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The Doctor ([info]notginger) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-13 17:47:00

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Entry tags:complete, day 7, pheromones, sonya blade, the doctor

Who? The Doctor & Sonya Blade
Where? Outdoors, the meadow near the mountains.
When? Day 7, afternoon.
What? Love-fest!
Rating? PG-13 to be safe.
Status: Complete.



As usual, the Doctor had been working on the TARDIS most of the morning, but had become so frustrated by his lack of progress that he decided to take a scenic route back to the resort to calm himself down before lunch. He was aware that there was actually nothing wrong with the TARDIS; it was the planet that was backwards, not his ship, but he couldn't help but fiddle with it. Doing absolutely nothing about it would drive him even more crazy.

Unfortunately for the Doctor, his scenic route wasn't going to be as relaxing as he had anticipated. As he made his way across the meadows, he started to feel strangely light-headed. At first he shrugged it off with the assumption that he was just hungry, but it started to get worse. His fingertips were tingling as his already acute senses started to become more sensitive. The breeze on his skin made the hair on his arms stand up as the unusual sensation started to spread up his arms. His mouth was going dry with an unexplainable anxiety that was washing over him, accompanied by a slightly queasy feeling in his stomach.

He lifted a hand to his head, stopping for a moment to take a couple of deep breaths; if he hadn't known better he would have said he was slightly aroused and perhaps even lovesick, but... no, that was completely ridiculous. He probably needed some water, food, and a nap, then he'd be right as rain again.



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[info]notginger
2008-07-21 11:55 am UTC (link)
Although he gave another small whimper as she did so, the Doctor was actually quite grateful that she removed his hand from her head before he lost it completely. He wasn't behaving at all like himself, and it was rather disturbing. Her grip seemed to ignite his skin, even though she was only holding onto his wrist, and the very presence of her seemed to be driving him mad with desire.

He nodded emphatically, softly pulling his hand free and deciding it was safest to clasp them together in his lap to avoid further unwanted touching. He'd let himself get too involved with Rose; it was dangerous, he was opening up parts of himself that had been left to gather dust for the past couple of centuries... and now he's unlocked... some sort of sexual deviant? This had been exactly what his people had warned against, and he had laughed at them. Well, he wasn't laughing now.

"Uh... no, no... don't do anything. Just... don't touch me. I don't know. It's you, you're having this effect on me..." he tried to explain, although he was sure it sounded even crazier than his previous comments. "Not that I'm blaming you, I don't usually..." he trailed off, looking down at his clasped hands rather embarrassed by the whole situation.

"It might be better to leave me, actually," he suggested, somehow able to force the words out of his mouth when his body really wanted to suggest she did anything but leave him. He was afraid of himself... he really was afraid of himself! He gave a small groan, gripping his hands together a little more tightly to stop himself from pouncing on her, every muscle in his body going tense as if getting ready to attack. "Go, go... please," he said softly, almost desperately. He needed to be alone. He'd go back to the TARDIS and hide away until he'd calmed down. Apparently he wasn't in control of himself for the time being.

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[info]sharpasablade
2008-07-21 05:32 pm UTC (link)
Sonya opened her mouth to protest when he said it was her. She wasn't doing anything and as far as she was considered this was his problem, not hers. Yet she stopped herself when he continued talking. The Doctor sounds so confused and slightly panicky that Sonya couldn't bring herself to yell at him. When he told her to go, it was an order Sonya decided to follow gladly, without protest.

"Alright Doc, can't say I didn't try to help. I don't know what your problem is but I hope you can figure it out", she replied as she straightened up. Her expression was suspicious as she looked down at the Doctor on the ground but her eyes betrayed a trace of pity. Something was obviously wrong with him. It was just too bad she couldn't do anything to help.

As she started to walk away and head toward the mountains, Sonya glanced back over her shoulder to offer some parting advice. "Maybe you should go inside out of the sun. Might make you feel better". With that she turned around and faced her next problem, the mountains ahead of her.

(OOC: Shall we call that a wrap?)

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