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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
2009-06-02 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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