WHO: The Doctor, Any and all members of Torchwood, The Joker (if he shows), open to anyone else WHERE: The coffee shop on the main street WHAT: The Doctor meets the scary clown. Maybe. If he shows up. WHEN: Half past the current hour the conversation took place RATED: Unknown PG-13 to be safe STATUS: OPEN
The Doctor strolled up the street, curious to see what sort of town this place truly was at it's core. If one man was responsible for it all, then it was an astral projection of sorts and really shouldn't be all that stable if he were to suddenly... jump! Which he did, high in the air- thighs to chest sort of jump the way one does when they are five and there is a big wet puddle beneath them. The ground didn't move or even faulter. He walked a few more steps before swinging his arm into the brick wall. Nothing but the slight tinge of wall-meets-arm pain. It was too good to be a human astral projection. He could be infected with alien, disease, or better yet a shape shifter... At least it wasn't slaveen- they couldn't possibly harness this sort of energy to create this. Granted, there was a whole book of sorts who could, but he had little desire to guess on any of it before meeting the creature/man. After a few more steps he stopped; standing just short of a glass window. After a moment he leapt in front of it with a stupid face, curious to see how fast the reflection would match his own. By his mental calculation it was just about on par with the speed of light and had no ill effects or lag. Possibility of it all being a computer program were still possible, but he had his doubts. Finally he approached the cafe and slipped inside, happy to hear the little welcoming dingle of a bell behind him.
He casually strolled up to the barista and hemmed and hawed over what drink to buy before finally settling on a nice Earl Grey tea. Upon asking for money to buy the said tea, the Doctor brought out his psychic papers badge and flashed that he was the district manager of the tea inspection agency and that tea sampling was free of charge. The confused barista looked at the badge, then nodded, giving him the tea.
"Oh, and sorry- one madeleine, please." He said with a toothy grin. The barista sighed, and put a cookie on the saucer. "Lovely, thank you very much- you're already going to get a good grade in my books!" He said as he strolled over to a table with a few empty chairs- in case the clown appeared with any more circus members. He half mused on if an actual clown would appear. It was sort of exciting really- he hadn't gone to the circle in centuries! He couldn't help but smile at the thought.