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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
2009-06-08 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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