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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-10 12:07:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 26, location: church, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: The Doctor and Gambit
What: Modulator pre-testing
Where: The Church
When: Day 26, 10AM
Rating: Likely PG

The modulator was mostly done. Cannibalized batteries had been linked together in a long chain. From the Doctor's best guess he could manage 50 bursts from them if he was lucky, 30 if he wasn't. That was a very limited testing phase, and that fact made the Time Lord very particular in how he tested his new machine. Moving it was a chore - it weighed nearly fifty pounds. Long, round and skinny, the damned thing was cumbersome with wires hanging off it - making it so the Doctor had to be very careful as he shifted it.

"Testing! Testing! In 3 - 2- 1--!" He called. He was alone in the church, but he still felt like he ought to be careful. That he should at least warn anybody in earshot that he could, in theory, blow out their ear drums. His ear drums? Well, that was a chance he was willing to take. Besides, unless the modulator backfired, he was behind the sound pulse and waves didn't typically travel backward.

Pressing down the button the machine propped on the Time Lord's hip began to hum rather dramatically and he looked at it with a concerned expression. He could feel the tube heating up against him. The Doctor winced as the pulse finally went off with a squeal and a boom, it's force shaking the wooden structure in front of him. The frequency, of course, hadn't been set for wood - no, it was for glass. But, at least now he knew the damned thing turned on. Forty-something more tests to go.

The Doctor couldn't help it, he was pleased with himself, and it showed on his expression.

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fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 05:41 pm UTC (link)

"Or, theres two a's, an n, two t's, an s, and i and a c out there and when we all come together we spell fantastic." See, silly body art, perfect for making a joke about/. Time Lord's attention, despite outward appearances had not been off of the Cajun since he'd turned up. No need to sway and flaunt, Remy, you had his mind set on you.

He let his hand be taken up, just for a few moments before squeezing and pulling it back away with a small smile. "No, no need for that," he said quietly. In truth, he was hoping they'd be ready to try and get out soon.

"How's that vampire friend of yours doing with all this sunshine?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 05:46 pm UTC (link)

He'd try and pull away, but as he was pulling back, Remy's hand went with him. No shaking free. Not yet. he was holding on. He wasn't done with you yet, Time Lord. "She ain' doin' ba'.. tol' me 'bou' 'de lil' boy bein' uh werewolf. Ha' guesse', bu' didn' know f' sure 'til I kin'a tricke' her int' tellin' me." Sly Cajun that he was. Con man. Thief. Master thief he reminded himself with a slight smile.

"Y'know.. she ain' go' not pro'ems wit' 'de sunligh'.. an' she gonna live f'ever." Were you following him on this same thought, Doctor? He could live forever, like you. And the way he swayed in again and bumped hips was enough to say that he'd considered it and that he was willing to do it. Was it scary for you, Time Lord? To think he might do that, for you?

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fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 05:54 pm UTC (link)

"Vampires, werewolves, zombies.. What's next, ghosts? Goblins? How about a leprechaun?" The Doctor wasn't shaking the hand off, just letting it follow as the other was so good at doing.

"That's interesting," Time Lord brushed off the comments of no adverse reaction to the sun and the mention of immortality. "Aside from killing people, consuming their blood no less, I'd guess she hasn't got any drawbacks." He sounded sarcastic, and it was unusual to be so blatant about his sarcasm. It hadn't even crossed his mind that was something the Cajun was considering as a lifestyle choice. No, that would be just stupid.

"I should see Rose," he said quietly. John had been sent back to a lukewarm memory. He hadn't talked to anyone else about it. Not even Nine. No, he wanted to talk to Rose and only Rose about his experience following the Satan Pit.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 06:02 pm UTC (link)

"Le's hope 'dere ain' no ghos's. Go' 'nuff o 'dem wit'ou' 'de real kin' flyin' 'roun' here." It wasn't an appealing idea.. there wasn't any telling who could show up for him if they were including the dead. Likely Logan, they liked torturing him with Logan.

When he shot down the idea of living forever so easily, the Cajun sighed some. Okay, maybe he was right, it was sort of silly, wasn't it? But then he was mentioning Rose and the red-head swayed again, an unconscious reaction to the girl's name. Notice him, Doctor. You didn't need to be thinking about her, you needed to be thinking about him.

Always about him.

"Ain' seen her in uh few days?" He questioned at last, keeping that smooth smile on his face. Don't read into it too hard, Doctor.

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fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 06:39 pm UTC (link)

Had the Doctor known that all he had to do was not mention something and suddenly the Cajun would be giving up the thought, he'd have stopped mentioning a lot of things quite a while ago.

"Haven't seen her for a quite a while, not since before.." Before they took him. Had you realized he hadn't hardly even spoke to her since he'd been dropped back here Remy? "Wouldn't want her to think she's done something... Or, that I'm not sorry..." Did Rose Tyler even think about the stupid things he'd done anymore? It'd only been a few days, but in this place days might as well have been months. Things moved so fast and changed. It made for fast and brightly burning relationships and some ills to be forgotten a bit faster than they may have been elsewhere.

Thin-framed man was pushing up to stand, this time he was pulling his hand away. He wanted to talk to Rose. No, he needed to. After it'd been rubbed in his face how stupid he'd been so long ago. He knew how she felt then as clearly as he had in experiencing it all again; yet, he hadn't done anything. Hadn't said anything. He just wanted to apologize to her for that, even if he knew it wouldn't mean anything.

He'd shove his hands into his pockets and give the Cajun the best imitation of a bright smile he could manage. It'd be a few beats before he was leaning forward, pressing a chaste kiss to the Cajun's cheek.

Of course he was thinking about you.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 06:42 pm UTC (link)

He nodded when the Doctor said he had to go talk to her. Of course he did. He may not have spent much time with Rose Tyler, but the red-head knew he spent all of his spare time thinking about her. Of course he did. He loved her. And when that hand was pulled away, Remy was taking back that glove, and moving to pull them both properly onto his hands again, though he paused when the kiss came, and a bit of a wider smile touched his lips.

"Y' ain' gonna gimme cooties y' kiss me on 'de mout'." He reminded, but wouldn't lean in to steal a kiss of his own. No, he'd let the Doctor do that in his own time, proper-like. He didn't want to rush anything and scare him off (or scare himself). "G'wan an' talk wit' her. M' gonna take 'dat cage 'par'. Won' be 'dere when y' ge' back." It was a promise of sorts. He'd take care of you, Time Lord. Anything you needed, if it was within his power, he'd take care of it. You didn't have to worry about things as much anymore, you knew you had him at your back. Right? Right.

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fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 06:56 pm UTC (link)

There wasn't any love lost for those gloves as they were pulled back on and brown eyes just absorbed as the Cajun's hands were taken away again. Of course he didn't make a move to stop the damned glove. No, he'd just watch and the wheels would be turning quite visibly in his head.

"I know," he replied firmly enough, turning away from the Cajun as he mentioned the cage was coming down. "Just don't be surprised when they just put it back up again tomorrow." He looked back to shrug. "We all know how they work by now."

He was walking away again, pausing just a moment at the gate. "See you soon," he'd wave, even. Not even ten feet apart and he waved, leaving that modulator on the ground. Wasn't like he was going to lug it off to go find Rose.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 07:01 pm UTC (link)

"Den I'll jus' take 'de damn t'in' down 'gain t'morrow." He promised with a smile, taking one step after the Time Lord, but then he was pausing at the gate and waving back at him, and the Cajun stopped. Don't follow him. Don't. Stop it-- don't move. Stay.

Good boy. A smile was returned and he lifted a gloved hand to wiggle his fingers in return, and he allowed the Doctor to leave.. then he was bending to pick up that modular and take it back inside. With it set aside safely on the altar, the Cajun was stepping forward to press a bare pointer finger against one of the bars near the top of the cage. He'd cut it apart in sections, bit by bit, and throw them outside. The beds could stay, he'd use the mattresses.

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