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Ted "Theodore" Logan (wyld_stallyn) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-06-20 19:55:00

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day 1: reboot, location: hardware store, ted logan, the doctor (ten)

Who: Ted Logan [Open if people want to!]
Where: The Hardware Store
When: Day One, later morning
What: Ted wakes up in ~~Hell~~ Vas. Again.

Life was good. No. It was better than good. It was awesome. The Wyld Stallyns had won the Battle of the Bands, the Babes totally loved him and Bill, and they had seen the future thanks to the phone booth. Air pollution was going to go way down, the happiness level of people were going way up, and the most triumphant water park Waterloo had just announced that they were going to add another awesome waterslide to their collection.

Life was good.

The only weird thing about knowing the future though was that you still had to live it. Not that Ted minded! Just..it's funny. Stuff was funny. Like the whole dying and going to hell business. Once he was pulled out of hell, though how that happened he couldn't remember, he had told Bill about his misadventures with the others. Dan from the past, the kids who had been there and then grew up, the zombies. Dude. The zombies. Bill had been most disappointed that he didn't get to go all Bruce Campbell on some heinous dead dudes. All he had was a version with his gross grandmother trying to kiss him all the time. Then there was the whole meeting Death, Station, God, life..you know, normal things.

Oh, who was he kidding? Ted's life hadn't really been normal for some two or three years. And, you know, being saviour of the world and stuff wasn't exactly going to make it normal anytime soon. Good thing Ted didn't let it get to him.

The weirdness that had coloured his life was probably why he took the following events with stride. Ted woke up curled next to a pile of hammers instead of the Princess and sat up, looking around wildly. For a minute, he looked upset. He moved to get up, knocking into the box that had been prominent in his first stint in hell. Ted picked it up, staring at it blankly. The box was open, tictacs still making him smile and the journal shaken while he stuck the pencil behind his ear. The key though. He didn't remember that from the first time.

"I have got to stop dying, dude." Ted muttered to himself as he picked up his things (and a hammer, just in case). Shaking his head, he looked around for anyone else. No one was to be found this time. Sad! Well. Good. But sad! "Huh." Outside he went, sitting on the stoop. That was when he busted open the journal and got to writing.

"At least I totally got it down this time!" Ted grinned, finding something a little comforting in that. If there was one thing that time travel had taught him, it was that things always made more sense the second time around.

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fromgallifrey
2010-06-23 12:13 am UTC (link)

The Doctor wasn't satisfied that this man understood - and he certainly hadn't had time explained for what it was - not a line but more of an ever changing, rolling, mashable ball that wound in and out of itself and sort of ate its own tail at bits but generally just sat. Right. Not a line. The Time Lord was fairly certain after only a handful of rounds to the conversation that he wouldn't be successful in explaining, so he just let it go.

"Just don't do it anymore." Stern. Warning.

Walking up to the window the thin brunette started tapping on the glass. It reverberated funny - like the air around it wasn't letting it flex and vibrate properly.

"How long ago were you last here?" Brown eyes trickled over to the mop haired man.

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wyld_stallyn
2010-06-23 12:58 am UTC (link)

Well, wait a minute. Ted was contemplating now. A surprise, for sure (even to him when he would think about it!) but contemplating all the same. "Kinda hard to not do it when I totally already did!" The Doctor did say anymore, he knew, but still. It wouldn't be something that stopped, would it? The senior-year Ted would always need help with his History paper, Rufus would always come, Ted would always forget to wind his watch..

Sudden movements had and he was crouching down, unlacing his hightop Converse. Wasn't that difficult, considering that he preferred them loose and the tongue sticking out. So he pulled out the shoelace and was holding it in a straight line. Ted was frowning, because if things were a line there couldn't be multiple him's and Bill's. But then he got the idea to make it a circle..still didn't..then he got the idea to fold pieces together. And grinned widely. "Sha! Time is most wrinkly." Huh. There might have been more philosophizing, something about rivers and never stepping in the same one..or always stepping in the same one..but Ted's fickle attention was caught by the tapping.

"The glass is most unusual. Doesn't sound right!" He was a musician. Mostly. Then he was playing with his shoelace and thinking on the question. "Six months!"

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fromgallifrey
2010-06-24 03:05 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor's brow quirked in an angular fashion indicating thoughtfulness, speculation and above all a waning sort of patience. It wasn't you, Ted, it was this place. It was the fact he didn't understand why the glass wasn't reverberating properly.

The Doctor watched as the brunette crouched down, toying with his shoelaces. "Wrinkly, jumbled, and twined." He concurred. "Nice shoes." There was a smile to go with that and a hand. "Come on, we need to figure out why the air isn't circulating properly."

It was that simple, Ted, come along or he'd be off searching on his own. "Have you seen a blonde floating around anywhere? Penchant for trouble at times.. Fantastic smile? Goes by Rose?" He was already moving toward the end of the block. Keep up, Ted!

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wyld_stallyn
2010-06-24 04:29 pm UTC (link)

"Are we totally in one of those bio bubbles?" Just throwing out ideas even as he took the offered hand and stood up straight again. At first, Ted was following at his normal and leisurely pace. But the intense Doctor (who reminded him a little of Napoleon..if the dead French dude was taller..and English) was walking much more quickly.

That meant he had to pick up the pace! Catching up wasn't too difficult, but he put on his thinking face about this babe named Rose. "I have not, Doctor Dude. I do remember her name from last time!" But she was one of the people he hadn't met, if he remembered right. Which bothered him briefly. "Why do you think some people remember the first time we were here and some do not?"

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