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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-15 21:46:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 11, ianto jones, location: barn, logan, open, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Day 11: Fixing up the Barn
Who: The Doctor, Gambit, Ianto, Logan, Jack and still very OTA
What: Making the barn habitable
Where: The Barn
When: 3:30 PM, day 11
Rating: PG-13, depending?

Status: Complete

Returning to the barn had seemed like the right thing for the Doctor to do following his chat with Jack. It had leveled him a bit and made the Doctor focused back upon what was important - and for now it was caring for the people he was here with - not running off on mission impossible hoping that he might be able to make things go his way.

The crackled road wound around and revealed the structure with it's leaning roof, dislocated hay loft, and singular wall that was leaning of it's own accord. Somehow, The pair of them had found the one spot within it that had allowed them to climb out of the tunnal the day before. There wasn't a ton of space in there; but, there was potential. There were the couches, and a sturdy enough tin roof. There were remnants of the walls from before and a floor that seemed relatively intact. The Doctor knew that with some help he could make something of this place.

Crossing off the road onto the gravel path that lead up to what had formerly been the entry to the barn he ducked inside and in an act of finality, he pushed a couch right over top of the trap door. If this place was going to be their shelter, it wouldn't do to have someone barging in on them at nightfall. Or at any fall for that matter.

"We all live in a yellow subarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine," the Doctor sang away as he pushed the couches around the barn turned lean-to. Walking up he pushed on the remaining wall. It shuddered a little, but it seemed stable enough. All he needed was someone to help him reinforce the tin roof. Wouildn't do having it blown off onto the barn below at the slightest hint of wind.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-15 09:27 pm UTC (link)

"Oui, it's nice. Gon' put up ligh's on it, maybe a Chris'mas tree, for decora'ion, what you t'ink?" Smoothly returned as he glanced back at his claimed corner.. but then the Doctor mentioned his jacket and the Cajun was turning to look at him again, head tilting to match the Doctor's earlier motion. Mimic. "Ain' got 'de coa' or book?" Maybe he hadn't seen Shannon yet. Well. "You shoul' go see Shan, homme. I t'ink she got somet'in' for you." Gambit had gone by to see Shannon today and had brought her whatever food he could find, along with some water. He'd also made himself a little stock pile in his 'room'. But he'd forgotten all about the Doctor's things, or he might have grabbed them. Oh well, the Doctor looked like he needed something to do, anyway. Poor man. Gambit was fine with lazing around for a while.

"Wai', call 'de people for help? Non, Docteur, you gon' offer out our house to 'dese people? Was gon' be our house, was gon' put up a whi'e picke' fence, gon' get a dog. Make you pie an' stuff. Like a good housewife, non?" The smile made it obvious that he was joking around, but still, he would have liked to keep this place to himself.. but he knew he couldn't. So he was turning to head back for his small self-made room, leaning in to grab his journal (he'd been talking with The Insider, recently), as well as a Twinkie. The Journal was brought over, and he tossed the Doctor the Twinkie (look what he'd found! Food.) before tugging out his pen and flipping the book open to scribble messily with his left hand. After a few seconds, he snapped the book shut and tossed it back towards the couch beneath the slats, in the corner.

"You ruinin' my hopes an' dreams, Docteur." Accused again, but he clearly wasn't upset. Or maybe he was, and he just hid it well. Sometimes it was hard to tell with the thief.

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THIS POST BE OTA!

fromgallifrey
2009-06-16 07:02 pm UTC (link)

"Shannon has my coat?" The Doctor sounded mildly perplexed by that. Something told him that in the middle of an earthquake grabbing his coat wouldn't have been at the top of the list of things for her to do. Perhaps someone had gone in looking for the modulator and noticed it? That seemed more likely to the Time Lord.

The Doctor had never been very good at being lazy. Usually if he was caught staring at the ceiling or doing something leisurely it was because he wanted to be caught that way - not because he was enjoying the activity. Even his holidays were active with tours and seminars and courses. He never really did manage to stop well.

Gambit had replaced his comedian's mask and the Doctor knew that perhaps things were still normal despite the quake. The Doctor thought he heard a crinkle of cellophane as Gambit leaned over only to have his suspicions confirmed as a twinkie was hurled in his general direction. He caught it easily and marveled. "Haven't seen one of these in years," he turned the snack around in his palm, enjoying the fact that even in the future Twinkies were the same. They were comforting, even if he didn't usually eat them.

"Hopes and dreams? Ruining?" He said, peeling back the plastic wrap. "I happen to quite enjoy hopes and dreams," the twinkie was shoved in his mouth to the Doctor's sugar-coated delight. "Where'd you find this, anyway?"

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THIS POST BE OTA!

ace_of_clubs
2009-06-16 07:27 pm UTC (link)

"Oui. An' your book. An' some paintin's." Cooly, from Gambit. And if the Doctor looked at him curiously, he'd shrug his shoulders up and flash him that same easy grin. "I saw 'dem. She hoarden' 'dem. T'ief." He accused light-heartedly, before turning to look back at his little room, studying it a moment as the Doctor asked where he'd found the Twinkie. Only then did he spin around in a graceful motion to look once again at his companion. "Foun' it." He'd found it, along with all of the other remaining pieces of food in the Convenience store. And he'd taken every. single. bit. of it, down to the left over water bottles and sodas that hadn't been ruined. And he'd hid them. Yes. He'd hid them. In his bedroom, under that couch.

And no, he wasn't giving them up.

"You t'ink you gon' fit everyone in here, Docteur? How you gonna divide up rooms so 'dat everyone don' en' up figh'in' on ano'ter?" He could already tell that not everyone got along with everyone else in this place. Gambit, though, tried to get on with everyone, all the time. It was a defense mechanism. People weren't going to kill you if they liked you, generally. Sometimes that rule wasn't always a rule.. but for the most part..

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