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Tweak says, "What are we, twelve?"

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as before, he found that the sink was now far larger than could possibly be practical, and the tiny shower had been replaced by an elaborate jacuzzi/waterfall combination.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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notginger
2008-06-27 05:42 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor couldn't help but laugh as the size of his ship was brought up; really, the look of amazement on people's faces never ceased to amaze him. Sometimes he wanted to invite random people in to have a look about just to see that look of disbelief, but perhaps that was a little smug of him.

"TARDIS stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space," he said, rather too quickly for the words to hold any particular meaning. "In other words, it's bigger on the inside," he grinned widely. "It's a blue box, says Police Public Call Box along the top. It should sort of stand out in this place, so if you do ever spot it feel free to knock and I'll give you a tour if I'm about," he said warmly. "And I'll likely call on your lifting services, Jun, because as you can see I'm a bit scrawny to be doing massive repairs on my own!" he laughed.

"Yeah, it was good to meet you all, too." And it really was. The more they could network and work together, the more likely it was to have a happy conclusion. He raised his eyebrows as Doumyouji made a hasty exit, giving him a sort of sarcastic salute of farewell as he left without a word. "Right-o. Time to do a bit of exploring, I think!" he grinned, preparing to leave as well.

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