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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 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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