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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-27 19:47:00

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!dropped, day 13, location: carnival, open, ramirez, the doctor (ten)

Day 13: 6AM
Who: The Doctor and Open
When: Day 13, 6AM
What: Being perplexed and unamused.
Where: The Carnival
Rating: PG to start
Status: Active

The Doctor hadn't returned to the barn. He didn't want to go back to the couches or the floor boards or the scent of moldy hay. Not in the least. He didn't want to sit there all wet and annoyed and be totally immersed in the sensory experience that was a broken barn. Instead, he went to the carnival with all of its ruin and found a nice bumper car to sleep in. Just like he had the first night. A bumper car, alone. Sequestered.

They'd all come out of the experience in the watery room relatively unscathed. He imagined that at least a few of them would be afraid of not only water, but also confined spaces. That was to be expected. If they weren't a bit more skiddish, the Doctor would have been amazed. So, when the Doctor quietly slipped out of the group he made his way through the chaos and ruin to the place he felt most comfortable - the shell of a holiday park. Arms and legs were flung haphazardly as he tried to find a comfortable spot and when he did the very soggy Doctor fell asleep.

Cue morning. Sunshine. Tweeting birds. Gentle Breeze. All that. The Doctor woke up from a dreamless sleep and immediately groaned. This place wasn't as how he'd left it, not at all. The place where the roof had caved in had been restored. The Ferris Wheel had been put back into place and the littered debris that had been cannibalized the day prior seemed to have soaked into the ground overnight. "What?!" His voice cracked as the Doctor shifted. There was no pain in his back, either. "What?!!?" The Time Lord growing more perplexed by the moment. This didn't make one ounce of sense. not one.

Pushing out of the pleather-cased interior the Doctor stepped out onto the slippery floor and quickly made his way out of the enclosure and onto the path that meandered through the fair grounds. Everything was back as it had been. The Doctor scratched his head. Perhaps they weren't in the same town any longer; perhaps they had many of these towns. There was no way that all of the damage could have been repaired in just a few hours, no matter how powerful the people behind the curtain were.

So, the Doctor walked at a lollygagger's pace, looking over the rides and games he'd already memorized. Why wasn't he happy?

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elcian
2009-07-01 09:47 pm UTC (link)

Ramirez, the greatest warrior of Arcadia and the Silvites; people of the Silver Moon, grew impatient with everything around him currently. Lost and confused in his own mind, the admiral would wander upon a strange looking place. Some sort of strange party it seemed, yet no one appreared to be there.

What appeared to be carts or something for people to ride in, as well as odd games and what not. He'd never seen anything like this, and found it a tad ridiculous. What was the point of this type of place? It made no sense, it seemed pointless. To him, power was the only thing that mattered. Thinking it over, he realized this place must be for children or something.

Suddenly, he'd hear someone walking around. Instinctly, he reached for his sword. Alas, his rapier was not there. He'd been trained enough in hand to hand, so anyone he came across shouldn't be able to match him. He also had his magic to call upon. In the distance he'd see the figure of a man who was very skinny and looked like he'd slept in his clothes. A homeless person? Didn't appear to be a threat. But the Silvite got a strange feeling about this man.

Slowly approaching, Ramirez looked him up and down with his usual emotionless expression. Crossing his arms over his chest, he'd speak to this odd man. "What is this place? Something for children?" He asked, ready to use force on this person if need be.

Ramirez would look odd to the man, wearing admiral clothing that was obviously of another world, along with his silver hair.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-02 03:24 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor wasn't edgy, he was more perplexed. Another puzzle, another game, another something to try and figure out and categorize for the scientist. He was scratching his head, mussing up already wild hair and looking over the engine of the ferris wheel that he had canibalized the first day. He had a feeling that now the modulator, busted or not, was gone and put back into the bits and pieces he'd made it from. That was nearly two weeks work back into it's box again. The Doctor was starting to wonder if he ought to even try to make the damned thing all over again.

When the Doctor looked up from the motor he spied a silver haired man walking toward him. Someone new? Even that was hard to get excited about.

"A carnival," the Doctor replied, his tone friendly enough. "You know a festival? They don't have those where you're from?" The Doctor canted his head a little sensing that this man was a bit too serious for his own good.

While the clothing of the man was different and his hair strange in comparison to the rest of the people around the town, it didn't really phase the Doctor. Hello, Time Lord who spent his life travelling time and space, really didn't find a silver-haired man in a futuristic get-up all that exciting. Now, if you could slap a Rhino head on there and wrap him in leather and call him Jadoon, well, then maybe he'd be a little bit more intrigued. Where one Jadoon was, many more certainly followed.

"You must be new, yes?" He asked plainly enough though his tone hinted at a certain amount of kindness that some found to be either disarming or strangely annoying. It didn't matter to the Doctor what people thought of it; it was his personality.

"I'm the Doctor, you managed a place to stay yet?"

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elcian
2009-07-03 08:14 am UTC (link)

Ramirez stood quietly, watching him look over the machinery in the giant wheel that apparently went nowhere. How ridiculous. This ragged looking man finally turned around and acknowledged him, yet seemed unphased by his presence. It had been awhile since he'd experienced that. Crossing his arms over his chest, he lightly tapped against his own arm with his fingers.

"A festival? I know of them, but this one looks very odd. Why is there a giant wheel that doesn't go anywhere?" He really couldn't understand any of it. Of course, coming from a moon where the only thing he had were books and sword-fighting, he didn't know much about these sorts of things. And hell, even Arcadia didn't have carnival rides.

This person seemed normal enough to him, though a bit kind...kinder than most are. It was refreshing, though he presumed the kindness was due to weakness. Fear of being killed by others was what usually brought on kindness, or a desire to obtain something.

"New? Yes, I'm not familiar with this place. Its weird...is this some sort of joke? Its not very amusing."

The doctor part caught his eye. Another doctor? Why did he always befriend doctors?

"You're a doctor? ...I am Ramirez. No, I have nowhere to stay presently." Ramirez frowned the entire time, remaining more serious than he should be as usual.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-03 10:39 pm UTC (link)

"The wheel? Well, it's fairly good for sightseeing, generally. You'd probably be able to see the entire town from the top." The Doctor craned his neck to look up to the top, noticing that the sky was actually quite dark all the way up there. Looked like a storm was on its way.

In evaluating the Doctor it would be foolish to think his kindness a mask for weakness. It was actually the opposite. He was kind because he could be and because he had to be. There was this odd, thin, moral line that the Doctor walked continuously and it didn't do to have a misstep.

The Doctor finally stopped taking in the weather and looked back to the silver-haired fellow. "Ah.. right.." The Doctor always had a difficult time with the new ones. He was so very used to being able to say hello and then go on with his life, not having to really worry about where the person would go after he left. Life tended to take care of itself, after all. Unfortunately, in the case of Vas, they were all in this together.

"Oh, not a doctor; I'm the Doctor, it's my name," he raised a hand and waggled his fingertips in greeting. It was an odd sort of habit before sticking both hands back into his pockets. "Well, housing is in fairly good supply today; with everything fixed and all. I'd suggest either the gym or the theater if you're looking for a comfortable space. The museum is becoming a mite cramped; though, I think you might find room in the church, too..." His brow furrowed as he thought of the various places with roofs. "Oh, and the barn. There's some fairly comfortable couches there."

The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out his journal. "Anyone showed you these yet?"

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elcian
2009-07-06 04:46 am UTC (link)

"Sightseeing? Hmph...useless contraption. Not cost effective for anything." Ramirez wasn't amused by a toy to look at things. From his perspective, ships were much more effective ways to scope out the surroundings and had military uses.

Ramirez was the type of person who was very judgmental, and only respected those with power and who actually appeared to have power. Anyone he deemed weaker than him was simply and inferior being that needed to be controlled.

The Silvite looked up at the weather as well, smelling the moisture in the air. Rain. He was used to being surrounded by constant storm clouds, he lived in Valua for ten years which never had a patch of blue shown. The man looking at him again caused him to look back, expressionless as before though looking irritated.

"...Why do you call yourself by a medical title? Isn't that rather insulting to the profession?" He merely looked at the extended hand, before looking back up and not changing his expression. The respect he'd started to gain for this man, under the impression he was a doctor, was begining to disappear. A man calling himself 'The Doctor' and not being one? Foolishness.

Those suggestions he heard sounded like hovels he'd rather not be in. A barn? There were better things to do than sleep with pigs. The journal he recognized and reached into his coat, pulling his out. "I found it when I awoke, and saw I could commincate with someone else from my home thats here. Do you have any clue whats going on with this...Vas Captio thing?"

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-10 01:40 pm UTC (link)

"Things always look a little different from above..." The Doctor replied hopefully. He could tell that this leisure activity was somewhat lost on the man in front of him; which was slightly amusing to the Doctor. He wondered where the man had come from; he could think of a hundred cultures who would probably react in the same manner, he didn't want to go and peg the wrong world.

"It's not a medical title, it's my name," The Doctor replied with a cheeky grin. When people got annoyed, the Doctor got a bit more cheeky. He didn't like to encourage anger, and generally his insults were masked in some sort of sideways grin and quickly spoken word. Hey, he was better than the previous version of himself that ran around calling everyone a stupid ape; at least he tried to insult intelligently.

"It would appear we're to be the subjects to someone's idea of experiments," The Doctor said more seriously, the smile slipping away from his features. "They take people, every other day, usually. They take them and they sometimes don't come back." Like Martha Jones.

"There's someone here you know?"

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elcian
2009-07-13 03:18 am UTC (link)

The man stated the obvious. He was from above, he knew this. Ramirez's eyes slanted a bit in annoyance, but this 'Doctor' obviously wouldn't know where Ramirez was from. Another fool trapped here by someone or something. It was however opening his eyes, and caused him to realize there could be something greater to seek in the universe. Domination of Arcadia seemed trivial now.

"Its a medical profession. You're using it as your name, which is aggravating." He decided to be upfront about it, let him know he was annoying. Ramirez was usually very blunt and to the point about things, but walking away from such a strange person wouldn't answer any questions. He could The Doctor probably had a better idea of whats going on and how to get out than the others. Though that cheeky grin needed to go.

"Experiment? If thats what this is, its a very strange one. And dangerous to put all of us together. They must be very powerful, or very stupid. When I find them, I will dispatch them." Of course, he needed to acquire a rapier somewhere. It was more pleasing to slice a man's throat than to rely on magic.

"Somewhere here? Where?" He didn't quite follow. Did The Doctor mean their abducters, or there was literally someone in else in the carnival?

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