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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-13 00:13:00

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!complete, day 11, location: underground tunnels, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Day 11: 12:00AM
Who: The Doctor and Gambit
When: Midnnight, day 11
Where: The Tunnels beneath Vas
What: Exploring
Rating: PG~
Status: complete

The Doctor had listened intently as Gambit tried to explain the nature of what his power felt like. The Doctor could, actually, envision the warmth that Gambit described, a transference of energy - he knew that feeling well enough. Though, for him it was usually quite uncomfortable, something he wanted to get out and away with as quickly as possible. The Doctor started considering how Remy metabolized energy, how and where he stored it. It was like a puzzle for the Doctor, really and he liked knowing how things worked.

When Remy said something about being a god among insects the Doctor carefully maintained his poker face. For a moment he couldn't quite figure out what to think of that. Though, being the sort to judge based on character and actions rather than poorly chosen phrases, the Doctor took it to mean that the Cajun had an understanding of the scope and power of his abilities, and not that he actually intended to take over the world with them.

More toe wiggling, it was making the Doctor feel as if maybe his back was loosening. Just a smidge. Yes, it was loosening a smidge. The Doctor stretched, arms aiming toward the ceiling. His back was feeling better already. Less movement, less strain, no carrying people or chunks of concrete, it was easy to see how the rest had been good for his back.

"When you get back home, what are you going to do?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-13 12:07 am UTC (link)

That was a good choice on the Doctor's part. English wasn't Gambit's first language, after all.. if he'd made such a statement in French, maybe the Doctor would have a reason to worry, but most things could be blamed on his lack of proper English vocabulary. Regardless, he was breathing in deeply and closing his eyes again, allowing himself to relax just a bit before the Doctor prompted him with his next question, and he broke into a grin, reopened those red eyes, and turned his head aside to look at his companion.

"Gon' eat a big meal. Gon' curl up on a warm bed wit' silk shee's. Gon' have somet'in' to drink'. Buy a big T.V., lay down in 'de bed, invi'e some girls over, an' enjoy myself." If that wasn't one of the biggest lies he'd told while here, Lord knew what was. He might be able to have a decent meal. But past that? The Cajun was screwed. And he was convinced, that during his time here, the X-Men would look for him. He was convinced that they'd look for him, and use all of their resources to find out where he was, but never succeed. They would, though, find out all of his dirty little secrets, and when he got back? He'd be without a place to sleep.

Again.

"Gon' be grea'. Wha' you gon' do when you get outta here?" Prompted in return, as he kept his attention focused on the blue-suited Doctor. He'd really like to know the answer to that.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-13 08:15 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor was quiet. Outwardly he was quite still and inwardly his mind had slowed to a very deliberate pace. He was focusing his attention on his back, his ears swimming vaguely in the Cajun's reply. It didn't surprise him that Gambit rambled off the things he did; though it was fairly amusing to hear where his priorities were.

"Go back to the TARDIS, it's all I have, really. The old girl and all of time and space, traveling and whatnot." The Doctor's voice was quiet, indicative of the paced way his mind was trying to slowly work his muscles.

Though, what he had told Gamrbi, that was about the whole of it. He'd be back in the big blue box and once more exploring, never knowing what the next day would bring and sometimes even picking a destination by throwing a tennis ball at the console and seeing what random destination it chose. The whatnot? Saving the universe? Well, that only happened on very special and rare occasions.

"Oh, and take Shannon out for a ride or two; that is if she doesn't completely implode when she sees the inside of the TARDIS," he said this with a fond smile. He may not have told Shannon about his insides, but she knew about the TARDIS. In some ways, the TARDIS was almost easier to explain than himself.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-13 09:50 pm UTC (link)

"Back to 'de space machine? Back home 'den, non?" The Cajun smiled more and closed his eyes, shaking his head against the wall some, before he looked back up to the ceiling again, staring for a while, picking out a crack there. But it looked steady. Thankfully. "Jus' a few times? You shoul' fin' someone gon' ride wit' you more 'den a few times, homme." Though, even as he said that, he was pushing away from the wall and sitting forward, curling his legs in so that he could sit Indian style and stretch his back out a little.

"Wha's your ship like?" He was ready for the story, because the Doctor obviously felt pretty strongly about his ship.. sort of the way Gambit felt about his staff.. but that was gone now, and he was sure he'd never see it again. "Silv'r saucer, non?" He doubted it, but couldn't help the question. The Doctor would probably scold him for his comic reading again, but Remy didn't mind. He was amusing, for him.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-13 10:06 pm UTC (link)

"The TARDIS, yes." The TARDIS was the closest thing he had to a home, so he supposed that Gambit wasn't all wrong in assuming that was where he'd be. "Oh, I don't know, she may not want to travel with me more than once." The Doctor wasn't being humble, something told him that maybe Shannon had more of an appreciation for the quiet life after crash landing on an island and then being dropped off here.

"Well, there's Donna, after all. I'll have to try and remember when this place took me from, I'm certain she'll be fuming if I don't turn up promptly." He could hear it already, calls of 'spaceman' and insinuations that he could just take off and leave her. Like he'd do that to her any place or time other than her own.

"Hardly," he let his tone do the reprimanding. "TARDIS type 40, with a broken chameleon circuit. Always looks like a big blue box. Though, you wouldn't be likely to notice it, has a perception filter."

"Before I travel too much, I've got to make sure you lot all manage to get back home safe and sound."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-13 10:31 pm UTC (link)

"I t'ink cons'an' a'venture migh' be too much for some people, non? Some people gotta have a home, a house wit' a dog an' kids, you know? Ain' everyone's cup of tea." He lifted a hand to rub back through his hair, before smirking and looking aside at the Doctor once again.

"Donna? She one uh your frien's?" The ones he'd talked about the other night. Gambit could only assume, and was lifting his eyebrows. "You got plen'y of lady frien's, ain' you got any guy frien's ain' fruits?" And he meant that in the nicest way possible. He wasn't meaning to be rude, it was just the what he called them. Jack and Ianto, that was. "TAR'IS type for-y? Wit' 'de broken chamel'in circu'. Soun' fancy, you ain' fix 'de circu?" If the Doctor was so clever, why wasn't it fixed yet? The Cajun tsked him, and was leaning back again, lifting his hand to rub at the injured shoulder. It felt better, now that he'd rested it a while.

However, when the Doctor announced that he wanted them all to get home safe and sound, he smirked a little and let his eyes close as he thought. It was a good full minute before he opened them once more and gave the Doctor his complete attention. "Home." Repeated, before he breathed in deeply and crossed his arms over his chest, to help hold up the injured shoulder. "You sure everyone gon' wan' go home, Docteur?"

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-14 05:42 pm UTC (link)

"Adventure, upheaval, change..." The Doctor could think of a million reasons why a person might not want to travel with him. He'd been turned down a few times over the centuries, after all. Though, it seemed more often than not the thrill of the escapade outweighed the fear of the unknown. Or, at least perhaps his charm knocked away the fear a bit.

The Doctor would have made more mention of Donna, however his mind became too locked up on the term 'fruits.' He didn't quite put two and two together until he realized that perhaps Gambit meant Jack. "Human sexuality becomes a rather curious thing in the future..." Male, female, bipedal, no-pedal, furry, hairless -- in the future it doesn't matter. That was where human evolution turned as pheromones mixed and dancing took on a whole new meaning. Jack was just a product of the century he had been born into.

"I sort of like the TARDIS the way it is..." If it wasn't a big blue box any longer he wondered if he'd be able to find it on the first go. It was always important to be able to find something recognizable, and it wouldn't do trying to walk into a plain old car on a street where all the cars looked the same, now would it?

The Doctor watched as Gambit tested his shoulder and came to the conclusion that it might be a good time to start moving again. Pushing up from the wall he extended a hand to the Cajun. "I can't imagine too many people wanting to stay here."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-14 05:51 pm UTC (link)

The Cajun smirked when he was told about human sexuality in the future, and he was suddenly very happy he'd been born in the.. well. past, he guessed. But he was reaching up with his good and and taking that offered one, to help pull himself to his feet, then he was accepting the jacket back and sliding it on carefully, while exchanging the boot between hands to keep the light.

"I woul'n' min' stayin' here. Or goin' somewhere else." He didn't know where 'here' was, but beyond this glass? It might be nice. There might be somewhere else that he liked more. A new place where he could get a new start.. or restart an old one.

"'Dese people, 'dey come from lotsa places, non? Maybe one of 'dem be more fun 'den mine." He was pushing his bad hand into his pocket and letting the other one linger near his side, with that boot. He didn't, after all, have anyone to go back to. Not really. A girl who didn't like him and a group of people who didn't need him. His rival didn't even know him. This place was screwed up. And so was the place he was from. But he was moving along at the Doctor's side, continuing along through the tunnels, red eyes sharp on the walls around them.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-14 06:17 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor wanted to respond with something akin to 'Really?' When the Cajun said that he wouldn't mind staying. While the Doctor had found quite a few points where he and Gambit were quite alike; this one difference stuck out like a sore thumb for the Time Lord. The Doctor never really wanted to stay anywhere. He didn't want to land, put down roots or make home - because in the end things would always change. Time would keep on going and the world around him was subject to it. That weathering of time upon people was probably what troubled him most - an adventure he would never be privy to.

"Different time and place. Universes, I suspect.," the Doctor confirmed Remy's observation. "With as many people whom had been dropped here from my universe it wouldn't be surprising if someone else turned up from yours. Would you want them to?" The Doctor knew what his answer to that question would be: Never. As much as his companion's minds supplemented his own in so many cases; he didn't want to have them in the middle of this mess.

The Tunnel in front of them came to a T and the Doctor arbitrarily decided to turn left - in honor of Donna, of course. Turning left to save the universe. The Doctor had an affinity for left handed turns all the sudden.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-14 06:33 pm UTC (link)

That was where he'd misunderstood Gambit's meaning. Would he want to stay here? Yes. For a change of pace. He didn't want to go back to where he'd been, particularly. He never really wanted to go back to places he'd been to.. and he'd been to a great many places. Russia. Brazil. China. Japan.. he liked to travel. Find new places. Meet new people. See new things - steal them. He liked having a change of scenery, and this place, even as awful as it seemed, was new and exciting for him. It was welcome.. but he certainly wouldn't want to live here. He liked moving around.

"Woul' I wan' anyone from my worl' to come here? Non. You crazy?" He flashed the Doctor a lopsided smile. "Non. Def'ntly non." And no where near for the same reasons the Doctor didn't want any of his people coming here. The Doctor wanted to save them from this. Gambit wanted to save himself from them. No. He didn't want them here.

"An' I can guess you 'de same way?" He wouldn't want his people here, either. His friends. Because they were just that: friends. And this place certainly wasn't safe.

The Cajun made the left hand turn in time with the Doctor, having been able to anticipate where he was going with the slight changes in his body. He was very good at that. He had to be.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-14 09:18 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor's features turned a bit less serious and perhaps a bit more amused as Gambit said he wouldn't want people from his world here. Though, it wasn't surprising. Something about the Cajun struck the Doctor as far too independent to really need, let alone want, someone else here.

"Though my friends are nothing but a strength when they are here; I can't help but think that they don't deserve this." Martha, especially, didn't deserve this. He still didn't know if it was her in the woods. He didn't know if she'd simply been sent back to where she had been before. The Doctor didn't even know when that was. He had to take it as hope - that she'd been sent back. Because if she had been sent back, they all could be.

The Cajun shadowed the Time Lord's movements and the Doctor couldn't help but think that he'd missed his calling to be an acrobat or a dancer. Perhaps even a fencing champion. Not many people were so apt at mimicry.

The tunnel before them had started to noticeably narrow, so much so that the Doctor pushed ahead so that he could squeeze up what seemed almost like a narrow chute, wooden slats leading upward. Pulling himself up the Doctor pushed open the trap door again, it turning over with a large smack of wood upon wood. Pulling himself up and out he looked around. He was in a barn. A barn with couches.

Peeking back down over the edge he'd just come out of he grinned at the Cajun, "You alright to make the climb?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-14 09:31 pm UTC (link)

The Cajun walked along silently while the Doctor spoke about his friends, idly wondering what something like that would be like. But he dismissed the thought as soon as it had come around. Having someone like that around was more of a hindrance than a help. He didn't need someone tagging around trying to be a help, trying to be a strength. Because it always came down to them being a weakness, and they always were.

Gambit was opening his mouth to comment, but then the Doctor was opening another trap door and Gambit was looking up curiously. Was he alright to climb? "I t'ink I manage, mon ami." And once the Doctor was headed up, the Cajun was as well, slowly but surely. He even nudged the trap door closed once he was out and charged down his boot. Thankfully, it hadn't fallen apart yet, so he was bending to slide it on, leaving the laces undone. It, of course, made the barn dark enough that it was impossible to tell what was around, so he was putting his hands in his pockets and charming up his coat, to be a beacon of light as they moved through the darkness.

And the Cajun, upon seeing those couches, was groaning. "'Dis is heaven, non?" Without waiting for the Doctor, the red-head was heading over to one and sitting down with a slow breath.. and with a sweeping hand, he knocked off the bits of food there, and settled down onto his back, kicking his feet up onto one arm while his head rested on the other. One hand ended up stretched along the back and his coat went dark while the couch took on the soft glow, lighter than his boot had been, because of its size.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-14 10:24 pm UTC (link)

Gambit emerged from the hole and shut the door behind him leaving it seamlessly concealed among the wooden slats. No wonder no one had noticed. He supposed they were lucky to have not had a couch placed on top of it, though.

"Heaven?" The Doctor had never bothered to give much thought to heaven or hell given the nature of his species and the fact he was a scientist. The concept intrigued him; but, in practical terms he didn't quite understand the application. Seeing the birth and destruction of galaxies didn't tend to do much for the religious aspects of a person's development. Energy he understood, cause and effect; but, a benevolent force controlling the universe? Not so much.

The Doctor took up a seat of his own on a nearby couch. Before he knew it he was leaning back into the musty cushions. He felt so much more comfortable than on the floor in the tunnel. "You seem nearly as alone as I am," he said off handedly, looking up at the barn's rafters. He had a hard time understanding how a human might live that way. Their lives were too short.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-14 10:37 pm UTC (link)

"Ain' not'in' wron' wit' bein' alone, mon ami." The Cajun reminded him easily, turning his head to look over at him, red eyes locking onto the dimly lit form of the lounging Doctor. For some reason, this immediately reminded him of a shrink's office, with both of them on couches. And it caused a grin to spread across his face... but soon, it was back to the conversation at hand.

"No one to worry 'bou'. No one t'be use' agains' you. No pain. No sufferin'. You jus' gotta look out for yourself. Jus' one mout' to feed, when you go to bed hungry, you don' feel bad you coul'n' feed your frien', you jus' feel hungry." He breathed in deeply through his nose before releasing it through his mouth. "Ain' got no one to miss, when 'dey die. Ain' got no one to worry 'bou' missin' you, when you die." Everyone died, some time. Even great Time Lords.. or so Gambit assumed. Even Logan, one day, would die. Nothing could live forever. Forever, some day, would come to an end.

Everything died. "We gon' sleep here tonigh'?" Gambit was fine with that. In fact, he was hoping for it. And even if the Doctor decided he wanted to go back, maybe the Cajun would stay anyway. This couch beat a floor any day.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-15 01:42 pm UTC (link)

"Your lives are too short to spend alone," he cast off quickly. It was his opinion and he was right to have it. He'd seen human lives go by in a blink and the ebb of time wear away people until all that was left was dust, and sometimes not even that. It was the problem of being a Time Lord - time was relative for you; but the only constant for everyone else.

It saddened the Doctor for Gambit as his ramblig continued. He imained that for the Cajun it made sense - he did seem fiercely independent, thought, the Doctor wondered what had made him that way. His back to couch cushions, the Doctor turned his gaze to fix on the red eyed man, trying to scatch him in the low light that eminated from him. The Doctor would have shaken his head, but he was too tired. He couldn't see someone as full of life as Gambit running though his life avoiding attachments. Sooner or later it had to happen with someone or something. The Doctor knew you couldn't avoid companions forever - eventually they just managed to choose you. Hell, look at Donna.

"I'm going to sleep here," he said with a yawn, snuggling down into the rancid smelling foam. He could smell the scent of old rain and dirt and age; yet, ti didn't make the cushion any less comfortable.

"Something tells me a cushion would be good for my back."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-15 02:22 pm UTC (link)

"Oui." He agreed quietly, to the Doctor's statement that their lives were too short for that. But he'd leave it with that and say nothing more. Instead, he shifted on the couch and slowly removed his hand from the cushion after drawing the light out of it.

"You a wise lea'er, mon ami." It was definitely a good idea to sleep here. The sun would wake them in the morning and the Cajun wasn't concerned about it. If he slept until noon, he wouldn't miss the morning.

"Nigh', Docteur." The smooth voice of the Cajun came through the dark, before he went quiet once again. This was a good spot to rest.

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