. One is repeatedly running into the wall, another running in tight circles, stopping, then going the opposite way. Another is just jumping from surface to surface like a flea on speed. The final Tribble is rolling around on it's side, propelling itself in small circles.]

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[Anyone in the kitchen will meet Black Jack, preparing some food and hot drinks. He's pleased to not have to fight to get food for him and Hatori, and they'd long since run out of coffee. The decorations didn't bother him, nor did the random bouts of 'scary' laughter he kept hearing. He was beyond caring what the Author had planned this week - his priority was his patient, and second to that was his need for caffeine]

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[Hatori's eyes opened slowly. He'd been fading in and out of consciousness since the previous week after he allowed Piccolo to practically drain him. He didn't mind, he was just glad that thanks to Black Jack he hadn't died. He was in his debt, even if his partner wouldn't view it like that. He rolls over and heard Black Jack using the shower, a small comforted smile creeping across his face. With a sigh he then looks around the room and spots a woman stood there. Nothing peculiar other than the fact there was a woman stood there. He tilts his head as he gets up on his elbows to look at her. The woman seems to take this as an invitation to approach, but as she does..her face seems to disappear. No trace of eyes, nose or a mouth on her, just approaching.

He gets a shiver down his spine as his brows furrow, watching her before she just outright lunges at him, yelling something incoherent. He throws his arms over his head and lets out a yell for Black Jack.]

Kuro!

Current Mood: sore

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[Black Jack woke up quickly, a hot, burning sensation across his bare chest and a craving in his stomach unlike anything he'd had before. Getting out of bed hurriedly, he found that the burning stopped when he left the stream of daylight pouring in from the open curtains. Stranger still, he felt that his canines had grown at least an inch or so. He soon realized what it all meant..]

Hatori..wake up

Current Mood: stressed

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[Anyone outside might run into Black Jack, sat underneath one of the trees. Despite the weather, he doesn't seem too bothered although he's pretty soaked. His ghost, an attractive woman with long dark hair, is sat next to him, speaking words that only he can hear. At one point he wipes a hand across his face and under his eyes, and closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the tree]

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[The feed will show Black Jack sat on the edge of the bed, Hatori asleep on the other side. Black Jack has his head in his hands, but then turns his face as if someone just said something to him. He looks saddened and serious]

..I'm so sorry..it was my fault..

Current Mood: sad

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scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 28 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ [In person]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 27 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ [Accidential Video / In person]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 26 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ Rule #32; Enjoy the little things [In person]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 25 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ I gave you love, you gave me asthma BI [Accidental Video/In person]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 24 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ [In person]
20adaydragon.livejournal.com - Cigarette 1 // [In Person/ Accidental Video] An abrupt return
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 23 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ [In person]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 22 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ Paracetamoxyfrusebendroneomycin [Video]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 21 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ For the record, I'll miss you..[Video/In person/Accidental video]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 20 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ Reversed Success [Accidental Video]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 019 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ Like a wheel within a wheel [In person] ((Bck.Dated to midday))
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 018 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ Bad Medicine [Video]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 017 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ [Accidental Vido]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 016 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ From Paris with love [In person]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 015 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ Caffiene and Star Wars [Video]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 014 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ Making Coffee [In person]
20adaydragon.livejournal.com - Cigarette 11 // Did you have that dream again..? [In Person]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 013 ♦♣ Black Jack ♥♠ Holy Haemoglobin, Batman! [In person]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 012 ♥♣ Black Jack ♠♦ I have seen the rain [In person]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 011 ♦♣ Black Jack ♠♥ Mothers love [Accidental Audio]

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