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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-14 21:11:00

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!complete, day 15, location: carnival, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: The Tenth Doctor and Remy LeBeau
What: The Doctor found out Nine and Rose are here..
Where: The Carnival
When: Day 15, 1:20 p.m.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

Remy LeBeau was a very confused young man. He'd just recently become privy to the idea that The Doctor had.. another him. With the same name. He'd just recently run into a pretty dark-haired girl named Selene, then to a pretty blonde named Rose (it was like God was taunting him with hot girls..), who apparently was a good friend of The Doctor's.. not The Other Doctor, but The Doctor. This was going to be complicated for them. He hoped they didn't look the same, that'd just be strange.

Or really great.

No, definitely strange. And after leaving Rose near in the barn to nap, where he knew she'd be safe, he had pushed cold fingers into his pockets and had made his way quickly to the carnival, bouncing once or twice to keep his feet warm. It was way too cold, even wrapped inside the Doctor's very warm duplicate coat. He wanted to be in his warm barn with his warm blankets. He'd made quite a nice little nest in there, anticipating the snow that the Doctor had said had once graced this town. He was ready for the arctic tundra (yeah right!). And he was just coming through the rusty metal gate, perking up some as he heard the clanking of metal on metal, and he quietly made his way over, climbing over the fence into the bumper car ride, where the Doctor was taking apart one of the cars, and the Cajun was stepping around a few, then climbing into one near the Doctor and settling down into it, but instead of sticking his feet in, he leaned back into the seat, then stretched his legs out up over the dash, and along the front of the nose. Long-legged American.

"Y' look busy an' impor'an'." He observed of the Doctor, with a smile.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-15 01:31 am UTC (link)

He'd spent his morning in the Carnival. It was like his second home. It'd been the first place he'd spent the night, and he still felt sort of partial to the interior of the bumper cars - it sort of reminded him of the seats in the console room that Rose had convinced him to install. They were comfortable, if only a bit cramped, and they made him sort of remember what it meant to have fun. Or, at least, what it meant to go for a ride in a bumper car.

Leaned over with his nose practically inside the engine, the Doctor was pulling out gaskets and wires and belts. It's one complicated piece of machinery, the motor. Though, the Doctor was none too careful with the bits he didn't need. Spark plugs? Who needs those and for what?

With a shift of the car and the appearance of a very familiar leg beside him, the Doctor looked up to spy the Cheshire cat lounging there. "I am busy and very important." The Doctor grinned, taking up a rag to wipe his hands.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-15 01:39 am UTC (link)

"Mm, I know." The Cajun nearly purred those words out, crossing his arms over his chest and tucking his fingers in under his arms, into the warm area between bicep and ribs. He was chilly, it was easy to tell-- that familiar collar was popped up and the red-head had huddled some into it. And he was wearing a black beanie, which was pulled low on his forehead and over his ears. He had pulled his hair up into a hair tie he'd found, so he could hide it under the hat, making him appear to have short hair. And really? It didn't look bad on him at all. The black cap, though, did make his eyes seem a bit brighter, more red.

"Why don' y' take uh break? Go' some room here f' you." He nodded to the seat there next to him. Both men were skinny, and this bumper car, like the others, was made for one overweight parent and one child. It would easily fit both of them, though their hips, sides, and shoulders touch touch, all the way up. "C'mon." He urged again. "M'freezin'." The body heat would be welcome.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-15 01:47 am UTC (link)

A zipping noise came with a whir as another belt was yanked from it's pinions. The Doctor dropped it into the pile and flung a couple of gaskets away haphazardly. He was deftly taking the whole thing apart though, it appeared he was none too careful about it. What it came down to was the essence of time - and the Doctor didn't feel like he had nearly enough. He needed to get the Nine and Rose back to where they belonged before this place could do any damage.

Running his forearm across his brow the Doctor straightened, looking at the overdressed Cajun in his own trench, "Are you expecting an ice age?" The Doctor smiled, setting down the old screwdriver and coming along side the car to slide in beside Remy. The Doctor's leg's sprawled over the edge and spilled over the door, his toes tapping a silent beat. Who knew what song was running through the Doctor's head.

"I think more people have gone missing, Gambit. The journals have been too quiet." He was avoiding talking about Nine and Rose, was it that obvious?

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-15 01:52 am UTC (link)

"Oui, can see 'de glaciers movin' in." He smiled more and nudged his shoulder into the Doctor's. "S'like ten degree ou' here." Not really.. it was like forty-three, but that was way too low for the Gulf Coast Cajun, who enjoyed his warmth.

But his eyes were lowering to watch the other man tap out some unheard song with his toes, and when the Doctor started talking about the journals, he let out a little breath and closed his eyes. "You ra'her talk 'bou' people dyin' an' gone missin' 'den talk 'bou' 'de girl an' 'de ot'er you?" It was a soft question.. but it was also a bit of a statement. The Doctor was avoiding it, it was very obvious. "Why don' y' try an' explain 'de t'in' where you two 'de same person?"

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-15 01:58 am UTC (link)

"Oh, yes, glaciers, imported into the glass box just for you," yes, Cajun, that was an elbow in your side. "You haven't been cold," the Doctor continued. "You can't even freeze water in this temperature."

"Yes." Well, look, a simple straightforward answer. "Because those two? They're complicated." He meant it this time, Cajun.

"The Time Lords, We... they.... I.. have this way of cheating death. We regenerate. We keep our memories, but that's about it. Our faces, our personalities, our hair.. Everything, it changes. Well, not the personality as much; but, it certainly shifts a touch. He was me before I was me. I've got all his memories and most of his thoughts all tied up in here," he tapped his head, "So, essentially, I'm him in the future; he's me in the past." In the past with Rose.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-15 02:06 am UTC (link)

"Oui, an' polar bears. An' penguins.. sabertoo'h ducks." He broke into a wider smile then. He had a vivid imagination, clearly. However, he only laughed with the elbow to his side and huddled his hands in a little closer to his body. He was cold. Very cold.

However, he just sat there silently as the other man described what The Other Doctor was.. about the Time Lords, and how they cheated death. So they didn't die.. well, not really. Their bodies died and their minds moved to another body, which.. they grew? He didn't quite know exactly how that worked, but he was assuming it was something like that. And he'd had a comic relatively similar, so it really wasn't that hard to imagine, for Gambit, who could imagine all sorts of things, and who accepted things completely at face-value. So, his only answer to that explanation was a slow nod. "Yeah, okay." He got it.

"So.. 'de girl, you say she your companion? You mean she trav'lin' wit' you? In y' space ship? Space an' time." He corrected himself, before the Time Lord could, with a little grin.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-15 02:13 am UTC (link)

The Doctor shook his head. "There actually could be sabertooth ducks out there," there weren't as far as the Doctor knew - but even he didn't claim to know everything. Just almost everything.

He watched as Remy digested what he'd said. As he processed it through that mind of his and tried to make sense of what the Doctor was saying. He'd expected the same reaction he'd had from Shannon - whom he was fairly certain assumed he was a nutter. Though, it seemed she put herself down more than she'd ever put him down. 'Yeah, Okay,' Remy replied, and the Doctor was left with all of these amazing metaphors to use and nobody to use them on. Silly Cajun, you keep heading the Doctor off at the pass!

"Rose. She was my companion, yes. We travelled in the TARDIS." The Doctor's arms crossed, gripping his elbows with his numbed hands.

"Well, now that that's settled..." The Doctor shifted. "I'm going to be Doctor John Smith from here on out."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-15 02:20 am UTC (link)

"You col' too." Remy accused when he saw the those too-pale hands gripping at his elbows. It came from having his hands out in this temperature without gloves. And the Cajun, finally, was pulling his now-warm hands out from under his arms, bringing his partially gloved hands out to snatch up the Doctor's (both of them) and tug them over so he could wrap his warm fingers around them, to warm them up a bit temporarily, but he let out a slow whistle when he felt how chilly they were. "How you stan' 'dat? S'too col' t'have y' han's ou'." He pulled his hands back a moment later and started tugging off his gloves, then passed them over to the Doctor. "Y' ain' gon' be no goo' wit' no fingers."

He was shaking his head a little then, breathing in deeply. "She's real cu'e." He continued the conversation-- sorry, Doctor. "You real worrie' 'bou' her, non? You two real goo' frien's?" Friends. He hadn't assumed they were more than friends off the bad. And he didn't yet, either.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-15 02:27 am UTC (link)

"Oh, it's not that bad," the Doctor shrugged off Gambit's observation before the other had reached out to take his hands between his own. "I didn't know you doubled as a hand warmer," he quipped as his hands were released. "It's not that bad, really," he waved off the gloves. "Really." He'd carefully press the gloves back into the Cajun's palm. "You're not used to this, I'd hate to see your delicate balance be shifted and your hands become frostbitten."

It was hard to say where the Doctor was coming from. Mostly, he was hiding behind the jabs and the barbs and the word play because he was floudering a little. Perhaps in a much different way than he had following the earthquake - but he was unsettled none the less.

When Remy had said Rose was cute the Doctor kept his reaction under close watch. It wouldn't do to let anything slip out. The more Remy knew and the more he'd have to lie. The Doctor wouldn't put him in that position. "Best." He responded. Best of mates, that's what they were.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-15 02:37 am UTC (link)

He curled his fingers around his own gloves, but just held onto them for a long moment, then began tugging them back onto his hands, tilting his body some as he did, and allowing his shape to conform to the Doctor's, plastering his body against him both in an attempt to keep warm, and also simply to be close.

"An' she don' know who y' are, do she, Docteur?" He let out another slow breath through his nose, and hugging his arms closer to his chest, a little shiver running through him. He was going to be absolutely miserable if it started to snow. He'd have to find something warmer to wear. Maybe both coats at the same time. And some gloves that covered all of his fingers. "'Dat why you so upse'? Y' coul' jus' tell her, y' know. Like you say, when we leave 'dis place, we dun' even know if we gon' 'member not'in'. An' even if she do, wha's it gonna hur'? If 'dat guy's you from before now, an' she's wit' him.. don' 'dat mean he's gonna die.. well.. turn int' you, an' 'dat she's gon' be wit' you anyway? She gon' mee' you some day. Migh' well be t'day, non?"

The Cajun nudged his knee against the Time Lord's, swinging it some, tapping their knees together, side-against-side. Before he finally left it there, keeping the contact and bending his leg some in order to do it.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-15 02:44 am UTC (link)

The Doctor nodded as Gambit took back his gloves, letting go a quiet sigh. His mind was busy. It was busy with Rose and with Nine and with Jack and with Shannon and with Remy and with the modulator. It was busy with all the missing people who hadn't turned up yet. It was wrapping itself around the possibility of changing the TARDIS' theme when he got back to the old girl again. 90% of what he was thinking was filler and distraction as he tried to avoid those things he really didn't want to think about.

"No." He replied simply to Gambit. "She doesn't, she won't and she can't." The Doctor shook his head. "If she goes back with her memory there are some very important things that need to happen in the ame way they already have. We can't gunk that up. The state of the entire universe is at stake." He was eerious, it was. "She can't know," he stressed, in case Gambit had missed it the first time.

The Cajun was conforming against him, huddling for warmth. "Now you're just overdoing it," Smirk.

"Doctor John Smith. You have that?" He locked his eyes on Gambit's and held. He'd have to to have this talk at least another two or three times. Might as well start with the person most likely to give him a difficult time about it. "The other me, he'll be the Doctor now."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-15 03:03 am UTC (link)

Gambit smiled more when the Doctor called him on his huddling. "Non, m' col'." Which, really. He was. But it was also just nice being near someone else. Warm bodies were like a drug for the Cajun. He couldn't get enough of them. And he always took every opportunity to be close to someone, no matter who they were.

"Oui, oui. Docteur John Smit'." Sure, sure. He was still going to call him Doctor, though. He'd just add on the John, or maybe the Smith after it. Rose was going to think that Doctor John Smith and Sarah Jane Smith were married. Of course, Remy didn't know the other Smith, else he would have made a comment about it. It would have been amusing, to say the least. But he didn't hold contact with those brown eyes, he turned his own eyes away instead, clearly not being particularly pleased with change of name.

"John Smit'." He repeated again. But he scrunched his nose a little with displeasure. "Soun' so fake. 'Dis girl ain' gon' buy it, if she gotta brain. Why no' Jean-Luc? 'Das uh real name."

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-15 05:27 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor's face was dead pan, eben as the Cajun claimed being cold. He was like cat snuggled up on top of a radiator. It wasn't even that bloody cold, to be honest.

"Good." Gambit was going to allow this entire cherade to go on with little questioning. That appeased the Doctor greatly. He had enough on his mind, to be honest. Rose is a pretty smart cookie; though, he trusted that Nine would aid him in his act of subterfuge. Nine, undoubtably, understood just how important it was to leave time as it was as best they could. Eventually they'd all go back, he'd have his adventures with Rose Tyler and he'd lose her to a parallel world. That was just the way time had worked it and it had all been planned.

"John Smith," the Doctor reminded. "Jean-Luc? You think that fits better? I've been John Smith many times without question," the Doctor actually smiled sort of sadly there. That version of him most recently, that human John Smith, he'd been marvellous. He'd been more real than the fake assumed name would suggest; full of life and love and vigor. He'd been a brave man, too.

"She'll buy it, Gambit."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-15 07:03 pm UTC (link)

"Still t'ink y' autta come up wit' uh better name." He breathed in slowly through his nose again and let red eyes slide closed briefly. The cold always made him sleepy -- and yes, it was that cold! Forty-three degrees was nothing to shake a stick at, when eighty or ninety was your norm. He'd turn into a Cajun Popcicle if it started to snow. He'd just need to find a lot more to bundle up in. Maybe they had a ski jacket or something in that thrift shop...

"She sleepin' in 'de barn righ' now." He informed calmly, just so the Doctor knew where she was, in case he had been wondering. "I keep her 'dere for a while, non? An' when you're rea'y, I wake her up an' brin' her ou'. M' sure you wanna see her, even if y' can' le' her know who y'are." He huddled his arms in a little tighter to his chest. "Y' wan' her an' him t' stay in 'de barn wit' us?" Gambit didn't particularly want that, but could understand if the Doctor wanted his other half, and his best friend close. And the fact that he was even offering to share his nice set-up was something amazing, in and of itself.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-15 11:24 pm UTC (link)

"I like that name," the Doctor said like a kid who'd been told he ought to get a hair cut. "Never had a problem using it. Utterly forgettable," just the way he liked it. When it came to the cold, perhaps the Doctor didn't notice it as much because his body was able to regulate it so well. With a normal body temperature hovering around sixty degrees, the more chilly out it seemed to be, the less he really seemed to mind. Well, aside from when he was working with his hands.

'She sleepin in de barn righ' now,' the Cajun said, unprompted. There was a reason he hadn't asked. That reason was because a very distinct part of him had hoped that maybe he wouldn't actually meet Rose Tyler at all. That he might avoid her for his own good (and hers.) Did he want to see her? The Doctor looked away. He'd seen her for a very long time now, in his thoughts and he'd sort of settled into the thought that maybe that was enough. It'd have to be.

To the question as to whether he'd want Nine and Rose close, the Doctor kept his thoughts to himself. The four of them in the barn. Nine and Rose. Nine and Rose in front of him. Nine and Rose in front of him constantly. A girl who looked like his Rose and sounded like his Rose but wasn't his Rose. Nine's Rose.

Catching himself the Doctor shook his head. "Who knows where they'll want to stay."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-15 11:39 pm UTC (link)

"If you all tryin' t' hi'e 'de fac' you an L'Autre Docteur 'de same, maybe 'de bes' 'dey stay somewhere else, non? Plen'y o' places roun'. 'De museum nice an' safe." That was, when there weren't earthquakes abound. The Cajun was shifting his position some again, drawing one leg up and planting his foot against the dash of the small bumper car, bringing his knee closer to his chest. It was something that should have been an awkward move, something that should have looked uncomfortable.. but instead, it was graceful and practiced, and the red-head looked right at home with having his knee just inches from his chest. It was clear he was trying to conserve his body heat. Keep himself warm in the colder-than-normal temperatures.

"You ain' jealous o' yourself, are you, Docteur?" The Cajun questioned slowly, after he'd let a moment of silence hang between them. "Him havin' her as his frien', bu' you stan'in' 'lone an' her no' knowin' who y' are?" He new it sounded a little silly.. but really, he could imagine being jealous of himself. Gambit wasn't by nature a jealous person, nor was he particularly possessive. He'd never had to be. He'd never had anyone he'd cared enough about. But he'd figure out just how both of them felt, soon enough.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-16 12:00 am UTC (link)

The Doctor shook his head. "Shannon won't let him in there. She doesn't trust him." This was stated plainly. It was very clear that she didn't trust Nine as far as she could throw him. As far as Rose went, the Doctor wasn't sure what to expect from Shannon on her behalf. "Though, perhaps Jack might be able to convince her otherwise?" There was a glimmer of hope there. To have Rose there with Jack and Nine would be ideal, not to mention Sarah Jane if she was still staying there.

"Jealous?" Well, didn't that sound like a little church bell. "No." Little lie. "It's just important that this all stay quite under wraps." He was playing it cool. He was bottling it up like a good little Time Lord. He'd keep it sealed up behind his smile and tapping foot because that's what needed to be done.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-16 12:09 am UTC (link)

"Jack can convince anyone t' do anyt'in'." And trust him, Doctor. He knew. He'd almost been enticed into a bedroom with that man. Luckily, he had refrained and been able to escape the other man's bedroom eyes. It was so hard, when two people with the same attraction levels got together. It was just bad for everyone. But now, of course, he was quite sure that Jack hated him, and he wasn't really sure why. Maybe the coat.. maybe the fact that the Doctor was staying in the barn with him, instead of with Jack? Maybe it was jealous on Jack's part.. Remy really didn't know.

What he did know was that he was fine with Jack hating him, as long as it meant the Doctor stayed in the barn with him. He liked having another person there, and as much as the young red-head enjoyed his privacy, he enjoyed the company of people more.. specific people, actually. And he was pretty certain he'd be enjoying Rose's company, too. If she was best friends with The Doctor, she had to be great, right? Right.

"Non? Mm, better man 'den me." But then, they already both knew that. Remy was quite sure he'd be jealous of himself, if there was another him that the Doctor didn't know.. but then again, he couldn't be positive, since he really hadn't ever had anything like that happen before. He'd never.. been jealous. Well.. okay. Maybe he had. He'd been jealous that someone else had stolen his targeted items before he got to them. But that wasn't the same, was it?

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