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The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-25 23:07:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, !incomplete, day 05, george lass, location: thrift store, open, the doctor (ten)

Day 5: Way too early in the morning
Who: The Doc and George
Where: On the road from the thrift store to the carnival
When: Let's call it 7?
Rating: TBD
Status: Active

What was with the alarms? Really, the Doctor didn't quite get it. He had slept well enough in spite of the strange noises (dubbed smoke monster by Shannon) that flowed from the treeline and battered trees and the museum alike. It was like a tornado had ripped through bits of the wood that buffered the town from it's glass enclave.

Just because he was a bit annoyed with not being able to sleep, didn't mean that the Doctor couldn't be productive. So, at the first blow of the alarm the Doctor was up and moving and on his way to the Thrift store. Step one was to try and find what he could to put together an amplifier for his sonic pulse. Emerging from the thrift store, arms laden with wires and bits of metal and a few small tools, it didn't appear that he actually had anything really suitable for making his speaker. Then again, to the naked eye he just had a bunch of scrap.

Awkwardly one of the coils unravelled from his grasp and threatened to trip him. "Oh, fantastic," he muttered, trying to contort so that his right hand could grab it. He thought for a moment his pinky finger could reach. No dice.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-25 10:52 pm UTC (link)
George couldn't sleep. Now matter how many different ways she had tried to, she just couldn't. Those fucking alarms were killing her, and for some reason she had decided to wander aimlessly. Her face was telling precisely what she felt to anyone who looked at her, as her massive frown could be seen from miles away.

She just randomly cursed under and over her breath, too, hugging herself from the cold.

Something had rolled up to her shoes, and George stopped herself. She didn't know what it was, but there was someone very interested in retrieving it - and failing miserably at doing so. George reached down and caught it, looked at it closely, and then looked at the guy holding a million things at once. "Lost something?" She asked, handing him the coil. Her expression remained the same.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-25 10:58 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor had tried to snare the escaping coil with the toe of his shoe, to no avail watching with mild amusement as the scrap had managed to roll up to the feet of someone else.

Trailing up the figures shoes and then legs the time lord found himself eye to eye with a blonde woman who looked like she was feeling about as tired as he was. Not surprising, those sirens were killer.

"Ah, I would have hated to lose that bit of copper," he smiled, "Extra maleable and extra conducive," he remarked with a grin. Sure, he was peppy, he couldn't help it - he felt like he might actually accomplish something.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-25 11:56 pm UTC (link)
George nodded, emotionless, waiting for this guy to take the damn thing. "Oh, yeah, of course." she said as if she knew anything about copper. George briefly wondered what the hell he was doing with all that stuff.

"You some kind of McGuyver, going to find a way out of here using copper and bubble gum?"

She was tired. Being funny when tired was night impossible, and George just could not pull it off.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-26 01:21 pm UTC (link)
"If you could just stack that right there..." He said, motioning with his eyebrows to an opportune spot.

"Well, actually, I'm working on constructing some amplifiers for a start, then a fantastic sonic pulse to shatter the glass. Shouldn't take more than today - though, the work would be a bit easier if I had the proper tools. I'm the Doctor by the way - have we met?" He was trying to place the blonde, but for all the blondes he'd met so far he was coming up a bit short.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-26 01:41 pm UTC (link)
George smiled tiredly and did what the guy asked her to do. "There you go."

She tried hard to piece his words together into sentences she could understand, but the goddamn siren was going off again and she was just so tired, it took George a while. Not that even after that while she could quite understand what a sonic pulse did, and how it's shatter the glass.

"Oh. Cool." George said, nodding.

And then it clicked. Sonic pulse generated a sort of wave, right? And combined with amplifiers, the wave got bigger right? Hence how he was hoping to shatter the glass...right?

"Oh!" She said excitedly. "Yeah! Hi, I'm George."

George let out her hand, but soon retreated it, when it looked unlikely that the guy could even shake it. "Doctor?" she asked suspiciously. Either he was being weird, or he had weird parents. "Doctor who?"

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Your icon FTW
[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-26 03:34 pm UTC (link)
The coil was placed on top of his bundle and the Time Lord nodded thankfully.

He could tell she was tired, and she could tell that probably a third of what he had just said made little to no sense - which was fine; he was used to it.

"Hello, George," He shuffled the bundle a little not having to stifle his response to 'Doctor who?' this time like he had with Shannon. "Just the Doctor, actually."

Furrowing his brow he looked left and right. "I'm feeling a bit turned about - do you remember which way the carnival was?"

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:P Thanks!
[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-26 05:01 pm UTC (link)
No, she'd taken her while, but she'd gotten it. Because it actually made sense, and George had taken to watching late night sci-fi movies lately.

George tilted her head to the left, nodding. "Huh." His parents must be off-their-heads on acid hippies, to name the guy a title. Shrugging, George thought it was best not to actually make a comment on it.

As if she could remember anything useful right about now. Hell, she didn't even know where she was! "Uh, no." she looked around her. "No idea."

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Re: :P Thanks!
[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-26 05:14 pm UTC (link)
It was weird for the time lord to feel quite so turned around. He figured it was probably due to the elevated levels of lead in his bloodstream - it was all the thrift shop's thought.

fingertips twitched as the Doctor wanted to desperately scratch his head. It always helped him think, scratching.

Looking left and right he picked a direction. "Well, the thrift shop is there - I think it's back this way..." He trailed off, his tongue resting on the back of his teeth as he stopped mid sentence. "Shoes! I wanted to look for shoes!"

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Re: :P Thanks!
[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-26 05:57 pm UTC (link)
It was weird for a reaper to not reap anyone and yet have someone be found dead and disfigured - but you didn't hear George complaining. She did feel rather useless right about now, though.

George kept looking around like a dog chasing it's own tail. Sleep deprivation always left her slightly nuts. "It is? You sure?" She didn't even know which way the Doctor - George giggled internally - was saying it was. Hell, she didn't even know what it was!

"Shoes." she repeated emotionless. Shoes were good. George wished she had some sneakers, right about now. She'd been on heels every day. "You think they have sneakers in there too?"

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Re: :P Thanks!
[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-26 06:05 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor canted his head. He didn't know quite how to react to her question as to how sure he was. He'd just have to go with it. He was tired - but not quite exhausted yet. He figured he was on wind number 2 for the day.

"Sneakers? Trainers, yes? I think they should. I wanted to look because mine haven't quite managed to dry out yet..."

Bending over he set his collection of goodies on the ground. He just had to scratch his head.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

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Re: :P Thanks!
[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-26 06:29 pm UTC (link)
George nodded. What was with all the Brits in that place, with their funny words, suddenly?

"Yeah, that." She sighed in relief when the Doctor told her he thought they might have sneakers. Hopefully, comfortable clothes that weren't suits, too. "Oh, cool." she smiled.

Then, she just watched the Doctor put his stuff on the ground and scratch away at his head repeatedly. Did he have a case of head lice? "Uhm...You okay?" She asked suspiciously.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-26 06:55 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor was having a sense of sudden Dejavu. He'd done this before. Well, he'd had the sneaker/trainer conversation before. Well, it wasn't so much as a conversation as some scribbles through the journal - but still. Looking down he noticed that the woman was wearing heels. There's no way two people here could be wearing heels, would they?

The scratching abruptly stopped. "I talked with you before.. I mean, I wrote with you before, over the journals, about shoes," came a quite suddenly bouncy Doctor. He liked when he recognized people for good reasons and not the sort that meant they had previously threatened the universe.

He waggled his fingers, "Oh,I just have a habit of scratching my head when I'm trying to think. It's does something for rearranging my thoughts or arranging them, I'm not sure." What could be said for sure is that he did quite the number on his already disheveled hair.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-26 10:02 pm UTC (link)
George shared the Dejavu somewhat, too. And when he finally mentioned it along with the journals, she got it.

"Oh yeah, you're the guy with the 50-plus year-old Chuck Taylors!" George grinned. She remembered this. And he hadn't annoyed her, like half the people responding to that crap!

Nodding, George just stared while he scratched his head some more. Was he aware of how crazy he was beginning to look, with the ruffled hair and all? George snorted under her nreath.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-27 05:14 pm UTC (link)
"That's me," he said pulling his pant leg up a bit to show off the red Chucks. So what if they looked a little beat up; they still worked marvelously.

Blinking, the Doctor became mildly aware that she was staring at him like he had two heads. Must have been the head scratching. It was almost reflex, really.

Bouncing on the balls of his feet a moment like a six year old with too much energy, he looked to the thrift shop door. "Shall we?"

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-28 10:14 am UTC (link)
George nodded approvingly at the Doctor's Chuck Taylors and wished she had a pair of her own on right now. God those heels. And wet shoes too, she was surprised at the lack of headcolds as of yet, because even with the stupid pair of socks found in that box, she couldn't wear them because of the shoes she had on. They called for finer material, apparently.

She smirked at his bouncing, thinking all the while that he didn't act his age at all, and yet did, at the same time.

"Yes!" She almost cried, thinking of what might lie beneath those doors. Comfortable shoes. Dry clothing. Not-suits.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-28 05:24 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor, suit-clad but in Chucks, was happy to head into the thrift shop for some quick, last minute finds. One never knew just what they missed the first go round inside shops like these. He was certain there was no radio; but, perhaps he could find a manual screwdriver?

Opening the door and stepping inside, he looked around for a shoes that might actually fit his feet. Though, the more he thought about it, the less he actually wanted to replace his shoes. Well, unless it rained again.

"There's loads of stuff in here, some of it older than my shoes," he remarked, picking up a pair of day-glo orange pants and canting his head as he wondered just who needed pants like these and for what?

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-29 01:39 pm UTC (link)
George couldn't say she didn't think the Doctor's outfit wasn't a little bit awesome. And soon hers would, too, if she found good sneakers, because she would definitely change into them right there, and throw her shoes in the garbage.

She didn't give a shit about the rain at this point, she really just wanted to walk normally without feeling every little bit of skin aching. If her feet weren't in such a state, she would've run towards the shoe section. But she didn't, George merely walked slowly there making a face, and then started looking through stuff.

Finally, she found a pair of green generic sneakers her size, and with an excited little hop, she removed her shoes "Ohhhhhh!" She exclaimed. After putting the new ones on and tossing the heels somewhere, George walked happily to where the Doctor was standing.

But before she could tell him about her great discovery, she noticed what he was holding. "What the hell is that?" She asked, completely unimpressed, and a little bit weirded out. Was he going to wear them?

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-29 03:48 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor's head perked when he heard the "Ohhhh!" come from the next aisle over as he assumed George found something that she liked. He smiled, of course, he liked generally when people were happy.

"What is that?" Followed quickly, and the Doctor sort of felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It's not like the pants were anything nearly as appealing as a cookie; or, for that matter that he even wanted them. Though, it was sort of strange that he'd picked them up in the first place.

"These? I don't know, actually. I saw them and felt compelled to pick them up. Maybe that's what they are, compelling pants?" He waggled them a bit before setting them back on the rack, just guessing that George wouldn't actually want those, either.

"Nice shoes," he said approvingly. Maybe he ought to go for a pair of green trainers next when he got out of here? Green trainers and a grey suit. He'd always sort of longed for a monochromatic one.

"Suits and trainers," he mused at their complimentary outfits. "Form on top, function on the bottom."

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-29 03:58 pm UTC (link)
Still examining the damn pants as if they were of a new, undiscovered civilization, George tilted her head. "They're fugly!" She commented, scrunching up her nose.

She did, however, giggle at the Doctor's supposition. This was such a weird, but funny, man. And compelling pants was just awesome. George looked down at her new shoes again, and gave the Doctor a smile of accomplishment. "Thanks!"

Well, it was true. They were both wearing suits, and what the Doc called trainers. George actually found it funny that they were matching outfits and shoes; and nodded in agreement at what the Doctor said next. "Damn right." She said proudly.

She wasn't done, though. She still needed some new warm clothes, because frankly even after the shower, that suit was starting to stink.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-30 07:23 pm UTC (link)
They were quite ugly, weren't they? Best left on the rack, hopefully not to suck too many people in to wearing them.

The Doctor knew he should have cared about the status of his own suit - mud clad to the knees and quite rain soaked through. However, giving in to putting on new clothing was like admitting that he'd been here and would be here long enough to require new clothes. The Doctor could handle the funk for a while longer if it managed to keep his morale high.

Squinting he looked over the rack further. Nothing there he really needed; but maybe he could find something else for George? "What's your feeling on jackets from 1957?" He asked, holding up a long, ladies styled pea-coat. It was blue, and looked fairly warm. "I'd bet it probably belonged to a well-off woman in it's hay day." The wool was soft, dye even, and the buttons were brass - signs of quite nice craftsmanship.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-30 08:29 pm UTC (link)
Although it might be hilarious if either of them ended up seeing someone else wearing those pants in the future.

The only reason why George wasn't settling for just sneakers was that she wanted something warm and comfortable, not a blazer and a chiffon button-up shirt like she was wearing at the moment. She'd been checking out a sweatshirt when the Doctor suggested the blue pea-coat. George grinned.

"That's kind of like one I have at home!" But this one looked much better - he was probably right, it was good material. She took it from the Doctor and put it on right away, still grinning. It was really warm, which was awesome considering George had been freezing ever since she arrived. "Thanks, Doc!" What a nice man.

George went back to the sweatshirt, feeling way more comfortable in her new pea-coat. Without looking up, she addressed the Doctor again. "You're not getting anything for yourself?"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-01 07:47 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor was kind of happy to see that she liked the coat. Really, when it came down to it, one of the things he really liked was making people happy - and it looked like when it came to the coat he'd managed just that.

The Doctor shook his head. "Nothing yet, I'm not seeing anything that might be of any use." He squinted between the shelves and aside from what he'd already managed to salvage, it didn't look like there was too much there for him to work with.

"Hey George - you never did say, where and when are you from again?"

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-05-01 08:26 pm UTC (link)
Between wearing the coat and hearing the Doctor's answer to her question, George had already picked up a tshirt, sweatshirt and a pair of ragged, torn jeans. They were more comfortable looking than what she was wearing, in any case.

She turned around to face him when he asked her his question. "Oh, Seattle." She shrugged. "2008."

Waving her new found clothes at him, she motioned for the back. "I'm gonna go try these on, and then you can tell me where and when you're from!" George said cheerfully. She ran to the back, and in less than ten minutes she was sporting new, comfortable clothes. And, of course, the jacket the Doctor had found.

"Okay, all done!" She said, smiling. "So, what's your story?"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-02 02:08 pm UTC (link)
He watched as she claimed more items of clothing for herself. He figured her suit probably wasn't quite as comfortable as his own. He hadn't really ever needed to spend too much time in skirts, or even kilts, but he imagined that having to spend time in the woods in one couldn't be all too accommodating.

He wondered if any of the news of the cybermen or of the Slytheen had made it to America. Then again, perhaps they'd heard about the Christmas Star over London with it's arcs or electricity. "Did you anything strange happen to you around Christmas? People standing on rooftops?"

She had walked off to change clothes and when she came back, George looked like she was quite a bit more comfortable. "Well, last place I remember being is Chiswick, 2008." Well, that was a slight white lie. The last place he really remembered being was in the TARDIS, was he really supposed to say that, he supposed not.

"My story, we'll that's a bit of a long one, actually."

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-05-02 03:44 pm UTC (link)
George looked at him with her head tilted to the left. "Um...No. Not that I remember." Then again, she'd been working on Christmas, but even then she didn't remember anything about people on rooftops, though George thought some might have been there. Hell, she'd been known to sit on rooftops.

"Chiswick? Where is that?" Though she judged from his accent it might be somewhere in Britain. "Oh, first person I meet who's also from 2008!" George smiled cheerfully again.

She snorted, nodding as she looked for some hairpins or something to hold back her bangs. "Same here, actually." She wouldn't ask if he didn't want to tell.

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Give us a shove back to the left with the next reply, yeah?
[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-04 11:00 am UTC (link)
Well, the Doctor supposed it made sense that George, too, had come from a paralel universe. Pity, really. He had sort of hoped that the universe had put in place a method and mode for dealing with people's souls- afterall, it implied that people had souls and he liked that idea immensely. Though, were the places souls went isolated by universe? If not, did that mean he would meet himself in millions of different incarnations one day? Millions of paralel universes, 13 regenerations, it made up for infinite possibilities. Would paralel him have the same regenerations he did? Oh, now his brain was really starting to work overtime.

"Hm?" He snapped out for her question about Chiswick, "Oh, it's just a smidge outside London.

The Doctor shrugged, looking outside he realized he might miss the party at the Carnival if he didn't get going soon.

"I hate to do this George, but I have a date with some old bumper cars at the carnival and I'd like to get there before all the exceptional ones are taken," his phrase punctuated with a playful smirk.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-05-04 11:54 am UTC (link)
George shrugged, nodding. Okay so he was from London. Or at least he'd come from there; one did not necessarily mean the other. At least he was from a year George could relate to; knowing people had come from the 1920s and the future (George didn't even remember what year River had said it was) unsettled her a lot. It meant there was something preternatural about this place, and she did not like that at all.

"Oh! Oh, yeah, okay. I'm supposed to be going there as well." Not really, she just wanted to go because it had felt important to know a few more faces. She snorted at the Doctor's preference for good bumper cars. It had been ages since she'd been on those. "Let's hope they work."

Because in all seriousness, the Carnival didn't look all that functional. George had walked over to the accessories section, and found a small purse, clearly from the 1970s (judging by shape and brown leather). It would do fine to keep her journal in, along with anything else she might need. "Found me a purse!" She wiggled it in the Doctor's direction cheerfully.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-04 10:23 pm UTC (link)
"They were working yesterday - I was asleep in one when it just switched itself on. I'm hoping to salvage a few batteries out of them for my modulator."

He was drifting toward the door, his sleepy mind caught quite heavily on needing to get to his work when he heard her joy-filled cry. "That looks precisely like one Sarah Jane used to have," came his tone echoing her own. It was always nice to sort of see blasts from his past - especially when they related to his favorite people.

"So you're coming to the parts salvage, then?" He stood at the door holding it open, clearly excited at the prospect of having another grease monkey about to help with pulling parts.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-05-05 06:51 am UTC (link)
George was surprised, and impressed. She didn't think anything worked in that place; not that she'd be running to the amusements in the Carnival any time soon, but it was good to know something worked.

Following the Doctor out the door - and nodding in thanks for him having held it open for her - George tilted her head. "Who's Sarah Jane?" She snorted. "Well, I don't know about all that, but if you need a hand, I can try. Might end up breaking something, but you know..."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-05-07 09:25 pm UTC (link)
"She and I traveled together for a very long time," he grinned, thinking fondly of Sarah. He wondered how she was doing these days - it'd been a while since he'd seen her. "She was a clever one," he remarked, unable to stifle his grin.

"Well, the more the merrier, besides, they're all pretty well broken down to start with, it's not as if we're trying to fix them."

He waggled his brow, offering a friendly bit of temptation.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-05-30 06:55 am UTC (link)
George nodded, smiling. "Clever's always better."

She snickered at the Doctor's waggling brow, and walked towards him. "Well, okay then, let's give it a shot." With a broad smile, George began walking.

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