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Off The Cliff [Mar. 10th, 2008|06:30 pm]
Lynda Moss
*quietly sets down a small suitcase*
*takes a deep breath and walks into Arthur's study*

Arthur, darling?

I'm leaving.
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Letter [Nov. 17th, 2007|01:11 am]
Lynda Moss
*sits at her writing desk*
*writes*

Dear Arthur,

I am leaving you. Please don't be unhappy; it's really for the best. I don't think I can stand watching you grow old and die while I just go on and on. I'm going to try to find a way to get rid of this immortality, and if I can I'll come back, but please don't wait too long. Find some normal girl you can have a normal life with.

Love,
Lynda


*reads over it several times, nodding*
*folds it up carefully*

*throws it in the fire and watches it burn*
*sighs and puts her elbow on the desk, rubbing her forehead*
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(no subject) [May. 27th, 2007|09:51 am]
Lynda Moss
Had dream Arthur was a schoolteacher. Also institutional cruelty, racism, snogging of some blonde nurse. Martha was there too.

Very distressing. Think am finally getting the hang of monogamy.
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(no subject) [May. 7th, 2007|09:40 pm]
Lynda Moss
*goes back to Australia after telling Ianto the news*

*falls onto the parlor sofa and weeps*

*wipes her eyes*

*goes up to bed*
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Postcard from India [Apr. 16th, 2007|06:24 pm]
Lynda Moss
Dear everyone,

Arthur and I are having a lovely time. It was slow going for a while; the heat is so oppressive we could barely force ourselves to go outside at first!

The jungles here are stunning, if somewhat mosquito-infested. So far we haven't yet managed to get photography equipment and wildlife coordinated sufficiently to actually photograph a tiger, but we have seen several from a safe distance. I keep trying to convince Arthur that a more modern camera would make picture-taking so much easier, but he will do it the hard way.

I'm sure it's been terribly dull over there, as we haven't heard from any of you. We plan to stay another month at least; the soldiers are so pleasant and we've both become quite fond of the obligatory gin-and-tonics.

Love to all,

Lynda (with a Y) Gate
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(no subject) [Mar. 1st, 2007|12:35 pm]
Lynda Moss
*sits in the bedroom trying very hard not to cry*

Why did I say that? Why didn't I leave before I got so angry?

*throws herself across the bed, face down, with a sob*
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*is babysitting Dafydd* [Feb. 22nd, 2007|12:12 pm]
Lynda Moss
*sits next to the bassinet, letting the baby grab her index finger*

*sighs*

You're the fourth of the Doctor's children that's shown up round here. Of course, Pfred was already grown. And you won't get to meet Fred, poor thing. But still, with the oodbabies, and Bellino's little one on the way, we're positively drowning in babies. Maybe that's why I haven't been able to -

*rests her head against the rim of the bassinet and looks at Dafydd fondly*

Oh, why do you have to be so gorgeous, sweetheart?
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(no subject) [Feb. 7th, 2007|09:20 am]
Lynda Moss
Congratulations, Ianto and Penelope!

I brought a casserole.
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*sits at her desk and writes* [Jan. 25th, 2007|01:42 pm]
Lynda Moss
Dear Ood,

I wasn't able to catch Jimmy, but he said he might be going to Wackyland. Do you know where that is? Maybe I can find him or write to him there. I really need to get that note back from him; I feel uneasy knowing it's out there. If you see him, could you please let him know I want it back?

I hope your head is feeling better. Did you ever catch up with Jack? And just out of curiosity, what did you want to talk to him about, regarding the children? Perhaps I should be


*knocks over her inkwell accidentally and soaks the letter*

Oh, no. What a mess.

*runs to get a cloth*
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After Death [Jan. 23rd, 2007|08:37 pm]
Lynda Moss
*walks back to the house with Lonely Ood, helping him carry back the variety of reviving equipment he brought out*

...Ood? You said earlier you felt something. And you had an icepack on your head...?
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