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( Two men and a xenomorph walk into a tavern —

...alternatively, stumble down a woodland road, breath staggered, seemingly drained — if not by the weight of the enormous forest creature they carry, bled and bound to a makeshift pallet of decayed logs, then by the constant, jittery effort to evade the strikes of its tail.

The Doctor drags the animal’s wooden bed by long, loosely woven strips of ripped cloth. Lan Wangji holds the pendant with one hand and his own cutting strings that fetter the beast with the other.

For their trouble, the creature’s tail lovingly smacks the Doctor on his flank, then thwaps Lan Wangji’s temple, on the swing back. It growls its thanks after, before settling into a... disturbing... purr... that seems to indicate the time to nap is nigh.

The Doctor, then: ) It's settling down a bit already! Just needed a proper looking after, really, like anything.

( Well said, Doctor. For your effort, have a nice, friendly, sleepy tail smack on the back. So Wangji doesn’t feel jealous, the snoring beast peers over his shoulder, drenching it in a sea of... drool. He sighs. )

We bear one of the Beastmaster’s creatures. Feral, wounded. Enemy of the Huntress in the woods.

( Who should have been long culled, but don’t let Lan Wangji’s long-suffering expression convince you of that. The enemy or their enemy, so on. )

It requires... healing to resume duties. We number those who know the care of animals?

( ooc: ...sorry, cave buddies, just going to park Fido in the back real quick! Any veterinarians in the house? )

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[thedreamer]

Mail order catalogue or virtual mailing list? I prefer the hard copies, you know, like to clip out the coupons.

[makemeasong]

There aren't coupons on a fact list about you, dummy. What would they even be coupons for?

[ She's laughing, but she does have a question for him. ]

Are you definitely planning on letting the nice...thing go once it's all better? Yes?

[thedreamer]

Jammie Dodgers! Keep up, Clara.

[ Yes, she's the one falling behind here. ]

And no, it's not being kept, I assure you. I'll be glad to take it home.

[makemeasong]

Oh, good.

Wait, you will? No whinging about wanting to make a new friend?

[thedreamer]

It's not the sort of creature to keep, far from it. But it can help us with the Huntress, perhaps, once it heals.

[makemeasong]

You aren't just saying that because you don't have the TARDIS and there's nowhere to put your new friend...are you?

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He will not keep his new friend.

[thedreamer]

I'm not! It doesn't belong with us.

[ He does pick up strays, yes, but he also prefers to return creatures back to their rightful home. When he can. ]

I'll see it healed, though.

[makemeasong]

[ Clara grins at him over the device and looks a little proud. Of course he'll take care of it, that's what he does. ]

Couldn't be in better hands.