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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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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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