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Remy LeBeau ([info]ace_of_clubs) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-07 00:53:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 10, location: museum, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who:  Remy LeBeau & The Doctor
What:  Gambit decides to have a morning walk with the Doctor.. but he has to wake him first.
When: 0812, Day 10
Where: Starting in the museum, moving through the town.
Rating: PG-13, just in case.
Status: Complete

Remy LeBeau was a rather well known thief in his part of the world.. and in parts of the world that he'd been to on vacation, where certain things had gone missing. The X-Men, as of yet, didn't know anything of his former life and he wasn't in any hurry to tell them about it. What they wouldn't know wouldn't hurt them. So mum was the word for the Cajun, but to those he'd stolen from, his was an MO they would never forget. It wasn't his face that was well known, or even his name, it was what he took and how he took it. They'd given him several names, the most popular of which had been Le Diable Blanc, The White Devil. It was fitting, really, and he'd appreciated it when reading about it. He had an alias.. well, aside from his several other alias'.. okay, so it wasn't that it was an alias, it was that it was such a cool alias! And that had always brought a smile to his face. In fact, the Cajun was smiling even now, as he was moving on silent feet through the long hall of the museum. The room the Doctor had appointed to him had been a few doors down, and the Cajun had appreciated it quite a lot. He'd gone off to bed early, since he hadn't slept the night before. But that also meant that the red-headed devil had gotten up early.  It was just a few minutes after eight, and the Cajun had already gotten himself up and tugged his shoes on, then headed out of his make-shift room to get a better look at the museum. After a half hour of disappointed exploration (okay, so he'd taken a few things and settled them in his room.. for now) he had finally decided that he wanted to leave this place and explore outside. Perhaps get a good look at the walls that were keeping them in. The glass box that had been mentioned to him several times the previous day.

And that was what had brought him to the Doctor's office.. well, the Doctor's bedroom. He wanted to take a walk, but he certainly didn't feel like doing it alone, after giving the 'buddy' speech to a few people yesterday, he'd feel stupid going out on his own today. So he'd chosen himself a partner. The Doctor. No, no, not that kind of partner! Though, if he swung that way, the Doctor certainly wasn't bad looking.. the thought had Remy tilting his head.. but then he shook it to get rid of that image. Definitely not. Unless the Doctor had breasts under that suit and a fantastic-- Definitely not going there! The Cajun winced slightly at the mental image that he'd created and closed his eyes tightly. Out, image! Out! Dead puppies! Dead babies! Logan in a speedo!.. Oh, that had done it. The image of the Doctor was gone, replaced by something much more awful, but at least it wasn't the man behind this door. The door, in fact, that he was presently turning the knob to test it, before he was pushing it open silently. Only enough for his lithe body to make it through, and he was silently closing it behind, before heading across the room with careful steps, until he was right up alongside the sleeping alien. It reminded Gambit of a movie he'd once seen, but now certainly wasn't the time for that. So the Cajun moved to stand with his feet about level with the Rooster-Haired-Doctor's chest, so he could stare down at him like some sort of creepy red-eyed vulture, a smile starting to slowly creep across his face.. and very quietly, he crouched down, leaning forward some so that he was hovering slightly over the (much) older man.

"Docteur." The whisper from the red-head, he assumed, would likely startle the poor man awake. But it was all fun and games for Gambit, right now. It would be for a few more days. He wasn't really taking all of this seriously because he'd been in worse spots before and he'd always been able to get out. He'd always come out on top and this situation wasn't going to be any different, so he might as well enjoy it while he was here, right? It was interesting! There were new people, old people who were from different places, and an alien! A man with knives for hands.. the whole thing, the whole expreince, was fascinating for him and he wanted to assure that he got to take in every little thing, and.. well.. he was actually enjoying himself, for now. Enjoying himself because it was another puzzle he could solve out. It was another prison he could break out of. Another test for him to pass. Another place for him to prove that he was the best. And he would. This was a test, it was an experiment. And Remy was going to win.  "You 'wake?"


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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 12:32 am UTC (link)
The world the Doctor was in had a gateway. A gateway innocuous and quietly hidden from prying eyes. There was also a ballroom and courtesans and courtiers and socialites. The parquet'd floor was gleaming with polish and wax, and it was clear that in this realm tonight there was a party. The Doctor, clad in his suit was standing back against the wall, watching the crowd as it twirled and flitted away. This ball was a masquerade and the waltz that came from the well turned orchestra in the corner had been named by the Doctor 'Reinette.'

Abruptly the song changed, heralding the entry of the guest of honor - Madame du Pompadore. He knew that dress, each inch of it's fabric; but more importantly he knew that mind. The Doctor felt a smile creeping across his features as he waited in eager anticipation to catch the eye of a woman whom he'd marked as his equal; even his match, perhaps. Like electricity he a jolt ran up the Doctor's spine as he finally he managed to make fleeting eye contact. Was that a smile out of her as well?

Sliding through the crowd, a perception filter in full effect, the Doctor was on a collision course with the blonde. He was close, so close that if he wanted to, he could reach out and grasp her hand.

"Docteur," he heard in a whisper he knew did not belong to her. The spell of the dream had been broken despite the Time Lord's attempts to hold quite tightly to it. "Five more minutes," he grumbled into his pillow.

In the real world, the Doctor was laying face down on a pile of blankets in his room. His arms were wrapped around what could be loosely termed a pillow and his hair was flaying out in all directions as if refusing to sleep itself.

"You 'wake?" Came the same sort of whisper. At least, he thought it was a whisper because he was trying desperately to get back to Versailles.

"I'd rather not be," he grumbled, still not managing to remove his face from his pillow. He could get back there. Definitely. He could still smell her hair.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 12:40 am UTC (link)
"You dreamin' 'bout me, Docteur?" The Cajun teased lightly as he lifted his eyebrows, watching the other man hug that pillow like a drowning man would hug onto a flotation device. Or, you know.. how a drunk would hug onto his last bottle of whiskey. Or how a fat man hugs his whore. That thought made him scrunch his nose up. Another very unattractive image for the over-imaginative red-head.

"You gotta wake up, you comin' wit' me." Another quiet announcement, as he reached out to hover his hand over the other man, but didn't touch. Why? Because his attention had been caught by the God-Awful clothes at the foot of the Doctor's make-shift bed. Oh, those were just terrible.. he sort of wanted some. Maybe they had some yellow snake skin, or something equally as awful. Red leather cowboy boots. They'd be perfect for Logan. His lips curled up further as the sleepy Doctor got his full attention again. Poor man. "'De worl's on fire, Docteur. Ain' no good dream wort' lettin' it burn, oui? Gotta wake up."

And if he didn't respond soon, Remy was going to take drastic (read: fun) measures to get him up.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 12:49 am UTC (link)
"Not unless your name is Reinette," he snarked back. The french woman was fading. Deciding to let her go back into the recesses of his mind the Doctor's eyes blinked open as he dared to lift his head from the pillow. Still in the room with the desk and the greyed walls and the knock offs. Still there with blankets for a bed and a pillow made of itchy wool. He was still a prisoner.

"I'm what?" He asked in a drowsy voice. "It's what?" He wasn't quite listening. For a man with boundless energy he wasn't moving so well this morning. Perhaps it was because he'd not dreamed of Daleks or cybermen. Perhaps it was because he still quite longed for a pleasant dream - and once he managed one he'd been woke by a Cajun man standing in his bedroom.

The Doctor rolled over, squinting at the devilish looking man. "Where are we going now?" He was pushing up, curling his legs to the side. With little care and more reflex he ran his hands back through the uncontrollable mop on top of his head. Even his hair needed a bit of waking up he supposed.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 01:05 am UTC (link)
"For you, Docteur, I could be." Teased lightly, before he was standing up and crossing his arms over his chest, to stare down at the suited man on the ground. "You're comin' out wit' me 'dis morning. We gonna take a look 'roun' 'de place. Check out 'de walls, non? I need someone clever to come 'long. Keep me outta trou'le." He flashed the Doctor a smile then, even if it was lost in the dim light of the room.

"You dreamin' 'bout a pretty girl 'den, Docteur? Reinette? French. Était elle assez, le Docteur? A-t-elle senti bon?" His voice was so much easier, so much more smooth when he spoke French, it just came out nicer. And, of course, he had to question if she was pretty, and if she smelled nice. Then again, without his TARDIS, the poor Doctor might have found it hard to translate the Earth language. He didn't have much need to learn other languages, with that pretty blue box around. But here he was, without it. "You aliens. You comin' t'Earth. Stealin' all 'de good women. Oh bien. À propos, le Docteur, parlez-vous le français?" He would be surprised if the seemingly brilliant man in the suit didn't speak it. The Doctor seemed to know everything there was to know.. and while Remy LeBeau was schooled in some amazing, ancient languages (Latin, Mayan, Egyptian, Aztec, just to name a few..), he had yet to grasp English completely, and spoke only very bad Japanese, aside from his native French. Basically, everything he knew was useless, unless it was to help him steal something important. Knowing Egyptian inside and out had certainly helped while he was in Egypt (well, the Egyptian exhibit in the Smithsonian, that was), he'd known exactly what he'd needed, and he'd been arrogant enough to actually mark out some of the wrongly translated dialect, and re-write the proper bits, with permanent marker on the display, before he'd stolen the artifact.

He could certainly be a bastard. Remy LeBeau was no Saint, but he wasn't as bad as they came. Not by a long shot.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 01:19 am UTC (link)
"Gambit," he blinked, "You're not quite as entrancing as Madame de Pompadour," he said quietly. The Doctor's brow raised. He'd been recruited on a recon mission, it seemed. The Red-Head was proving to be one of the more inquisitive people he'd met in a long time. He might even rival Sarah Jane when he thought about it.

"Pas assez, beau," he responded fluidly. Calling Reinette pretty was like calling the universe big - an understatement. "Comme la pluie d'été et les fleurs fraîches," just as to say she smelled nice would be just a pale shadow. There was a freshness to Reinette, and it went past just her perfume - spring showers and fresh cut flowers. It sounded so waxing poetic, yet so appropriate.

Being that the Doctor had responded in Gambit's native tongue the Doctor assumed his last question didn't need much answering beyond that. "I'd say it more likely she stole me," he was pushing himself up to stand, walking to the chair where he pulled on his sneakers with care. "It feels like it must already be quite warm out there," he took in a deep breath, noticing a rise in pollen content consistent with a change in temperature.

"Ianto managed to get you interested in the wall, then?" He was turning on his chair and reaching into a drawer he pulled out a toothbrush and some toothpaste. No sense punishing the world with his morning breath when he always managed to talk so much.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 01:43 am UTC (link)
"Madame de Pompadour? You met her 'den? You gotta poin' me to 'de place you buy 'dat time machine, Docteur. I've gotta get me one." It was a joke, of course, because he certainly wouldn't know how to fly one, (assuming it was a ship) even if he was able to buy one. However, he was stepping away and moving to lean back against the wall, hand dipping into his pocket to finger at a few of the things he'd picked up along the way yesterday.

"She stole you, eh? Soun' like 'de Docteur has uh crush, non?" Another tease, because with the way the suited man spoke about her, he certainly had more than a crush, but Gambit wasn't going to explore that further. Instead, he was allowing the other man to end the topic there, if he so chose.

"Feels a lil' warmer in here." And if it was too warm out there, he'd be taking off his jacket and tossing it back into the museum, where he'd just have to come find it later, after their little adventure of sorts. "Yan'no, Wolvie, an' uh few ot'ers, inclu'in' you. If 'dere's a big wall of metal glass, I wanna see it for myself." Wanted to touch it with his own hand. Wanted to send a wave of energy through it and explode it. But he wouldn't. Logic told him that he'd blow up the glass, yes. Without a doubt. He could charge Wolverine's skeleton and cause it to explode inside his body (had he gone through with it, that was).. he could certainly charge any object he could get his hands on. But if he blew that glass up, they'd all die. Right? Right.

Still, maybe he'd bring it up to the Doctor later, all the same. Maybe he could manufacture some sort of.. well.. force field? Aliens could do that, right?

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 01:53 am UTC (link)
The Doctor let Gambit's intrigue about the origins of the TARDIS linger in the confines of the redheads imagination. He didn't need to tell Gambit that he'd stolen it, gone traipsing around the galaxy at the marked displeasure of his kinsmen, and gone on trial for interfering. In fact, what he was doing now might actually be termed interference.

As Remy insinuated that the Doctor had a crush on Reinette the Time Lord sat poker faced. More than a crush, it was sheer infatuation. The Doctor wondered if Gambit had managed to meet his match - and just what his match might actually wind up being like. Something told him that much like himself, Gambit needed someone who might stand toe to toe with him and challenge him. That would be fitting of the Cajun just as it was of the Time Lord.

Ignoring his coat which was draped rather carefully on the back of his chair, the Doctor pushed himself to stand. Turning he slid away the toothbrush and toothpaste. He was ready to go already. "Well, if you'd like to see it, it's not that far from here, actually."

The Doctor was up and running just like that. No breakfast, no special routine. If Remy wanted to see the wall, then see the wall he would. Besides, the Doctor wanted to have a nice long look at it himself while he tried to determine what sort of metal it was bound with for certain. The Doctor could dream of easy answers, couldn't he?

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 02:03 am UTC (link)
They all could dream of easy answers.. it was helpful, sometimes. And when the Doctor announced that the wall wasn't far from here, he nodded and gestured dramatically towards the door, bowing some at the waist. "You lead 'de way, mon ami." And once the Doctor had headed out of his office, Gambit was close behind, hand slipping into his pocket again, eyes lingering on a painting as they passed by before he took a few quick steps to catch up to his companion.

"Met a few people yes'erday." Conversationally started. "Dunno what 'dese guys are tryin' to accomplish, but 'dey're collectin' a wide range of people. Some pretty strange ones, too." As if the Cajun had room to talk about people being strange. He wasn't even supposed to exist, according to the Doctor-- not that Gambit knew it, of course. An evolutionary link. No interbreeding needed. The human race simply began to evolve on its own.

"Seem like mos' of 'dem are scare'." He breathed in deeply through his nose and forced his hands into his pockets a bit deeper, smiling as he did so. He definitely wasn't one of the scared ones. "You ain' careful, mon ami, you gonna have a rio' on your han's. Fear breeds fear. A crow' can quickly turn from a group of concern' people to a mob of terrifi' people. And people, when 'dey terrifi, 'dey do all kindsa stupid t'in's. Makes 'dem harder to control." Black and red eyes slid over to his friend as Gambit stepped up to tug the door open and allow the Doctor out first.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 10:10 am UTC (link)
The Doctor didn't just dream of easy answers he hoped for them. Constantly. Easy answers usually meant nobody died. Unfortunately, people had died here; even if it was possible it wasn't the people everyone thought they were.

"Strange ones?" The Doctor, obviously, hadn't managed to meet Edward yet. "Everyone I've met has seemed fairly run of the mill..." Sure, there had been people in the journals who's minds operated quite differently from his own; but, he wouldn't label them strange, just unconventional.

"I know," he said quietly when Gambit mentioned that so many of them seemed scared. The Doctor made his way down the stairs with almost a skip and a jump. His body was just waking up, it was like when you first started a car and the engine would race for a few moments before settling in.

"I'm hoping it won't come to that. My friends I think will be instrumental in keeping things somewhat calm while we work our way out of here," He was thinking primarily of the museum dwellers, the ones he knew he could implicitly trust. Jack, Ianto, Sarah Jane. Then came Dean, Sam, and Shannon. Speaking of Dean, he hadn't seen him in days... The Doctor tried to refocus. George could help, too, with her deadpan humor.

Who did the Doctor wish to avoid? Pretty much anyone affiliated with the night watch. To him, they radiated vigilante. They radiated a lack of self control. He didn't trust them. Recruiting murderers was poor form.

The Doctor was stepping off the road and into the forest, the ground having dried out due to the heat. He'd have to make mental note to come out and gather firewood later. "Some of them are scared because they're alone; others because they're out of control; still others because they have far too much time on their hands," he was rambling, just a touch.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 01:12 pm UTC (link)
"Oui, strange ones. 'Dere's a boy, got scissors on his hands." Or, so the girl in the Journal had said.. he'd thought they were knives but apparently not. "Seem strange to me." But maybe the Doctor had seen others like that before, Gambit couldn't know for sure. So maybe it wasn't strange to him. In any case, he was shrugging up his shoulders and looking up. It was hot out alright.. maybe he didn't need his coat.. but he'd wear it anyway, it had his weapons in the pocket.

"I t'ink we need to be careful how we deal wit' it." The scared people, of course. "People feel more proac'ive when 'dey doin' somet'in' to help 'demselves. You can' really expec' 'dem to sit 'roun' an' do no'tin', non? If 'dey're scare', 'dey need t'be given a task, an occupa'ion. Somet'in' to do. 'De more you sit i'le, an' 'de more someone tell you not to be scare', 'de more you gonna t'ink 'dat 'dere's somet'in' to be 'fraid of. 'De more you gonna sit 'roun', wit' time to t'ink t'in's up, t'ink 'bout how bad t'in's coul' be. You got somet'in' to do, 'den you ain't sittin' 'roun' won'erin'." Poor Doctor. Had he gotten all of that? "You give 'dem a lis'. Collec' 'dese t'in's up, you say. Say it'll help wit' gettin' 'dem outta here. Keep 'dere bodies busy an' 'dere min's won' have 'de time to t'ink. And if 'dey busy, 'dey ain' speculatin' amongs' 'demselves, an' freakin' on ano'ter out."

He walked along in silence a moment before turning those oddly colored eyes back onto the Doctor once again. "'Cause even 'de bes' people can go crazy, turn 'gains' o'ters, when 'dey scare'. An' we don' need a mu'tiny, non?"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 02:42 pm UTC (link)
"Scissors?" The Doctor's brow shot up. That was, different. He hadn't met anyone like that here or ever. He fancied that Gambit would know the difference between scissors and talons, so he didn't even venture to think that the person was some other species. A man with scissors for hands? That would be something the Doctor would very much like to see.

The Cajun, it seemed had gone to the same school of people management that the Doctor had. "Well, I had tried to set them up with tasks - namely getting a safe area together and measuring the glass wall. Though, there's a fairly strong contingent who seem convinced it be better to set up defenses and recruit murderers as some sort of night watch." Wait, was the Doctor really just showing what he thought of the night watch as more or less a whole? Sure, Jack had joined, but the rest of them? He pegged them for what thye were: power hungry near criminals - at least, that seemed to have been the recruiting ad for them anyway.

The forest had become almost thick and lush around them. The vegetation had come back greener than the Doctor had remembered and it seemed like this place was almost in a state of spring. Curiously, the Doctor could hear no birds.

"Sarah Jane, Jack, Ianto, Sam, Dean, and Shannon," he rambled them off slowly, "They'll manage the crowd, I'm quite certain of it," his tone didn't leave any room for doubt. He had a feeling somewhere each of them had their only little trinket of fear or worry; but, that didn't mean that they were unable to help keep this place afloat. He knew that they could and that they would.



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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 03:10 pm UTC (link)
Gambit scrunched his nose uncomfortably at the idea of vigilante justice, but then he remembered that, well.. that was almost what the X-Men were. Sort of. However, they were a much more controlled sort, and didn't just run off to do as they pleased. So the Cajun was nodding and letting out a slow breath as they passed by a particularly odd looking tree. Nothing like he'd ever seen before. "'Dey frien's of yours, Docteur?" He knew they were, of course. He had to be friends with them if he trusted them, right? Still, it sort of made the red-head wonder if the Doctor would trust him like that, if he'd be able to say something so matter-of-fact about him. Know that he could count on him. They'd known each other a little over twenty-eight hours now, but it didn't mean that they could trust one another like that, right?

Maybe not in normal circumstances.. but this was far from normal, and closer bonds formed in times of war and when you were in such desperate need. Remy was trying to decide if he trusted the Doctor as much as the Doctor seemed to trust those people.. and ultimately decided that he didn't. Not right now, at least. Sure, he trusted him a decent amount, but if it came down to it, he'd be looking out for number one, instead of hoping the Doctor would help. However, that could all very easily change given the proper situation. Saving someone's life, or helping them when they were injured, certainly helped to form a nice, strong bond. However, Gambit didn't think that things would get that bad here.

He hoped they wouldn't.

"'Dis fores' ain' so bad, non? Maybe a blanke', a nice lil' picnic baske'.. we have a good lunch out here." Playful talk from Gambit, who liked making light of situations. It helped his (and at times, other peoples) stress levels. "You jus' takin' me out here to get me 'lone." It was another tease, but was all in good spirits. "How far away is 'dis t'in'? Not far at all.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 06:10 pm UTC (link)
"Friends?" While the Doctor had intended a question of the word, it came out only slightly quizzical. Sarah Jane and Jack had been his companions. Ianto, well, he worked with Jack. Shannon, Sam, and Dean? Well, them he'd only just met here. What did they all have in common? The fact that the Doctor believed that he could, in fact, count on them; and that made them implicitly his friends. "Friends all, I suppose. Though, I'm not generally in the habit of collecting enemies."

The Doctor was carefully charting his course, the more thick the forest became the more it seemed sticks and rocks and roots seemed to want to jump up and catch a trainer clad foot. "You must still be hungry if you're talking about picnics," he derailled the red-heads joke.

"We should be running into it any time now..." A few more steps and the Doctor came to a slow stop. If Gambit squinted a little (or had better eyesight than the Doctor) he would be able to see their reflections in the glass wall just beyond. No rain today the Doctor found himself amazed at just how clear the stuff was.

"Well, there you have it."

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 06:28 pm UTC (link)
Remy, much unlike the Doctor, was in the habit of collecting enemies. He'd given up counting them. He just knew he had enough that if they were to band together.. they'd make an army. The Doctor, of course, had a literal army that was technically his enemy. Lucky him. But Gambit was grinning over at the man in the suit as he mentioned the picnic. "Starvin', Docteur." Assured with a light-hearted voice, before he'd looked across to where the other man had indicated.

It did take some squinting, but when the glass box came into sight he lifted his eyebrows and bent in a swift motion, not losing a step, and he fluidly came standing straight again, before he tossed the rock up, caught it, charged it up in seconds, and flung it at the wall. Upon impact it exploded, creating a reverberating sound through the enclosure, but the glass was left unscathed, and the Cajun whistled low. "Maybe next time, I use somet'in' bigger?" Because the stone, that hadn't been even an inch long, hadn't done any damage to the wall at all, though it likely could have killed a man, had he tossed it at them instead.

However, he was stepping up closing and smoothing his hand over where the rock had impacted, rubbing his gloved thumb over it, before he straightened again. "Merde. Not a scra'ch." He was impressed. He left his hand there, though, pressed into the glass like that. He had the urge to charge it up, just to see if he could do the whole thing.. but he didn't.

Not yet, anyway.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 06:41 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor made mental note to show Gambit the gas station, something told him a hungry Cajun was a grumpy Cajun. He could have been wrong, but better safe then sorry.

Comfortable in his spot the Doctor quietly observed as Gambit stooped and chucked the glowing rock at the glass. His arms had been crossed, but upon impact the Doctor was left grabbing at his ears. The frequency of the as it vibrated away literally squelched in the Doctor's ears. Doubling over, his face a contorted look of pain and annoyance he waited for the noise to stop. "How about a warning next time?" he complained, pulling at his ears a little. It would have been worse had he still been cursed with those sattelite dishes on the side of his head, he could feel it.

"No one has been able to physically harm the wall yet," The Doctor volunteered. Oh, that sound was going to bring on one wicked headache, wasn't it? "Oh, and digging under it? So far, no luck with that, either." Hence why the Doctor wanted to measure it, see how high the thing went. For all he knew it could be miles. Unlikely that, being that the physical tolerance of the glass probably wouldn't allow such things; but, one never could tell with the morally questionable.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 06:49 pm UTC (link)
"You got some of 'dat alien hearin', Docteur?" He was smiling as he asked though, lifting his eyebrows up before tilting his head some, allowing red hair to hang into his face again. "Je suis désolé." He apologized easily, then turned his eyes to the wall again. It was interesting to him that the Doctor had better hearing.. he didn't look all that special on the outside, but he must have been completely different inside.

Though, when the Doctor announced that no one had been able to physically harm it, the Cajun took on a lopsided, cocky smile and looked back at the Doctor, head lulling to the side as he did. "I coul' blow it to tiny pieces, mon ami." He assured him in a slow, arrogant tone. There was that ego again. "Anyt'in'." Reminded as the Cajun directed his attention back to the wall. "I jus' kill all of us 'lon' wit' it, an' I ain' 'dat despera'e yet, sont vous?" Are you?, he asked in that smoother French. "I coul' try." But he couldn't just charge one area. Couldn't charge up a circle or a square.. it had to be all or nothing, and it would explode with such force that everyone that could die.. would die. Not that great of an outcome, in Gambit's book. Unless, of course, he was one of the ones who couldn't die, like Wolverine.

Bastard.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 07:14 pm UTC (link)
"Alien hearing?" The Doctor hadn't really realized just how his being an alien' had labelled him so differently for the Cajun. Though, the Doctor just assumed it was an attempted at humor on Gambit's part as opposed as something intended to be a slight. No, the Cajun was far too good humored for that sort of thing. "It's just a bit more... well refined." Alright, so he had slightly superior hearing, it also helped that he knew how to use it. How not to use it included listening to the phonically charged glass vibrate and screw with it's own electrical field - that was a bad idea.

As Gambit apologized the Doctor nodded, it's not like he could have known that his trick would have had that sort of effect on the Doctor. "When you touch something, how long does it hold that charge?" That would be the first in a series of questions Gambit had picqued with that demonstration of his.

"Well, then I'd say that charging up the wall would be a bad choice.." He didn't need to think any further than shards of glass raining down upon all the occupants of this place. Last thing he wanted to ever think of again. Well, it was in a long line of things he never wanted to think of (among them a story Jack had once told him involving and Grizone Elephant and a pair of trainers.)

When the redhead had asked if the Doctor was desperate he just smiled and shook his head. So far there was no indication of physical danger, no tangible threat to himself, these people, or the universe; this was no time to be feeling desperate.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 07:39 pm UTC (link)
"Up to a minu'e." The Cajun offered up the answer easily. The Doctor knew about it, so he wasn't planning on hiding any information concerning his power.. what would be the use in that? "Depends on 'de size of 'de objec', an' 'de way I charge it." He shrugged up a shoulder and smiled aside at the Doctor once again.

"Not desper'e? Bien. You don' look like a man who resor' to despera'ion much." The Doctor looked like the sort of man who'd exhaust every option before becoming desperate for a solution. That was one thing Gambit had liked about him. He seemed calm, sure of himself.. not a nervous wreck like many of the people he'd seen around here.

"You say diggin' don' work?" He was just reminding himself, really, not asking the Doctor a direct question. "'Den I t'ink we stuck for a bit." Until they could figure out something else. Anything else.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 08:44 pm UTC (link)
"A minute.." The Doctor was letting his mind work around the idea of a half-life for Gambit's energy wondering how it depleted itself from the object once charged and if it were possible for the object to have it's properties altered by the sudden change in molecular stability. In his mind he thought perhaps it might weaken the molecular bonds; but, he coud be completely off there. Even still...

"Oh, desperation is generally a state I try to avoid." While the Doctor knew he was very good when desperate, that didn't mean he liked how he acted in moments of desperation. There was something that made him think that the quiet, icy-hot rage that lived in the back of his head lost a bit of it's quite impervious cage when desperation set in.

His hands were set firmly in his pockets. Yeah, the Doctor was in scientist mode at the moment. "We'll find a way around, through, or below it," the Doctor said carefully. He wasn't going to let a wall convince anyone that they were going to be prisoners forever - he'd been in far worse prisons than this one.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 08:59 pm UTC (link)
Gambit honestly didn't know.. he didn't usually charge things and then remove the energy. Though, if he did it over and over and over again to an object, it might weaken it enough to cause it to release its bonds and simply crumble. But he'd never considered it. He wasn't really that.. well.. science-oriented. He had street smarts, common sense. Book smarts came over time as he learned from others. He'd learn a lot from the Doctor.

"If 'dere are no doors, you ain' gonna get 'roun' it. If 'dere's a ceilin', you ain' gonna get over it. I t'ink t'rough it's 'de only op'ti'n." Even as he said that, he spread his fingers out and the glass there began to glow softly and turn a transparent pink, which then darkened into a thicker red, radiating out at about an inch a second.. but once it got to a foot radius out from his hand, he breathed in and the color slowly drew itself back in, the light fading away with it as the Cajun pulled the energy back into his body, then removed his hand to inspect the glass. Nothing.

"Well, we shou' check all 'de way 'roun', non?" Personally, that was. What if someone else had missed something? Gambit was beginning to walk along the edge, just a few feet from the glass, slowly.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-08 12:26 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor knew - he knew he wanted to get his modulator done, come out here and get to work. He wanted to set it up at the weakest point in the glass' curvature and let the magic of sound work it's best on their prison. He wanted to be victorious and take down the wall. Then, he wanted to get his TARDIS and he wanted to stop at his favorite chip shop in Cardiff. Then, for fun, he'd try and find Gambit in his own world, just to see if he could. Sidetracked a moment he wondered: In Gambit's world was there still a Gallifrey? Was there still a him?

Blinking back into the real world with the Cajun and the daunting glass wall the Doctor worked to keep his focus. "Well make this wall move," was the Doctor's final comment on the matter. He refused to even think of failure as an option.

The Doctor watched with more than mild curiosity as Remy seemed to test his ability on the wall. It was good to see that it didn't offer any resisaence - the Doctor had half expected that after all.

"Well, I'm up for a walk if you are, though, if I remember correctly it took Dean a few days to make the entire circumference." The Doctor was already off and walking anyway. He was feeling jittery, he didn't like when he felt this way. It usually accompanied something that must not be. Problem being a timelord, you could sometimes sense when things that must occur were going to happen.

The Doctor hoped his sense was off this time. Perhaps Jack from another time period had been dropped into the fishbowl. Yeah, that could be exactly it.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-08 02:33 pm UTC (link)
"'Den we make 'de wall move." Gambit agreed easily, pushing that partially gloved hand back into his pocket as he moved along easily behind the Doctor, quickening his stride just a bit to come up along his side and walk next to him. "A couple days? He mus' walk slow, mon ami. Unless 'dese woods are bigger 'dan it seem." Because he'd made it around town completely in only about eight hours.. he could see this taking twelve, or even sixteen.. but certainly not a few days. Not unless it really stretched out far, away from the borders of the town.

But he would walk in silence with the other man for a long time, keeping an easy, steady pace just a few feet off of the wall, between the glass and the trees in the small path around. Sure, there was underbrush but it was easier than having to dodge through trees. In fact, it wasn't until they came to a turn in the glass, some twenty minutes later, that red eyes were turning aside to the Doctor again.

"You worry 'bout 'de Weevils, Docteur?" Gambit prompted innocently, eyebrows lifting as he appraised the alien beside him. He seemed a bit off.. perhaps, really, a bit pensive. Worried, even. Which, of course, was why Gambit had questioned him in the first place. It wouldn't do to have a worried Doctor.. people messed with their hair, often, when they were worried. And the other man's hair was really just fantastic the way it was right now (he needed to ask Edward if he could do that to his hair.. then again, ginger hair might not look quite right in that style. The Cajun made a curious noise, but was quickly drawn back to the present.

"You seem concern' 'bout somet'in', non?" Remy, of course, was thinking that something was wrong around them. He was thinking that something was in the woods. Maybe the other man could hear it with those super-duper-alien-satellite-ears? But a warning would be nice.

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