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vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-19 20:00:00

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!complete, day 08, location: museum, npc, the doctor (ten)

Day Eight Evening
Who: clone!Doctor, the Doctor
What: ~~DOOM~~ meeting
Where: outside, near the museum
When: Day 8, evening
Rating: PG?
Status: Active

It had been a good day for the false Doctor. He had met quite a lot of people, and even though he hadn't managed to fool all of them it had been worth it to be exposed as a fraud to see the expression on their faces. Surprise, shock, above all fear. Fear was what kept them trapped.

They should have thanked him. He was showing them reality, without the sugar-coating and false hoped that the man who was the "original" Doctor insisted to give them. Instead they insisted on clinging to silly romantic fantasies. We'll break the wall! We'll go home! Idiocies.
He knew that there was no hope of escape, not even for him. He felt that he didn't have much time left and it was a shame. So many people he never got to met...

The sun had already disappeared beyond the buildings but it was still daylight.
His feet were bringing him back to the museum, and the Doctor knew why. He wanted to meet himself. It was probably dangerous, but he didn't care much about that. He wouldn't be controlled by something so base as fear, like those others.

He stopped outside the building, looking up and down the road. For a moment uncertainty flickered in his eyes, as he tried to decide if it would be worth it to enter and look inside. But Shannon had probably warned everyone by now and they'd be on their guard. It would be much better to wait outside for anyone who might pass that way. He leaned against the opposite building, half-hidden in the shadows.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-19 02:16 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor could no longer be confined to the museum, no matter how much he thought he ought to be. The building of so many rooms and so many knock off treasures was feeling cramped. It was feeling like if he wasn't careful he'd never get out of there. If he wasn't careful he'd succumb to despair.

Out into the cold, dark air, the Gallifreyan abandoned the museum in favor of the subtle wind and a glimpse at the stars. Were they really stars? The Time Lord was having a difficult time finding a constellation that he recognized - and that struck him as nearly indecent. He knew the constellations by heart and yet he couldn't find even one that he knew.

His hands were deep in those too-empty botomless pockets of his. As he stood there, leaning against the museum's facade he couldn't help but wonder what they had done with all his stuff.

Sighing, he looked up, and he thought he might be seeing things. Rubbing his eyes he blinked. Hard.

"Hello?" He asked the shadowed figure.

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-22 11:14 am UTC (link)

The false Doctor grinned as he saw an exact copy of himself exit the museum, apparently deep in his thoughts.
It was quite a stroke of luck for him, though in this place it was hard to believe that anything happened by chance. To the clone it was as if they were all puppets and someone was pulling their strings. By failing to recognize this, they only tied the knots tighter and tighter around themselves.

It took a long time for the real Doctor to notice him. He smirked. Even after having heard so much about clones, was it so hard to believe that the person in front of him was an exact copy of himself?
For him it was only natural but apparently it wasn't so for the other Doctor.

"Good evening," the false Doctor replied in a tone that might have been polite if it wasn't for the smirk still plastered on his face. "I'm surprised, I didn't think you'd come out to meet me in person. Weren't you preaching safety in numbers just a moment ago?"
He turned his head casually to see if more people would follow the Doctor, though it really seemed as if they were alone.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-22 01:04 pm UTC (link)

It was an odd feeling for the Doctor, last and only of his kind, to come across not only another Timelord (clone as he might be); let alone himself. However, upon gazing at his own shape he realize that it was a clone - time was flowing normally around him; there would be no danger of paradoxes or time spatial abnormalities. The world would not be engulfed into a button sized bit by them speaking. That, was a relief. He had worried that all the clones were in fact people taken again from other points in time - THAT would have been dangerous.

"It's nice to see you don't give me a headache just by looking at you," the Doctor said sharply to his clone.

"Psychological jibber jabber whatsit." his face went mushy as he tried to think of a good term, for it. He decided to let it lay. The people here needed ways to feel comfortable and safe and useful and hopeful - the Doctor was working dilligently to give it to him while he worked on ways of getting them out.

"Oh, they're all quite comfortably snug in their beds," he said, closing the gap between he and his clone. "Are those really what my teeth look like?" His lip curled ala Elvis before he trid running his tongue along his lowers. "Ah, could be worse, I might still have those big floppy ears." The Gallifreyan had come to enjoy this form of his - with all it's quirks - mole included.

"So, what sort of business do you have in mind, clone?" His tone was sort of sing song. The Doctor was 973 years old and this situation was a new and unique one for him; though, you wouldn't know it by his tone.

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-28 11:23 am UTC (link)

The false Doctor felt disappointed by the lack of reactions shown by his other self. It was only to be expected that he was more intelligent - and therefore less prone to panic - than most of the other prisoners. But he still would have liked some reaction, though he tried not to show this.
"I don't see why I should give you a headache," he replied in a bored tone. "You are not giving me a headache, at any rate."

He smirked at the real Doctor.
"I see," he said, his tone amused. "Telling lies again. You're good at that, I'll give you this much at least. But what good is that going to do?"
He opened his arms, gesturing widely to the street around them.
"It's only a matter of days, maybe a couple of weeks if you're lucky. Then everyone else will realize, too, that you're trapped here."
He shrugged. It wasn't his concern what happened by then, but the other Doctor was such a hopeless optimist.

Seeing the Doctor look at him as though he was a mirror, he had to laugh out loud.
"Yes, you're pretty," he conceded. "We both are. I must say it's a relief for me, I would have hated to be the old version with that ridiculous hairstyle."
To the next question, he simply shrugged. "No reason," he said. "I simply wanted to meet the other Doctor. Didn't you too?"

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-28 11:39 am UTC (link)

"I don't think it's the same for you," The Doctor replied to his clones memtnion that he wasn't getting a headache. "You're not really a Time Lord, after all." He imagine the shadow of himself probably couldn't feel time, either. Or the spin of the planet as it hurled itself through the universe or the eb and flow of stars being born while others die..

"Telling lies?" The Doctor blinked. This clone was doing a poor job of whatever he was trying to do. "Oh, there's always hope," the Doctor corrected his clone. "You, of all people, should know that."

"Hey--" The Doctor said sternly. "Only I get to comment on my previous regenerations." He was quite forceful on this point. They weren't his clones regenerations in any event. Though, he wished he could do something about that floppy tie he'd kept around for so long.

"Of course I did, if only to try and figure out what went so wrong in your cloning. Appears someone forgot to allign the personality matrix," his brow raised as he cast a speculative glance over his clone.

"I trust we're clear, then, on your leaving the people here quite alone." His arms crossed. This Doctor meant business.

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-28 12:05 pm UTC (link)

The clone rolled his eyes.
"Why are you so quick to say that I'm not a Time Lord?" he replied, a shade annoyed. "For your information I'm not just a shell with your pretty face. Though I'm not letting you cut me up just to check on the two hearts."

He raised an eyebrow. "Hope?" he asked. "Wishful thinking, more likely. That's so like you. I'd like to see you try and fail to get out of here," he added bitterly. He would have really wanted that, and not only because of a petty dispute with his other self.

"Point," the false Doctor said, raising his hands in mock surrender. Privately, he didn't even know whether he would be able to regenerate. It was probably a skill that he wasn't going to need.

The clone grinned when the Doctor mentioned the personality. "I prefer to think of myself as the better copy," he said teasingly, cocking his head to one side. "Your idealistic view of justice is going to be your downfall sooner or later."

He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "I assure you, I haven't been a nuisance for anyone," he said, barely able to keep himself from laughing at the thought of Shannon and the others. "At least, not more of a nuisance than you would have been," he quickly corrected himself.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-28 12:30 pm UTC (link)

"I'm so quick to say that because you're not. You're not in the same way that Jenny wasn't. She was just a bit of my DNA fabricated into something else. Time Lords have a shared experience, a shared suffering. You know nothing of any of that," he'd gone through this before - trying to debunk a copy. At least Jenny had eventually proven she might in fact be part Time Lord afterall. Instead, this one was sounding more and more like a botched attempt at crochet than a Time Lord.

"Hasn't failed me yet," the Doctor said curtly. His views were his, and not to be challenged, least of all by some mediocre clone.

The Doctor's arms crossed. "You scared Shannon, purposefully, I think. I call that a nuisance." His features were losing their normal comedy, to the point where everything looked sharp. Piercing eyes, downturned mouth, unforgiving stare. He didn't like this version of himself, not one bit at all.

"You know about warnings, clone. I only give one. I suggest you go live out your life in the forest - as far away from these people as you can get."

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-31 07:01 am UTC (link)

The clone shrugged. He didn't feel like arguing about being a copy - he was smart enough to realize that the odds were in favor of him not being a real Time Lord after all.
Though he smirked when the Doctor didn't seem prone to give up his futile hopes.

At the mention of Shannon he shook his head.
"I simply put the facts in front of her," he said. "It's much better than what you're doing, giving everyone false hopes. If you like staying in charge so much, try to avoid making promises you can't keep."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Sooner or later they'll realize you can't get them out of here. Someone already has."

"This city is too small for both of us?" he replied, mocking the Doctor's tone. It came only too easy to a clone. "Meet me in front of the saloon at dawn!"
He laughed loudly. It was funny to see how the Doctor, for all his claims to be a rational person, was upset by him.
"Don't worry," he replied bitterly. "You see, I don't have a life to live. I'm just a puppet in the hands of whoever designed this game, just like you are. The difference," he concluded, glancing towards the museum, "is that you and the others still have some time."

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-02 07:20 am UTC (link)

The clone shrugged off the argument and the Doctor decided that perhaps the clone did have some level of intelligence. Perhaps not his level of intelligence, but some.

"You didn't put any facts in front of anyone. I havea feeling that you don't know any more about this situation than I do - and what I do know is that there is still plenty of hope to be had. Plenty of things that can still be tried and most importantly, plenty of brilliant human minds wandering about this place that can come up with things that you and I can't even begin to dream of." Oh, idealistic Doctor, such hope for humanity and it's promise - the Doctor believed firmly that man-kind has the potention to be just as ingenious as dangerous.

The Doctor shrugged off the remainder of his clones idle attempts at getting a rise out of him. The Clone was speaking from a point where all he wanted to do was upset and demoralize. The Doctor would be neither upset nor demoralized.

It wouldn't be fair to say the Doctor was upset by the clone - more accurate would be that he didn't wnat the clone going about and messing with the delicate balance of the people here. That made the Time Lord annoyed - that tiny flicker of a rage that sat quite well controlled int he back of his mind.

"So, your lifespan is limited then?" The doctor should have remarked as to what a shame that was. Problem being that he didn't appreciate being impersonated by a clearly inferior model. Should someone asked him if he'd ever like to meet himself (and technically he had... several times) he would most certainly have to qualify that they have the same personality as he.

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vc_player_npc
2009-06-05 11:46 am UTC (link)

"Brilliant human minds?" the clone laughed. "I hope you're just saying this to piss me off. Have you seen some of them? Have you heard them talk?"
He shook his head in amusement at the memory of the prettyboy who spelled like a 3-year-old and reasoned likewise.
"There are some smart people in there, I'll grant you," he said. "But most of them are just following you like mindless chickens. Fine enough, you can tell them lies and this'll make them feel better for a while. What are you going to do after?"

He looked curiously at the real Doctor. Such a hopeless optimist.
At least he could feel that, even though he didn't show it, he was in some way upset by his presence. The clone wasn't entirely sure of what had triggered that but felt a grim satisfaction from that. If all of his taunting had no effect on the Doctor, then he would be the one who'd get really annoyed.

He shrugged. He didn't know exactly how he had been created and had no interest in finding out.
"Technically everyone's timespan is limited," he remarked. "Comes from being alive. But you could say that mine is... more limited," he admitted.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-06 12:30 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor frowned at his clones vulgarity. "I don't even need to tell you how foolish you are."

There was a certain sense of smugness that his clone had that the Doctor did not appreciate. The Doctor knew his own ego was the size of a small solar system, but even he didn't act quite this self righteous all the time, did he?

"Clone, you're not going to manage to convince me that I'm either a liar or that this situation is hopeless. Whatever other scheme your brilliant mind has come up with now might be the best time to implement them, yes?"

Hands deep down in those bottomless pockets he wished he had his psychic paper - then he wouldn't have to say anything at all, the note would turn up on his paper and he could use his mind for other things - like designing the circuitry for the modulator - he felt he had an extra switch in there; all he needed to do was reroute the primary element to the finite distribution center bi-passing the ground.

"How much more limited?" Simple question, simple answer.

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vc_player_npc
2009-06-07 02:11 pm UTC (link)

The clone simply grinned. "We're both fools, I'd say. Different kinds of fools," he pointed out. "But nevertheless..."

"Scheme?"
The clone raised an eyebrow, amused. "Why are you so quick to jump to the conclusion that I'm plotting something? I was just trying to have a friendly chat, though it looks as if that's impossible," he shrugged. "Pity."

He shrugged again. "Midnight?" he said, half to himself and half to the real Doctor. "Whoever put us here seems to like drama, so it will probably be midnight. Or close to that, at any rate."
He wasn't too concerned about that. He hadn't had much time to learn about fear.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 02:18 pm UTC (link)

"Perhaps," he said curtly, leaning against a nearby tree and just watching.

"You just have that feeling about you, clone. Bending words, toying with people, jibber jabber bongo wongo blabbering..." The clone continued, blaming him for a lack of civility. "Not to mention comments like that," the Doctor felt that the clone just proved his point.

"You seem to be taking the notion of your own expiration quite well," the Doctor, on the other hand, had never taken any of his deaths well. Well, perhaps the most recent one; but, that was because he knew it had been necessary. The others had managed to catch him quite off guard.

"They do seem to enjoy making up a bit of melodrama, don't they?"

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vc_player_npc
2009-06-07 05:35 pm UTC (link)

The clone smirked. He loved this particular human trait. He could plot the most elaborate scheme and the Doctor would have simply scoffed at it. However, from the moment he announced that he had no plans, the Time Lord had gotten suspicious.
"But obviously you know so much about me because I'm you," he teased.

He shrugged at the mention of his own death. "I couldn't explain to you," he said. "I knew from the beginning that I didn't have much time. I got used to it."
He smirked to the memories of the last day. "I spent it well, I think."

"Yes, I think Mr Insider is an even bigger drama queen than our Shannon," the clone laughed. He didn't feel any attachment for his creators. After all, he'd been just a tool they'd used for their own experiments. He grinned.
"I'm surprised you didn't question me already."

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