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

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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as before, he found that the sink was now far larger than could possibly be practical, and the tiny shower had been replaced by an elaborate jacuzzi/waterfall combination.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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[info]notginger
2008-06-16 08:18 am UTC (link)
The Doctor listened with some interest as Jun described the variety of people present, and his list only confirmed that people were being pulled from different points in time as well as space. The amount of energy that would be required to accomplish such a feat made the mind boggle. “Do you think we’re just being chosen at random?” he asked; if that was the case, it would only be a matter of time before chaos took hold; at least the people who he had met so far seemed accepting of the existence of other planets and beings.

“Yeah, it’s just stuck where we were pulled in. Pretty useful for storage, though. Plus, it technically means I have my home with me, which is nice!” he laughed; that was a great benefit of having a mobile home. He was a little surprised at he great deal of interest his TARDIS was generating, but he supposed it was more the possibility of a lift home than the ship itself. “Oh yeah, that’d be great! It’s… a bit unique as far as transport goes… but then, perhaps I am missing something very simple that you’ll be able to spot,” he suggested. He found it highly unlikely, but at this stage he was going to take all the help he could get.

“It’s a TARDIS. It’s a time and space ship that travels through a vortex, basically!” he tried to explain, but dumbing down the exact mechanics behind his ship was nearly impossible. Everything he said was so matter-of-fact because he didn’t really stop to think that anyone present might not be aware of such methods of traveling. "I'm probably your best shot at getting a ride home. See what I mean about being nice to people, eh?" he teased.

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