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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-01 14:09:00

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!dropped, day 09, esmerelda weatherwax, location: carnival, the doctor (ten)

Day 9: Late Afternoon
Who: The Doctor and Granny Weatherwax
What: Discovering the joy of writing
When: Day 9, late afternoon
Where: Near the carnival
Rating: Likely PG

Status: Active

The Doctor felt like he had run seventeen miles today. He hadn't managed to allow himself time to sit and just be. Not only had he slept late, went on a fantastic walk, and then practiced his aerobic workout in the middle of the museum foyer, well he decided he needed to go for a walk. He had come to this conclusion because the Doctor was very much needed to get his sleep schedule back to normal after staying up entirely too early talking with Gambit. Speaking of Gambit, how was he?

The Doctor was on his way to the Merry Go Round - he wanted to have a seat and think. He couldn't help but ponder that perhaps he was going about the whole thing the wrong way. Perhaps he was too stuck on self protection for his own good. Gambit hadn't reacted too badly, after all.

Stepping up on to the ride's platform the Doctor choise one of the benches and had a seat. It would have been a bit too ridiculous to take a seat on one of the horses. Though, spying the horse he found himself thinking of Madame Du Pompudour. She had been amazing, hadn't she? Nearly his match. The thought made him sad, unfortunately.

Whistling the tune from the time they had danced the Doctor tapped his foot and looked at the ride's canopied ceiling. He would rather be waltzing with Reinette.

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ms_weatherwax
2009-06-01 02:12 pm UTC (link)

Granny Weatherwax stomped through the dusty streets. It was easy for her to stomp around since she was always wearing steel-capped boots, but today she was, if possible, hitting the ground more hard to make up for all the frustration she was feeling.
Never in all of her life she'd been in such a situation. Not only the people in the town were unfamiliar with witches, they had never even heard of Lancre. Granny knew in some way that Lancre was just a small kingdom lost in the mountains, but she tended to regard it as the center of the universe basing on the fact that she lived there.
Now Granny was getting the impression that she was a long way from home, and this was getting on her nerves.

That, and the pointy hat, were the main problem. The lack of pointy hat at any rate. No witch should be stranded away from home without her hat.
Worried with those thoughts, Granny stormed through the town. She was searching for something, though she wouldn't have been able to say what or even when she should begin her search. But something was observing them and Granny didn't like this one bit. It was just like with the Lords and Ladies, only this time she didn't know who the enemy was. Just that it was an enemy.

Now it was almost sundown.
Granny didn't worry too much about lodgings or dinner - to her that was something that happened to other people. But she didn't like the idea of having accomplished nothing in all of her day.
She'd reached what seemed like the end of town, a large area on the edge of the forest that seemed decorated like Lancre square during festivals. Only more strange and markedly foreign, Granny decided giving the whole place a look of disdain.
That was when she noticed the young man sitting next to the wooden horses. He didn't look very smart, but then again nobody ever did in Granny's opinion. "Blessings be on this... place," she called out, making her way towards him.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-01 02:56 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor hadn't been paying attention to the world around him. Instead, he was recomposing the bridge to Reinette's waltz. He thought that the sharps being held an extra beat really set the composition off - giving it a sense of intimacy and intelligence that embodied the Madamme.

Reclining, his foot bobbed and weaved back and forth as if he were conducting an orchestra and not just whistling to himself. He wished he might share his composition with Reinette. Unfortunately, that would be next to impossible without voiding his timeline.

"Blessings be on this... place," came a voice from his right, and the Doctor perked. That was a unique salutation. Seeing a woman clad in robes and apparently stomping. That was something new.

"Hello!" He called with a waggle of his fingertips.

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ms_weatherwax
2009-06-01 04:21 pm UTC (link)

Blasted foreigners! They obviously didn't have witches in this place, and the lack of pointy hat wasn't helping at all. It was like being back in Genua, only this time she was on her own. An image of her two fellow witches floated into Granny's mind. Well, this at least was a relief.

"My name is Mistress Weatherwax," Granny said, pointedly. "And I'm a witch."
It really was bothersome to have to point this out all of the time, but it couldn't be helped. Without her hat a witch was just another old woman, and Granny was most definitely not an old woman. At least unless a hot cup of strong sweet tea appeared to be forthcoming for the poor old lady, and this didn't appear to be the case.

Though there did seem to be a huge papier-mache teacup nearby, with seats on. Granny couldn't see why anyone would want to sit in a huge teacup. She stood in front of the young man, looking down at him from her aquiline nose.
"And you are...?"

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-02 08:10 am UTC (link)

"Hello there, Mistress Weatherwax, I'm the Doctor." He beamed, because that was generally the way he punctuated his introduction.

"You're a witch?" This would be the first time one of the witches around here had introduced themselves as such. It appeared this woman might be of a different breed. "So, you must be from the same place as Luna and Tonks, then?" Maybe she knew them. It seemed there were a lot of people who knew each other in one way or another.

He watched as she looked around, much a fish out of water. The Doctor wondered if they had carnivals where she came from. "You must be new, yes?"

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ms_weatherwax
2009-06-02 10:26 am UTC (link)

In the Ramtops there weren't many doctors. Witches usually took care of ill people and animals, and even though some young doctors had taken up residence in some of the more modern villages they had all stayed clear of Granny Weatherwax's area.
Granny nodded curtly at the Doctor's introduction. She would have almost liked him if it wasn't for his habit of smiling too much and being a foreigner, and this was high praise from the witch.

Luna? Tonks? Granny frowned at the name.
"They ain't from Lancre," she said with the certainty of someone who knows all of the couple of hundred people living for miles around.
The names sounded somehow familiar, though, and Granny remembered the business with Diamanda and her so-called coven. Could be that that they were at it again? Luna did sound like the sort of silly name they could pick.
"Hah, unless they're some gels runnin' around and callin' themselves witches. Dressed all in black and with too much make-up on, are them?"

Granny felt annoyed at being called new. She was too old for that sort of talk. But it was true that she had just arrived and wasn't entirely sure of where she was.
"Yes, I think I'm new," she conceded.
She looked around, unsure of how to ask what this place was without giving the Doctor the impression that she was completely lost.
"Is there some sort of carnival goin' on?" she asked, pointing at the carousel.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-02 11:34 am UTC (link)

"J---" the Doctor had been all ready to politely respond that he was 'just the Doctor' that for only the second time since being brought here the Doctor had to swallow his words. Somehow, when Gambit had just accepted his name, the Doctor hadn't been prepared to redirect him; yet, when this older woman had just taken to 'The Doctor' like a duck in water, he was surprised.

"Lancre?" The Doctor added a bit more of a French accent to that. It sounded like it ought to be in France. "Actually, I believe they're fron London, or there abouts." The pair of witches he knew hadn't been all that clear about which part of London (well, Tonnks had; Luna not so much.) "Black and makeup? No... They're both of rather conservative fashion, I'd say."

The Doctor was musing as the woman continued to look around. It was like he could read the look on her face a bit too easily than she probably wanted him to -- then again, he supposed, it was possible that she was just the sort who wore their opinions on their face. In his opinion that made her fairly trustworthy, actually.

"I suppose there may have been a carnival once up on a time, though, this one appears to be a bit weathered."

The Doctor pushed up from his seat and approached the woman. "Sorry to tell you this, Misstress Weatherwax, but you've managed to land yourself in a rather unfortunate situation," the Doctor, judging her appearence to be a bit on the medieval sort and guessing she probably wasn't the most technically proficient measured his words carefully. "We're all prisoners here, for the moment anyway. Whole town, cooped up inside this big glass jar." He took a breath and hoped she'd take his word on this. She seemed a woman prone to quick evaluations.

"Lancre? Where you're from? Can you tell me where that is exactly?"

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ms_weatherwax
2009-06-05 11:26 am UTC (link)

"Lan-ker," Granny said, emphasizing the word. "It's nowhere near London."
Granny had no idea of where London would be, or even if it was a kingdom or a city. If asked, she would have probably guessed it was near Genua. But it wasn't in her nature to feign ignorance. At any rate she was sure it wasn't anywhere in the Ramtops.
"Lancre's a kingdom in the mountains," she explained with a hint of patriotism. "We have got a castle and a king too. He's a bit of a fool but he means well."

Granny shrugged at the Doctor's description of the would-be young witches. She couldn't recall anyone with those names, but she could always meet the gels in person if needs be.

She didn't reply immediately when the Doctor explained about their situation, pondering over his words and what she'd felt earlier in the forest.
"Pris'ners?" she repeated carefully, turning the word over in her mind. "Yes, maybe for the moment."
It would explain most of things, also why she kept getting the feeling that someone was looking at her. Studying her.
"A glass jar?" she asked, frowning at the Doctor. "A real glass jar, or is this one of those mettyfores?"
Granny had the vague idea that he was patronizing her.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-05 12:10 pm UTC (link)

"No where near London? This might sound odd - but, what planet are you from, exactly?" No matter time; it was clear from the woman's dress she ought to be from a point in earth's history when London existed and when it was a very important place to be. The Doctor, experienced in these things after all, wasn't quite adverse to the idea that Mistress Weatherwax came from an entirely different planet the idea of different Universe going without saying. The Doctor had noticed that to date everyone had come from a place like Earth with all the cities and towns he knew. Well, save River and Kaylee; but, that was alright. Oh yeah, there was that mention of a fairy...

"Most kings are fools to start with," the Doctor cast this observation rather carelessly. People placed into power purely due to birthright were doomed to fail in his estimation.

"Certainly only for the moment, I plan to break the glass." He watched as Granny's face turned a bit harder, a frown deepening in the creases around her mouth. "Oh, no, quite literal ma'am. A glass enclosure surrounds the entire perimeter, and perhaps above as well, though we haven't managed to confirm that suspicion."

"Have you managed a place to stay yet? This place tends to get a bit dodgy after dark." He scratched his head. "Oh! How could I forget, the journal, you've one of those yes?"

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ms_weatherwax
2009-06-07 02:58 pm UTC (link)

Planet? This man was strange. Everyone knew that planets were just small rocks spinning around the Disc.
If it wasn't for the lack of pointy hat and prominent stomach Granny would have thought him a wizard.
"Don't be daft," Granny said. "I ain't from no planet. I'm from Lancre. On the Disk."

She nodded when he agreed that most kings were fools. In the case of Lancre this was especially true since the current king used to be a court jester until a few years ago. But she assumed that everyone knew about Lancre so she didn't bother explaining this to the Doctor.

"Hah!" Granny said. "Good luck with that. I ain't bin there to see for meself but I bet the glass is no ordinary glass."
She privately considered the power she'd felt earlier in the morning. It would be no ordinary magic glass either.
"If I had my broomstick, I could check," she said wistfully. She missed her broomstick. It was old and faulty and you had to jump-start it, but it was better than being stuck in the middle of forn parts without even her hat.

She shook his head. "Not yet," she said. She hadn't even spared a thought about where to stay - she assumed everyone nearby would be ready to make space for her.
"The journal..." Granny looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh, you mean the small black book?" she said, recalling.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-08 12:35 pm UTC (link)

"The Disk?" The Doctor's head canted. He'd never heard of such a thing, not in his universe anyway. Oh, that was a problem. Now his mind was shooting off in a million miles a minute. There was a place where people lived on a disk? How did the gravity function? What kept things from sliding off? How about thier atmosphere, or their orbit of the sun? What if there was no sun?

The Doctor grinned almost as though he was hypnotized or drunk - he was very busy trying to think of the next question he ought to ask about her world. Unfortunately his mind had already cooked up nearly a hundred.

"Not ordinary in the least," he confirmed, momentary disuaded from further questions. "You have a broomstick?" The Doctor canted his head. "I'd once run into witches that rode on broomsticks, didn't realize it was quite that common." Well, they weren't real witches, so he'd guessed that a real witch probably didn't ride a broom. Apparently, he was wrong.

"Well, we'll get you to either the theater or the gymnasium," he offered. "Oh, yes the little black book..." He was pulling out his own. "See here," he flipped the page to the map. "You and I are here, and the gymnasium and theater are here and there." The Doctor momentarily thought of bringing Granny back to the museum. It just didn't seem right to leave her out on her own. Though, he had a sneaking suspicion that Shannon would attempt to murder him in his sleep if he brought anyone else back.

"Now, here's the funny thing about these - they're used for communication. Haven't quite figured out how they work yet; but whatever you write in them everyone else will see." He pulled a pen from his pocket and wrote "See?" on an empty page. "Now, open up yours and have a look." He was fascinated with the journals. Really fascinated.

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ms_weatherwax
2009-06-08 01:18 pm UTC (link)

"The Disk," Granny confirmed. This man seemed a bit slow on the uptake - of course they were on the Disk, where else could they be? Unless this place was one of... them. Thingies. Nasty places. Like where the Shining Folk came from. It was a thought that Granny tried to avoid for the moment, even though all the tell-tale signs were present.
Here or there, it didn't make any difference if they weren't able to get away.

She pursed her lips at the mention of her broomstick.
"I have one at home," she said. It was usually behind the door since Granny used it to sweep the floor as well. "I usually can't be havin' with all of this modern thingies, but it's better than walkin' across a mountain."
She didn't know about "common" - witches weren't enough to make a decent statistic.

She regarded the Doctor with deep distrust when he mentioned the theater. Granny had seen plays many times in her life and was suspicious of any man who pranced around in a blonde wig pretending to be a girl half his age. Besides she couldn't see what the theater had to do with accommodations.
When the Doctor pointed to a page in his book, Granny got to the conclusion that the man was a bit dimwitted.
"I sure ain't on that little piece of paper, and no building is there either," she said with iron certainty.

The magic journals were a different thing. Granny could understand that much.
"Wizard tricks," she said with a tinge of disgust, watching the words written by the Doctor appear on a fresh page in her own journal.
"But I sees this could be useful."
Granny didn't like modern things, but was quick to exploit them whenever she could figure out how they worked.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-11 08:55 am UTC (link)

The Doctor hadn't heard of a place in the universe called "The Disk." A paralel universe with planets whose properties he couldn't even begin to imagine. The Doctor was a grinning fool.

"I'd imagine any mode of transport is better than walking across a mountain." The Doctor's lips pursed, when was the last time he'd made a trek over a mountain, anyway?

"In a manner of speaking," The Doctor gave pause. "It's a map.. We would be located here on it," he breathed. That was an odd thing to need to explain.Perhaps she didn't use maps often?

"Perhaps," the Doctor was finding himself talking less and less as he continued to try and imagine a world where the planet was a disk. How did the days function properly? Wouldn't it be a state of prolonged night and day?

"Oh, it is very useful. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to write. Let's get you to some shelter, yes?"

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ms_weatherwax
2009-06-12 07:13 am UTC (link)

Other people had already tried to explain about maps to Granny Weatherwax, usually giving up in the face of her stern determination not to understand. She had never had any need for them in all of her life, knowing the forest and villages of Lancre perfectly and getting hopelessly lost whenever she stepped outside of her boundaries.
She folded her arms, glaring at the Doctor as if he'd just said that the world was shaped like a ball or another similar piece of nonsense.

"Look," Granny pointed out in what she considered to be a reasonable tone, but resembled more to the tone used with slow children. "We are here, standin' next to these fake horses and teacups. It stands to reason that we can't be in two places at once, so we sure ain't there."
She prodded the journal page, as if daring it to prod back.
Damn wizards, always trying to make everything complicated. The world was complicated enough without all of their tinkering.

Writing was another field Granny wasn't very proficient in, so she simply made a face at the idea of writing on a journal to ask for something. Privately she thought that, if she ever needed anything, she would have done what she usually did back home: walk out and find someone to glare at until they got it into their mind that the best thing to do now was help the witch in need of their assistance.

It was getting chilly by then, so Granny welcomed the idea of getting somewhere with a roof over her head.
"Is there an inn in these parts?" she asked. The village was so small that she doubted it, but she wouldn't have minded staying at someone's house either.

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