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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-17 15:54:00

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!dropped, day 11, location: gym, shannon rutherford, the doctor (ten)

Day 11: 8PM
Who: The Doctor and Shannon Rutherford
What: Friends catch up following disaster
Where: Near the Gym
When: Day 11, 6:00PM~
Rating: TBD

Status: Active

It had been a day of ups and downs for the Doctor. He'd encountered someone new, a pair of old friends, and enjoyed the company of the motley crew that the person behind the curtain had assembled while they tried to make right the barn's structure. It was going to be work to get that last bit done; though, the Gallifteyan had no doubt at all that they would accomplish their goals. Natural optimist, he couldn't help it.

For now he'd let his aspirations settle upon the first task of setting up shelter then he'd turn his attention where it really belonged: on the people encamped in the glass bubble. The impossible glass bubble. The excrutiating glass bubble. As he continued to let his mind set on the difficult the Doctor's features became harder and harder. All the talk he'd had with Jack and Sarah Jane had faded to the back of his mind. At the front was an impossible bubble and some handwriting that claimed responsibility. his jaw set as he took a deep breath. He couldn't get his attention off it.

Kicking a stone down the street with the museum at his back he continued in the direction of the gym. Each passing structure caused the Doctor to sink more and more into the pits of fury. He hadn't been this angry in a very long time. He'd been able to lock it away far too easily with Rose there to temper him. Who would temper him here? Who would remind him of what was important? What was important?

The gym was quiet. The world around the gym was still. Rain had paused for a few moments and the Doctor found himself in a chilled wind in the growing dark. It was all he could do to breathe. He wanted to storm through the town, and break it apart until he figured out how it all worked and understood all this place's secrets. He wanted to find the fool behind the word play in the journals and teach them what captivity truly meant.

The Doctor only stared at the road, willing his mind to still.

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-19 12:07 am UTC (link)

Wrapped in the Doctor's coat, Shannon sat with her knees drawn up slightly - not all the way to her chest as she'd have liked, because the wound in her side pulled painfully and wouldn't permit it - and stared up at the sky. There was little to see other than the sun beginning to set. In fact, Shannon couldn't even find it in her heart to find the sight aesthetically pleasing, because she felt so dark. It wasn't terribly cold, but somehow being alone on the dying grass and wishing she could go inside to visit Jenny or Dean...or anyone, really, and knowing that she couldn't stomach the very idea of it made her feel a little bit colder. The dampness of her clothes and the fact that she was still in her skirt and a tank top, her sweater and the rest of the thrift shop clothes lost in the rubble of the museum, didn't help, of course.

Shannon lowered the coat when the rain had stopped. She'd been using it to keep her head dry, as well. The Doctor was by no means massively larger than she - in fact, far from it, as there was not much of a difference in size between them at all - but the coat somehow felt bigger than it looked on the outside. Shannon, actually, was practically swimming in it. If he ever did come by, she hoped that he wouldn't be upset that she'd been using it. Somehow, she didn't think he would. It wasn't like he had any personal possessions to be hiding in the pockets and she hadn't (and wouldn't) touch his journal, understanding the potential desire for the small bit of privacy they symbolized in a place where everyone was crowded into a choice few buildings. Especially now, she supposed, that the gym and, now, the barn were the only truly habitable ones around. At least that she knew of.

Letting out a sigh, Shannon looked away from the sunset and toward the gym, looking mostly for Sam, but her eyes fell on the Doctor himself. It was nearly ask and ye shall receive, even if she hadn't realized she'd secretly been hoping to see him. Gambit had said that he was all right, but she wanted to see for herself. While Remy seemed like a good guy, she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him and she probably never would. She'd told him her real name and he'd been the first with whom she'd shared it, but that was only because, so far as she was concerned, it was only a matter of time before the goddamn Insider shared it for her. That would be one less person calling her a liar. She somehow doubted that anyone would fault her for trying to protect her identity, but still. It was the principal of the matter.

"Bonsoir, Doctor. Long time no see," she called out to him, already shifting herself carefully, minding her injury, so that she would be able to shrug off his coat and give it back to him.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-22 05:20 pm UTC (link)

The stillness of the post rain air was broken. 'Bonsoir, Doctor,' he heard, and the Doctor managed to yank his attention from the broken bits of road to the person calling his name. Shannon, it was Shannon. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. Even if his attention seemed to scramble a bit as he tried to push to the back of his mind the sucking, clawing feeling of impotence.

"Bonsoir," he said trying to make his voice warm and kind and present. He'd managed the warm and kind part, present was another story. Though, he supposed everyone was a little wrapped up in on themselves weren't they?

The road turned a little and deposited the Doctor right in front of Shannon whom he perplexedly realized was wearing his coat. "Well look at that," happiness could not be faked nor contained. "You can hold on to it a while longer, it's a bit chilled..."

The Doctor pulled up a spot on the damp grass beside her. "You don't look too worse for wear," he remarked, trying to get a smile out of her mostly because he needed to know that he still could. "How'd you wind up with my coat, anyway? You didn't go in and rescue it, did you?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-22 06:14 pm UTC (link)

When the Doctor noticed her and returned her greeting, Shannon could already tell just by looking at him that something heavy was weighing on his mind. She didn't think much of it, all things considered, because she supposed there was no one here without something on their mind. In fact, she thought so little of it that she failed to make mention of having noticed at all.

As he came closer, his mood seemed to lift upon seeing his coat and he told her that she could hold onto it. Shannon wasn't going to fight him as she pulled it in around herself tightly again. It was a little chilly and it wasn't like she was wearing an awful lot. Sooner or later, she was going to have to go find more clothes in whatever might be left of the thrift shop. Or else, she supposed, she could brave the museum and hope that it didn't further collapse as she rooted around for her other things. "Thanks," she said softly.

Shannon looked over at the Doctor as he sat down beside her and found herself feeling a wave of relief and happiness to see with her own two eyes that he was not only alive, but seemingly all right. "I could say the same for you," she returned easily. A weak smile passed over her lips as she looked back at him. "I'm glad you're okay." Letting out a soft huff in place of laughter, Shannon shook her head when asked whether she went in to rescue his coat. "No, that would be Gambit's doing," she replied. "He just left it with me, is all."

There was a short pause then and then she chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. Or maybe nervously, she wasn't entirely sure. She'd seen Jack and hadn't been too worried about him in any case, what with the whole death-not-sticking thing he had going for him. She knew from having seen Jack that Ianto was all right, but there was another person, still, that came from the Doctor's ilk that Shannon had heard nothing about since everything had happened. "Is Sarah Jane okay, too...?" she ventured quietly, unsure whether she would want to hear any answer the Doctor might or might not have to give.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-23 09:29 am UTC (link)

"Well you know, just an encounter with a tree. I'd say I came out a fair amount better than it," Well, a tree branch to be more specific. The branch was now lying quite dead on the forest floor. He'd twinged his back, but it wasn't like he'd lost a limb. Or died.

"Gambit?" The Doctor shook his head. He should have known. That funny Cajun did seem to have a way of coming across things. He wondered if the modulator was as poorly off as he'd expected and that was why the mutant hadn't grabbed it, too. A week's worth of work (on a project that should have only taken a couple of days) ruined. What a shame. However, if the Doctor looked disappointed he masked it well. He was good at showing a quiet aloofness around friends when he knew they were hurt; it wouldn't do to have a flailing Doctor about in a time of crisis, would it?

"Sarah Jane?" The Doctor grinned, his old friend was good for bringing that reaction out in him. That and a quiet peacefulness. He liked that about her. "Saw her this morning, she didn't seem too badly off." Though, where his friend had wound up? He imagined it was the gym. She'd fit in well there, taking care of people, organizing, making sure no one was neglected. She had the mind for that sort of work.

"Though, something tells me it would take more than an earthquake to knock Sarah Jane Smith off of her barings." He nodded firmly, his attention going to the ground. The quake, however, had knocked him off of his. He didn't like that.

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-24 12:43 am UTC (link)

A ghost of a smile appeared on Shannon's face. "Well, the way he tells it, that tree nearly killed you and he saved your life," she said with mock seriousness. She hadn't believed a word of it and even as she tried to recount it to the Doctor, she couldn't keep herself from grinning slightly in spite of herself.

"Yeah, he went in to get my bag for me so we could have something to eat," Shannon explained. "And he came out with your coat and some paintings while he was at it." She was almost tempted to ask, actually, about the sonic modulator, but she didn't really see the point. If the earthquake hadn't sent the glass walls shattering around them, she highly doubted that the Doctor's project would've been able to break them. It was probably nothing more than a heap of trash by now, anyway.

When the Doctor grinned and said that Sarah Jane was all right, Shannon gave him another small, grateful smile and nodded. "Good, I'm glad," she said. The more people that she knew that were still in one piece, the better. All that she needed now was to find Domeki and she'd be all set. The sooner, the better, too.

As he went on about Sarah Jane, his eyes moved downward. Something about his body language told Shannon that perhaps the Doctor was more affected by the whole thing than he was willing to admit...or maybe than he even really realized. It wasn't really Shannon's place to say, though, so she simply nodded to herself and tucked her hair behind her ear with one hand. Once again, she looked over at the gym almost expectantly and then her eyes were cast downward again. "Jack and Ianto are good to go, from what Jack said," she revealed, unsure whether the Doctor had run into either or both of them since. "And Sam and Dean," she tacked on for good measure.

She didn't like to allow herself to think on and bring up Bob's death again, so she refrained from mentioning it. That in and of itself made her feel guilty. Like Bob's death was a dirty little secret she was trying to keep, or something, when really that wasn't the case at all. Somehow, she thought that the Doctor would appreciate her not bringing up that tidbit, anyway.

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