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George Lass aka Millie Hager ([info]notgivingashit) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-09 03:34:00

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Entry tags:complete, day 31, george lass, the doctor

Who: George Lass and OTA
What: George is sitting on the couch, looking ahead at nothing in particular, mainly musing, quite bored.
When: Day 31, afternoon
Where: Sitting Room
Status: In progress
Rating: PG just in case


George supposed she should do something. Start doing something, finding something she liked and run with it. But of course, being George, it was much easier to just sit around procrastinating and thinking about doing something.
So there she was, sitting on the couch, looking at nothing in particular, in silence. Just thinking about - again - nothing in particular. It was so easy to get bored for her, she was getting bored of that, too.
However, apart from slowly rocking back and forth with her elbows on her knees and her hands supporting her head, she wasn't even moving right now.
Tired of the position, she laid down on the couch instead. Big, comfortable couch. Too bad she wasn't even sleepy enough for a nap. Instead, she looked up at the ceiling, sighing.


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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-08 10:44 pm UTC (link)
Book in one hand. Nose shoved in the book. Yet, still walking. Still thud-thumping his trainers on the hard wood flooring, he caught sight of a couch from behind. A couch which appeared unoccupied. A couch which would be the perfect place for him to read his Agatha Cristie novel in peace.

Taking a sip out of his oversized mug, his attention never leaving the book he sidled up to the couch and slid over the back, intending to land on soft and cushy cushions, and landing on George instead.

"Omph!" Went the Time Lord as he hopped for his life.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-09 08:20 am UTC (link)
"WHAT THE HELL!" George yelled as she felt a weight over her chest, however brief it had been. She jumped upright, bewildered, and looked at none other than the skinny guy.

"Really?!" She asked, visibly annoyed at his lack of attention. A person usually checks a place before sitting on it, couches included, George thought. Something hurt, and she wasn't sure what, exactly. Maybe her arm, or her chest - the guy was skinny but now weightless and all those bones didn't help at all.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-09 04:59 pm UTC (link)
He heard a cursing girl that caused him to sort of stammer a bit.

"Er... Uhm... Sorry..." He slapped the book shut with a look of rather blatant apology on his face.

"Well, it really happened, my sitting on you if that's what you're asking..." What was she asking, anyway?

"Didn't see you from the other side of the couch back, you see," he sort of hopped back and forth a little on the balls of his feet, not quite sure if he ought to bother trying to sit down elsewhere or not.

"You didn't pinch or hurt anything, did you?" He knew he was skinny, that didn't mean he ought to go sitting on people for his own amusement.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-10 12:32 pm UTC (link)
George looked at him frowning deeply, still not entirely convinced she wouldn't punch him in the face. But the guy had apologized, and he looked sorry. Maybe she wouldn't hit him. Much.

"I know, I was here..." George mumbled, rolling her eyes. Was he that dumb? Andy had talked about how smart he was and all, but she wasn't seeing it. In the meantime, she felt for her arm, and her chest, and though obviously it did still hurt a little, it didn't seem serious.

"No, but if you ever do that again, you will." She told him, not frowning, not mad, but still pretty serious. "I take it you'd like a seat..." George said, half-asking, motioning for the free couch space she had been occupying. Sure, having the skinny guy sitting beside her after almost crushing her bones with his wasn't her idea of a good idea, but it was a public place and he seemed to like the couch, otherwise he'd have sat on one of the arm chairs.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-10 04:57 pm UTC (link)
She seemed impatient. The Doctor was sort of used to the type - so he took the attitude in stride.

Plopping into the offered seat the Doctor considered sticking his nose right back where it was in the book; but, taking a second to think he realized that it would be far more interesting to actually hold a conversation with someone. So, setting the book aside he stretched his legs out in front of him and made move to get comfortable on the cushion deemed his own.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way," he said with a grin, "I don't normally make habit of sitting on people, I feel I should point out."

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-12 05:25 am UTC (link)
He'd actually done it, he had sat beside her. George sighed impatiently, still on the edge of the couch, thinking he'd just go back to his stupid book and leave her alone to try and figure out whether her arm was alright or not.

But he didn't continue reading. He actually grinned, and stroke up a conversation. Sighing again, George felt hard not to comply.

He had said he was the Doctor. Not just a doctor, no, The Doctor. Either he was cocky, or where he came from he was the only one with a medical degree. George supposed it was possible.

"George Lass. And what's with the choice of pronoun?" She smirked as he pointed out how he didn't usually sit on people. "That's good, keeps a lot of lawsuits at bay."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-14 12:25 am UTC (link)
"Oh, it's my name. Sure, 'doctor' is usually just a pronoun; then again, aren't all names pronouns? I think it's fitting. I mean, I go around saving things and fixing things and helping things. So, just the Doctor, fits, don't you think?" The Doctor's ramble meter hit full load and he stopped, clamping his mouth shut with a grin. It was a moment where he was sort of aware that the only way to keep from talking for a moment was to do something else like eat or drink; so, up went his mug and he took a nice long drink of his coffee.

"Lawsuits? Oh, I have something like 588 charges hanging out there. Most for overdue library books. That and a couple of cases of genocide..." His face looked sour there for a moment. "Not to mention inciting galactic war - well, it was all unintentional, I assure you, and we're still around, right?" He grinned and took another drink from the cup as the liquid was starting to cool off immensely.

"Coffee's not half bad here, you know?"

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-14 07:37 am UTC (link)
George swallowed hard a couple of times as she listened to the Doctor rambling faster than anyone she knew. That took some skill.

"Um... Sure. It fits." She answered, but she didn't think he'd listened, because he was already talking again. However, what he said next didn't make George swallow hard, it made her eyes widen so much it looked like they would pop out. Genocide? War? Who on earth would cause a war and murder a lot of people accidentally? Was it even possible, or was he a rambly psychopath?

"I... Um... I think I should go..." George mumbled, visibly disturbed, but didn't move. She was, even, a little bit scared. And Andy had said he was so nice. Maybe the Doctor hadn't mentioned the genocide and war inciting charges to him yet.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-14 04:00 pm UTC (link)
The girl, George, didn't move. Well, she said she ought to be going; but, she didn't budge - which came as a bit of a surprise to the Doctor. Usually when people abruptly said they had to go they went.

"Well, the world I'm from there are a couple of different species who dedicate themselves to taking over other worlds, or all of time, or all of space -- you get the picture. I didn't really have any choice really but to pack some of them off where they couldn't hurt anyone anymore..." He said that like he was reciting the recipe for apple pie.

"What do you do back where you're from?" He couldn't rightfully tell from the look of her - she could be a maniac or a business woman, it was hard to say.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-14 04:05 pm UTC (link)
So, he was from another "world". Nothing came as a surprise to George anymore, in that place, so it wasn't exactly unbelievable.

"Uh-huh. So you're not from Earth?" She had to ask. Or maybe he was from Earth, but another time, where bad guys tried to take over entire planets, time and space. If it was happening in the 21st century, it had to be very well hidden, because she had no recollection of such a thing, and didn't know anyone who did.

"It's complicated." She said simply. Well, it was! "I...provide a service."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-14 04:20 pm UTC (link)
"From earth?" He mulled the question over, like he did every time it sort of cropped up. She seemed relatively trustworthy. "Not exactly, well the planet took me from earth, so I guess that's technically true. Beyond that, I don't think I'm from the same earth as you - I'm banking on us all coming from parallel earths. Same planet, different portions of time and space. Usually they're sealed off; but, it seems like the planet has worked around that fairly neatly," he took another sip from his suddenly warm, full cup. Sometimes it was nice to be a prisioner here.

"A service? Like a maid service?"

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-14 04:54 pm UTC (link)
George listened carefully to everything the Doctor said, nodding, but still a bit confused. This wasn't the kind of thing she'd ever been interested in, but he seemed to know what he was talking about. He sounded intelligent.

"I've heard of that kind of thing, but I never thought it was possible..." She said, kind of amazed. Then, she sniggered. "No, nothing like a maid."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-14 05:02 pm UTC (link)
"There are all sorts of things people think aren't possible that are," The phrase could have come out sort of condescending; but, his tone made up for any loss in translation. He sort of said it like he expected things he thought were impossible to be possible. A wicked sort of adventure settled in the Doctor's bones - and it was hard not to let some of it seep out from time to time.

"So not like a maid service... How about like a delivery service? Things like singing telegrams? You know, I've always wanted to get one of those - though, I'd imagine it'd be hard for someone to send me one with the amount of traveling I do..."

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-14 05:19 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, I know. I'm in one of those things." She said, pointing all around them.

George mused about her "service" a bit before answering. "Well, sort of a delivery, though I don't make it, I just prepare people for it. Mostly, I take stuff away..." She babbled with mild incoherence. "But I think you're right, if you travel that much delivering anything to you might be difficult." She wasn't even trying to make sense anymore.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-15 07:06 pm UTC (link)
The Time Lord shrugged a little when she pointed out the obvious. Sure, this was one of those things - but if one only thought of this thing, they'd think all the impossible things were bad, wouldn't they?

"You make it sound like you're running a takeaway shop, maybe chinese... I miss chinese food - real chinese food. It kind of loses something when it just appears in front of you - even if it tastes just as you'd like. I sort of miss the deliverers..."

Setting the coffee cup on the table beside, he hunkered down into the couch. "I thought you said you should be going?" He asked, canting his head a little as he paid her more attention.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-15 07:12 pm UTC (link)
"Not...Not that, no." George laughed a little at his assumption. "Well I guess if you wish enough, you'll get Chinese take-way and a Chinese take-away delivery guy." She smiled.

Then, she frowned. "Well, aren't you polite? If I'm cramping your style, I'm not apologizing. I was here before, and you did sit on me. Plus, I was going in case you were a mass-murderer, with all that talk about genocide. But it looks as though you're not."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-15 07:21 pm UTC (link)
"It still just wouldn't be the same. They wouldn't be in the middle of London, cooking with imported curries from their grandmother's recipe and something tell's me my translation circuitry would actually work with them and they'd just be only a glimpse as to what I really want," which as he really thought about it was just a bit of the closest thing to a 'home' he could think of.

"Well, I didn't want you to think you had to stay or anything..." The Doctor rapidly tried to back pedal, "I'm just used to people saying they have to go and then doing so," he said with a shrug, obviously not reading anything into it.

"Mass murderer?" He mulled over the thought and figured it was technically true, a look akin to sadness swept across his brow and down his cheeks as he momentarily pushed the thought away by fiddling with his book.

"Did you know Jack the Ripper was a short, albeit fairly good looking man? I s'pose that's why no one suspected him," he rattled this off thoughtlessly, of course.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-15 07:29 pm UTC (link)
George shrugged. "It's the best we can get here. Carbon copies of what we had back home." It was sad, now she thought about it, but not as sad as being alone there, which the Doctor wasn't - he had his blonde friend. Trying not to feel sorry for herself, she sighed deeply. "Of course you are, people usually do that. But things are anything but usual in this place, right?"

She noticed the Doctor's face being invaded by sadness, and almost regretted mentioning mass murder. Obviously he had a dark past.

"I...didn't. But it doesn't surprise me." George said, unable to help but feeling a little uncomfortable by the topic of conversation. "...Why Jack the Ripper?"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-16 06:01 pm UTC (link)
"Well they're just one hair to the right of usual," he said, reclaiming the coffee cup again.

"Well, you said it looks like I'm not a mass-murderer, and it's not saying that I ama mass murderer, but nobody thought ol' Jack was a mass murderer, either," His brain ticked a little slowly here, "Or Lizzie Borden, though, I happen to know for a fact that it was a case of a mis-programmed android that caused that catastrophe..."

Setting his book on the table and now almost holding on to the cup as he thought he looked over the brim fuzzy eyed at George, "That's the funny thing about judging books by their covers... At first glance of the cover of this planet I'd think it was a pretty nice place to wind up - aside from being unable to leave, that is."

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-18 07:57 am UTC (link)
George sighed impatiently and rolled her eyes. "I didn't base my judgement on your allegged good looks, Doctor. I meant that I stuck arount and listened to what you had to say, and it seems like I was wrong. Saying that you don't look like a mass murderer is a manner of speaking, because I'm pretty sure looks have nothing to do with it!"

George felt like having some hot cocoa. She was cold and uncomfortable, and something sweet and warm would really do the trick. Obviously, she thought about it hard enough that a mug materialized right next to the Doctor's book, fuming and smelling great. With a smile, she picked it up.

"I know it sucks not being able to leave, and everybody has a theory about why that might be, but I'm pretty sure it could be much worse."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-20 09:45 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor kind of snorted there, a very uncharacteristic mannerism for him. He set down his coffee cup and turned to rather openly appraise George. She was listening, wasn't she. He felt a twinge of guilt there, realizing he'd made a rather rude, incorrect assumption about the girl.

He watched as she took up the cup of cocoa, and the Doctor found himself wondering what he had to do to get a nice, rich cup of cocoa himself - with whipped cream and sprinkles and a cherry and a little cookie. With a blink his wish was granted, his cup smelt rich of chocolate and a cookie perched on a saucer on the edge of the sofa, just in the periphery of his vision. He had such affection for the planet despite it's misguided choice of imprisonment.

"You think it could be worse? How so?"

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-22 12:44 pm UTC (link)
George frowned in thought for a moment. "Well...We could be stuck in a place where we'd be tortured, for instance. People could generally suck, too. I don't know. I think there are a lot of ways in which this planet could suck much more than it does."

She noticed the elaborate drink and cookie that materialized on the table, and smirked.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-23 05:02 pm UTC (link)
"It is sort of like torture being stuck here," the Timelord mumbled into his cocoa.

"Though, the people are generally quite nice. Couldn't imagine being stuck here without some of them, actually," he was thinking of Jack and Rose, and Sarah Jane. There was Andy, too. Kibeth, perhaps. Even the mysterious L had an endearing quality to him.

"You can't even fault the planet for it's food - even if it's not quite exactly what I imagine, it's usually pretty close," he stuck a finger into the whipped cream and shoved the dallop into his mouth.

"So, you travel at all before you wound up here?"

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-23 06:56 pm UTC (link)
"I guess..." George muttered, also into her mug. She nodded at the Doctor's comment about nice people on the planet. God knew it was true.

"I...didn't have much time to do that. I imagine you travelled a lot?"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-26 07:43 pm UTC (link)
"You seem too young not to be having time for something," he scrunched his nose a bit, taking up the cooking and delightedly munching away.

"Been traveling since I could first get myself into a ship," he said thinking fondly of the days at the academy and all the wistful daydreams he had back then.

"Been lucky, though, I've never had to work in an office - though, I've wondered what it must be like to have that sort of life - you know, a dependable life..."

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-02-27 09:19 am UTC (link)
George snorted. It wasn't so much not having time as it was not giving a crap about seeing other places. She always thought she'd have time later. How wrong she was. George wondered briefly if Reapers ever took time off, even though Rube had done it, once, but Rube was the boss and that's not what she meant. If a reaper took time off, what happened? Would their reaps go to someone else? Surely people wouldn't stop dying on their given time just because of that...

She nodded as she listened to much of what the Doctor was saying, right after her very own inner monologue.

"Well, I can tell you it fucking sucks." George said blatantly, shrugging and with a grimace on her lips. It did, it sucked ass working at Happy Time, and judging by her mother's usual mood, it didn't suck just for her.

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