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[Sveta's back, friends! She's on the deck, dressed as if going to a ceremony. A long white dress whispers around her ankles and her hair falls loose around her face. She looks as if she had been crying once, but has since brushed it off, revealing only a few faint splotches of red around her eyes. She sets the camera down and takes a deep breath.]

Destiny. We're all supposed to have one, yes? We're all supposed to follow it. But I never knew you could change it.

[She holds up her hands to show them. They're covered in a faint white dust which she brushes off quickly, creating a small cloud.]

Chalkdust. [She gives the camera a very serious look.] It might as well be bloodstains. [She reaches into a small purse and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it quickly. Yeah. Sveta smokes. Enjoy that.]

Fuck them. I'm not going back.

[Private to Ardent]

I can erase Destiny. They asked me to erase the Destiny of a young boy.

[Private to Howie]

I'm back. [A soft laugh.] Obviously. He didn't stop me.

[Filtered to Friends]

Give me tonight. Then tomorrow, get me drunk. Or something.

[[OOC: So. Apologies for the Sveta spam again. BUT...Sveta's had a canon update, yay! The details of that will come later! For now, she's just a little freaked out. Also, feel free to spam if you want. She'll be up on deck for a while.]

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[When Martha went under, Sveta stood up and walked over to get her towel. She didn't leave, but she didn't much feel like swimming any longer.]

[Martha blinked with surprised when she needed to look for Sveta, and then she swam over to the wall, crossing her arms and leaning on it. She just watches her friend in a very worried fashion.]

Is there anything I can do, Sveta?

No, Martha, it's alright. [She sat down by the edge of the pool again.]

[She wanted to argue, because she knew it wasn't all right, but she was also rather good at being a distraction.]

Did I ever tell you about the time I met Shakespeare?

No. [She tilted her head to the side.]

At least, I don't think so. What was he like?

He was like... Mick Jagger, really. The Doctor had taken me back to thank me for saving his life, and it was our first proper adventure. I was worried, 'cause not exactly white, really and I know that well.. slavery. But the Doctor told me I'd be safe [She looked at Sveta with a grin at that, because they both knew the Doctor.] and I was young and naive and trusted him. [Her words were fond and joking and spoken with a smile.]

So he takes me to the Globe, and we stand and watch Love's Labour's Lost and then at the curtain call, I start making a chant for author right? 'Course I've got no idea if they did it, but once I'd done it, a bunch of other people do it do and out comes William Shakespeare, all blowing kissing and punching the air and kicking out at it.

[She giggled softly, nodding at the look she gave her about the Doctor.] That's great, Martha.

I'm glad that you were able to see that!

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