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Tweak says, "I lose my shoe..."

Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-10 22:22:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 15, experiment, selene, the doctor (nine)

Experiment: Selene and The Ninth Doctor
Who: The Ninth Doctor and Selene
What: They're new and they're being experimented on. Think of it as a welcome to the wilderness moment
Where: Undisclosed location
When: 8:00AM
Rating: PG-13

Good morning, new arrivals!

The Ninth Doctor and Selene will awaken in an extraordinarily well lit room. However, your character and their fellow subject will not be able to see as they have been stricken blind. After 10 minutes a slow sing-song voice starts very quietly repeating "See no evil." "You can't see me." "Can you feel me?" The Doctor and Selene will immediately start feeling gentle brushes of wind around their face and any exposed skin. They will not be able to catch the responsible party.

Additional information about this experiment to be provided as play progresses.

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so_impressive
2009-07-11 09:04 am UTC (link)

"Nope, nothing to worry about, all taken care of." Well, he hoped it would be, anyway. And shortly, too. Because he could feel his shoes getting very, very warm. Nine hundred years of getting out of scrapes like this. He wasn't going to let himself go blindly (quite literally) into a fire with a young woman at his back. Not a chance. He was going to get her out, he was going to get him out, and he was going to find out who was behind this.

"Try your best to keep your eyes closed then, I know it'll be hard, Selene." He'd used her name to try and keep things personal, let her know that he remembered it, and that he was here. In fact, he was quite glad that she was talking to him in return. If her lungs weren't hurting, talking would keep her breathing, it would let him know that she was still okay, and it would help to calm his frayed nerves as well. Even a Time Lord could be a little concerned in situations like this. But he certainly wasn't letting it show.

"Don't worry about the fire, I've got that under control," Yeah, sure seemed like it, didn't it? "But if you hear me yelling for you to run," Which happened often, when you were around The Doctor, "Then I suggest you stand quickly and run away from the source of the heat. But I don't think that's going to happen. I think we're just fine." Even in saying all of that, he still sounded so confident. It was just his nature. He was a confident man. He had to be, to do the things he did. Saving worlds and universes and humanity and a multitude of other species, from aliens was hard work, and it took someone with know-how. Someone who was sure they could get the job done. And The Doctor had never failed before.

Except that one time. But he preferred not to think on that. Ever. Even though it was still so fresh in his mind.

"And the blood shouldn't hurt you. Try your best to wipe it off if you can," He imagined, of course, that she had some sort of blood-phobia... not that she wanted to lick it off of her. Then again, there was nothing stopping her. They were in the dark and the Doctor wouldn't know what she was doing behind him. She could give into her craving, if she really wanted to. As long as she didn't decide to finish up with a Doctor Dessert. He was sweet-tasting, yes, but he had no interest in becoming anyone's meal.

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bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 09:26 am UTC (link)

Her eyes were closed, for brief moments. It was hard to keep them that way when nearly every fiber of her being demanded a different type of action. But the fire wasn't surrounding them, at least not yet (don't think like that), so perhaps if they just waited here it would burn itself out and that particular danger would become moot.

She wanted to laugh at his remark about running but thought better of it. If they needed to run from something she would be more worried about him keeping up. Unless, of course, they found no door or other means of escape, in which case the running would be pointless. And was not a thought that kept her calm. Selene did laugh when he said the blood shouldn't hurt her. She really couldn't help it. "No, no, it won't hurt me." Quite the opposite really... unless it was poisoned. With what, she had no idea, but it was a thought. She raised her hand, imagining the sight. The dark red liquid thick and clinging to her pale skin, no longer fresh but not at all a concern. She hadn't had fresh blood since... well, since she bit Michael, but that hadn't been to feed.

Her unseeing eyes looked at the back of her hand and her tongue slid across her teeth, feeling the prick of her fangs. If she didn't do something the sensation would only continue to bother her. So she gave in to the familiar hunger that made her fangs ache, flicking her tongue across the back of her hand much the way a cat licked its paw. At the taste of the blood her eyes immediately shut and she pressed her lips together tightly as the bloodlust started to rise in her. It may have been a bad idea, but it did give her something to focus on other than the smoke and the fire.

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