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Tweak says, "one for the money"

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-16 20:18:00

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!complete, day 08, location: museum, npc, shannon rutherford

Day Eight Morning
Who: clone!Doctor, Shannon Rutherford
What: morale boost for Shannon
Where: in the museum
When: Day 8, morning
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

The fake Doctor walked through a corridor of the museum, a smile playing on his face. He wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere and he was rather enjoying the sensation of walking around. Pausing by a window he studied his reflected face - incidentally noting that the snow outside the building had started to melt - and grinned at his own reflection.
This would be... interesting.

He had memories in his head. He knew everything that the Doctor knew, and at the same time he also knew that he wasn't the real Doctor. It was a strange sensation, akin to realizing that you're in a dream while still asleep. And, just like in these situations, he felt that he could do anything.
He didn't have any plans yet, but it would be amusing to see how other people would react to him. Possibly they wouldn't realize that he wasn't the real Doctor, eventually, but the real fun would be watching them while they came to that conclusion.

So, if that was today's objective, he would have to find someone who knew the real Doctor. No point in going out of the Museum, where other people wouldn't recognize him at all. Of course what he really wanted to avoid was meeting the real Doctor, because while being probably very amusing it would also almost certainly mean the end of his little game. And from his point of view he had everything to gain by keeping up this facade.

The memories in his head were a bit fuzzy, and he couldn't get a grip on the details. He knew that some people, including him, usually slept in this building, however he couldn't remember where exactly. He was about to call out for someone when he realized that this would mean giving away his game too early, or at least making them suspicious from the beginning.
He kept walking, trying to head towards where he vaguely remembered the entrance to be. After all, he was in no hurry and he was bound to meet someone sooner or later.

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-16 05:14 pm UTC (link)

For a moment, Shannon just stared back at the Doctor, pausing mid-chew with her brow furrowed. Her eyebrows raised, then, as she swallowed. "Yeah, Martha left the gym," she reminded him. "You okay this morning, Doctor?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice as she knit her brow again. "Actually, speaking of Martha, I never heard from her in the last role call...you think she's okay?"

The Doctor practically inhaled the SlimFast bar and Shannon blinked. "Jesus, hungry much?" she laughed, reaching behind herself and taking out a bottle of water, handing it to him. "Are you sure walking around the forest is a great idea? I mean with the Weevils? Jack didn't finish that concoction thing he'd been talking about yet, did he?" she asked.

And then he spoke again to tell her his plans for the day and Shannon went stiff in her spot sitting on the floor, her eyes shifting toward the hallway from whence she'd come; where Sam was. Where fucking Sam was still sleeping because she was stupid and hadn't woken him, again. Something was wrong. The Doctor knew that they couldn't break the glass because it was too thick and he had been working on a project for the purpose of breaking the glass with something other than force, anyway... She looked back at him and tried to maintain her composure. Where were Jack and Ianto? Where the hell were Watanuki and Domeki?

The Doctor - or rather this other person who was either the Doctor with his memory fucked up like Dean's had been or was entirely someone else who just looked like the Doctor - was sitting between herself and both the front door and the hallway. "Do me a favor?" she asked, her voice calm and concerned again. "Show me your arm?" If he was the Doctor and he was still acting so weird, there would probably be a tattoo just like Dean's. Expired. What a sick fucking thing to tattoo onto someone's flesh...

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-16 05:38 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor just blinked twice, then pressed the palm of his hand over his eyes. "Now that you mention it, I haven't slept much. Actually I haven't slept at all last night," he added, which was the truth.
"I haven't heard from Martha either," he added, searching through his many memories. "I was hoping to run across her today while I'm out. It's a bit worrisome that we haven't seen her around, isn't it?"

He took the bottle of water from Shannon, grateful for the chance to think about his reply. He drank slowly, to give himself more time. "Eventually we'll have to get through the forest if we want to go back home," he pointed out reasonably. "And what better time than now? The snow might mean they won't wander around as much as usual. I'm sure I wouldn't run around with this cold if I didn't have a good reason to do so," he added with a smirk.

From her reaction he realized that this had been a faux pas, but it was too late to take back his words. He'd just have to play along now.
He raised his eyebrows as if considering her question strange, but put down the bottle of water and rolled up his sleeve past the elbow. "There," he said, looking at her face and trying to understand what she was thinking. She wouldn't expose him as easily as that: his arm was identical to the Doctor's, down to any tattoo or lack of. "Is there any problem?"

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