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  1. Rec 5

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    He wasn’t aware that he had seized Stanley by his lapels until he felt the burn of the wool against his knuckles. He had pitched across the distance to grasp him, yanking him close to his face. Only barely noting the flash of amused shock which fluttered over the Doctor’s face. Only barely aware of a hint of a smile.
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    A...spicier...extended scene to Goodsir and Stanley's discussion about the cans in ep6 'A Mercy'.

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    25 Mar 2021

  2. Rec 2

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    An esurient smile spread over that handsomely drunken face.

    Stanley knew that look all too well. He felt his stomach turn over hotly. He could have bet money that things would come to this. Things often ended this way whenever they were both alone in a room together.

     

    Or: Mcdonald knows exactly how to make Stanley tick...and climb on top of him.

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    12 Mar 2021

  3. Rec 2

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    Just a stupid dream Harry, a fanciful thing. Not real.

    David Young had just been hallucinating, as Dr. Stanley had put it. Nothing more.

    So why did his dream, his vision, seem so strangely connected to that somehow? Flashes of vast ice, the sound of flesh ripping – a repulsively wet and mucus filled sound - the sound of chewing, of gagging, the smell of chemicals and tin, a tent ceiling, blood on broken glass. All happening at once in a horrid flurry of grotesque sound and sensation in his mind.

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    23 Feb 2021

  4. Rec 3

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    He lifted his eyes just in time to catch Fitzjames’ face seem to rework itself away from worry and pity, where it had fallen to again. Harry watched as he expertly crafted that familiar, commandeering expression as though he had plucked it straight from all the portraits of great navy men. There seemed to be a strange hypnotism his face encouraged, or at least Harry told himself that’s why he was watching it all too closely, drawn in by every movement.
    “Well, I’m certain, Mr. Goodsir, that you will have something for sleep regardless, yes?” his voice had turned warm and inviting and Harry watched, almost in a sort of awed horror, as his eyes softened into a smile.
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    Harry Goodsir is a nervous man at the best of times, but his little brush with Commander Fitzjames has left him on edge in an entirely alien way. A mini slow burn of emotions and another chaste encounter culminates in a booming confrontation. Will the lamb lay down with the wolf?

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    12 Feb 2021