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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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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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