Doctor Who/Sherlock=Wholock RP

[Snips.]

"A shippimg starfish." Eleven breifly told Ten as Clara muttered somethings in her fainted state.
The Doctor ran his sonic over Clara.

[Koujaku;]

Im so happy that they are both here... But it's hard to choose. I love them both. I hate hurting them though. And if I choose, I will end up hurting one of them...

((Desicions desicions, Rose.))

Her breathing slowed more and more as her dream got more and more terrifying. "Exterminate! Exterminate!" The Dalek screeched at the Doctor in the dream.

[EO+RS]

Lestrade smiled. "Come on." he said, his voice still gentle as he led her to the ball pit.

[Kanaria]

As they approached the ball pit, a wicked idea entered in to her mind. Roger knew this idea was one hundred percent hers, because of it's cruel charm. If she did this correctly, she'd have a lovesick Lestrade on her hands, if she did it wrong, she'd have to work hard to make it up. She wasn't detered at all though. She hid her plotting by continuing to look dejected.

Steve was thinking about Aphrodite, and how ashamed she would be that he failed such a simple task.

[EO+RS]

Lestrade hefted Steve for a moment, then tossed him into the ball pit, dusting his hands off. "Roger..." he said, looking at her dejected figure. He pulled her close and kissed her full on, happy that Steve was finally out of the way.

[Kanaria]

Roger smiled inwardly. She almost kissed him back, and she knew he could feel she was about to, then she turned her head, braking the kiss, and sighed before she had kissed him back. She bit her lip to hide her mischievous smile. "Lestrade, I don't know about this any more..." She said, straight faced. It was all lies though. She was going to make him work for it. But first, she had to go to the wardrobe room.

[EO+RS]

Lestrade was upset. "So, it, it was Steve, for you?" he asked, trying to hide how upset he was. "I... I understand." He put his hands in his pockets and started for the door. ((it's late and the battery's dying... bye for now))

[Kanaria]

Roger almost grabbed him, but she had to know for sure as well. If you love them, let them go. That idiotic statement is what resoved her will to follow her plan. She stared out over the sea of colorful balls. Steve, you b*st*rd...

[Snips.]

The Doctor was crouched down next to Clara, his hand on her shoulder.
"Clara. Listen to me. You are not there. You are on the Tardis. You are not a Dalek. You are not there." He whispered to her, making sense of her mumbles before to gather what she was dreaming about.

[Starryy Skiies]

Molly noticed the absence of the pheromones, and began to worry. What I'd Sherlock didn't like her anymore now that they were gone. She glanced up at the handsome consulting detective, biting her lip in worry.

Solus, having been wandering the halls, stopped at the sight of a dejected Lestrade. "Lestrade?" She stepped towards him, ears pricked, "What is the matter?" She tipped her head to the side, forelock falling over one of her eyes.

{Anyone open for Xavia?}