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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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