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Vas Captio Mods ([info]vas_captio_mod) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-12 20:07:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 18, location: theatre, open, remy lebeau, the doctor (nine), the management

Management Thread; 6:00PM, Theatre
Who: The Management and OTA
What: Survey collection and funtimes
Where: Theatre
When: 6:00 PM
Rating: Well, that would depend on who shows up
Status: OPEN.

Bits and pieces of Management floated in the air until they coagulated into a human form, sitting in a contemplative manner in one of the chairs inside the theatre. The air was very still in the empty building save for the bits of Management, and the lights were dimmed. It was raining harder still as the form became complete, and the shape was unmistakeably human. Management arose from his chair and dusted himself off. He righted his suit as was his habit, and marched out into the rain.

He certainly wasn't pleased he had to go about and do this again, but he had such a wonderful experience the first time, he figured why not? All bad blood aside, he was eager to meet more of the guests. The rain stopped as soon as Management stepped out, but it continued raining harshly all around the theatre. He fixed his glasses.

Don't keep Management waiting, kiddies. It's bad manners.



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[info]so_impressive
2009-08-13 03:14 am UTC (link)
He wouldn't have to wait at all. Because once he got outside of the theater, he'd find the Doctor standing on the steps, journal in hand, blue eyes locked onto the man in the suit. Really, what was with the suits? Everyone was in suits. He didn't see the appeal, he liked being comfortable in his jumper, slacks, and jacket.

But that wasn't what was important right now, this man standing at the top of the steps was important, and the Time Lord was climbing the rest of the stairs and extending his journal out silently. You see that look he was giving you? That look was reserved for Daleks and.. okay, that look was reserved for anyone who got the Doctor cross. And you certainly had gotten him cross.

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[info]teh_management
2009-08-13 03:55 am UTC (link)
His eyes drifted to the man waiting on the steps and he strained to put a smile on his face. It wasn't the most pleasant of features, but Management wasn't in the most pleasant of moods either, considering he'd been attack only hours previous to this. At least he seemed to be in less violent company.

Management took the look in stride and his features became more amiable as he basked in the bad vibes the Doctor was sending him. He liked his job. He liked his job, very much, and if was nothing but a service to see guests so actively involved in their little experiment. Management took the journal without preamble, and carefully ripped the survey out. He folded it neatly and placed it in his jacket pocket.

He was grinning now. He handed the journal over, his shades guarding his expression, "Thank you for your cooperation, Doctor."

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[info]so_impressive
2009-08-13 04:11 am UTC (link)
Instead of responding, the Doctor simply took his journal back, pushed it into the wide pocket of his leather jacket, then turned to walk down the steps. There was no reason to try and talk sense into this man, no reason to give him a second chance, let alone a first one. No, they'd been given plenty of chances the Doctor was done. And now they only had to be concerned about his wrath. And they should be concerned.

He made it all the way down the steps without a single glance back, and was headed off towards the gas station. He had work to get done.

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[info]teh_management
2009-08-13 04:26 am UTC (link)
Well that man had been no fun. Management shrugged before slipping his hands into his pockets and kept his eyes out for any other guests. He had a lot of surveys to collect. Hopefully they'd get here before his time was up.

He hummed a tune.

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