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Marcus (marcus_cole) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-10 07:03:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 2, ichinomiya jun, marcus cole, the doctor, tsukasa doumyouji

WHO: Marcus and open to anyone without a thread for Day 2
WHAT: Meeting some fellow ~~inmates~~ inhabitants over breakfast
WHEN: Day 2, morning
WHERE: Restaurant
STATUS: Complete
RATING: PG for now

Marcus awoke in an unfamiliar room. Unlike the day before, the walls were no longer plain white, but were shining grey marble. Elaborate steel fixtures held many candles to light the space, and ornate draperies hung artistically. His bed was firm, but much wider than he'd remembered, and he now slept under a luxurious comforter. Since joining the Rangers, he'd had to sleep in some very spare arrangements. His cell had been small and bare, and on missions he'd even had to sleep on the ground sometimes. He had never slept in luxury like this, and he could have sworn he no longer felt the desire to. Nevertheless, from what Tonks had told him the day before, this was still his own room, now shaped to his subconscious whims. Where the hell had it got this concept?

Sitting up, he swung his legs over onto the floor and was delighted to find that everything he wanted immediately was in easy reach. Marcus slipped into a pair of shoes, and tossed a black tunic over his body. He made his way to the formerly simple bathroom for his usual purposes. Not nearly as astonished as before, he found that the sink was now far larger than could possibly be practical, and the tiny shower had been replaced by an elaborate jacuzzi/waterfall combination. He had to admit, he liked the ferns, but couldn't imagine taking a bath in the mini-pool.

After he emerged from the bathroom, Marcus got himself fully dressed and headed down to the restaurant for breakfast. He'd felt no ill effects from the food he'd eaten yesterday, and was determined to be more adventurous this time. What could he order that they couldn't possibly have? Making his way across the courtyard, Marcus could see that he wasn't the only person with an interest in breakfast. He wondered about his fellow prisoners, and decided to meet more of them. Finding a table with a couple of other people already seated at it, he took a seat.

"Good morning, everyone. Enjoying our breakfasts? My name's Marcus. I only arrived yesterday. How about you?"

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the_almighty_me
2008-06-20 03:45 pm UTC (link)

Doumyouji listened to the conversation with a vague sense of interest; it was vague only, of course, because it was one he was unable to join in with, and also because a vast majority of it was succeeding in completely going over his head. He had wondered, like the Doctor, as to why there was such a range in the people brought here; originally - or more accurately, on first arrival - he had expected he had been taken simply because of who he was and what he was heir to. Upon reading the plaque and his current, although admittedly slow acceptance of actually, no, he hadn't been kidnapped by anyone that would care who he was, he had thought little about the subject. It didn't, as far as he was concerned, matter a great deal. All that mattered was that he was here and there was, for the time being, apparently nothing he could do about it. The two facts combined had resulted in a rather grumpy Tsukasa Doumyouji.

As Jun started to list other arrivals, he frowned slightly, attempting to take the information in. As far as he could tell there were no similarities (for example, he and Ayla were about as opposite as one could get feasibly get, as far as he was could tell, but then again, he hadn't met many others). Therefore, although Marcus had directed the question at Jun, as per usual, as the situation was not formal, nor was there anything particularly resting on his actions, he spoke anyway, figuring Jun could offer his opinion if he wanted to. "It doesn't sound like there's many similarities between any of those other people, so there probably isn't any that links us". He paused, before adding bitterly. "It's just taking people".

As the topic of a - the? - TARDIS was broached, however, Doumyouji once again returned his attention to his fruit. A ship that travelled through space and time? He'd have scoffed at the idea if he currently wasn't sitting at a table at which he'd been served by golems and hadn't been greeted by a (supposed) cavewoman the day before. At Marcus's question, though, Doumyouji glanced up quickly from his fruit, eye flickering towards the Doctor with a mixture of hope and an array of other emotions. If it was that guys fault, he was going to make sure he fixed it, and then probably hit him. A lot.

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