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The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-05 21:49:00

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Current location:The Carnival
Entry tags:!complete, andy gallagher, cheryl mason, day 03, george lass, jay, lexie grey, location: carnival, luna lovegood, open, river tam, sam winchester, shannon rutherford, shizuka domeki, silent bob, the doctor (ten)

Day 2: Mid-Day

Who: The Doctor and OPEN TO ALL
What: A meeting at the Carnival
Where: The Ferris Wheel
When: Let's say Mid-Day, shall we?
Rating: Possibly as high as PG-13 I'd guess, for language
OOC: To keep this organized if you want to start your own 'sub group' at the meeting, please start a thread beneath the main one.  Characters are open to jump into any sub-thread as this is a public place; however, please be polite and do not be in multiple active sub-threads at once! If you want to leave your subthread for another please post your character exiting the one thread so people don't wait for you to post in it.)

The Doctor had slept uneasily. It had been a long, long time since the Tme Lord had been unable to get a restful night's sleep. He think of a handful of times that he'd been unable to get comfortable or shut his mind off or just relax - but it was never quite as pronounced as this. The Doctor, waking from his slumber in the back of a bumper car. The night hadn't been too cold, and there was just something strangely amusing about falling asleep in the confines of a useless vehicle.

What wasn't so amusing was the way the Doctor had been awaken with a jolt as the car started moving. "What?!" Came a near yelp as the Doctor struggled to sit up in the car. Looking left and right the gallifreyan threw himself out of the car and onto the slippery mat. "What?!" He said again, ducking out of the path of an oncoming vehicle. This was beyond strange. There hadn't been any electricity before now. The Doctor wondered if the sudden source could be used to charge generators and batteries. Heading out with a dash he looked around - the carnival seemed suddenly quiet once more. 

He found himself at the foot of the Ferris Wheel, which was stagnant and looming. He didn't like the feel of it suddenly. He hadn't been terribly at unease for a while; but, now he was feeling like a rat in a maze. Why would things come alive so suddenly? Taking out his journal the Doctor penned a note, making sure to remind everyone of the meeting they had planned. He'd need them all if they were to harvest any of the batteries from the bumper cars before they became useless. Taking up a seat on a bench the Doctor thought - where in the world could we get a screwdriver?

Setting his elbows to his knees the Doctor leaned forward and tried to relax. People would come, and when they did he'd be able to better think of ways to escape.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-13 03:59 pm UTC (link)
George shrugged. She wasn't the most social person in the world, far from it, so it really did not matter to her either way. "Whatever you want to do..." She told Andy, disinterested, though the idea of yelling loudly enough for the other people to hear didn't agree with George at all.

She arched one eyebrow at him, wondering if he was just explaining, or if that was a hint/clever plan to make her strip for him just to prove a point. George wouldn't do it either way, obviously, but the question remained. Though she didn't ask it, of course.

"The fact that she fought a lion makes her pretty damn special, doesn't it?" George suggested. What more did he need? "She went all kung fu with a knife on its ass and I...helped." Obviously she remembered having told Andy in the private journals about her 'thing'. No need to repeat it here.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-04-13 08:43 pm UTC (link)
Shrugging back, Andy leaned his head back and stared up at the sky, finding himself fascinated by the way the clouds dragged their way across the blue. "Well, I don't honestly feel like moving, so...I'm with you on 'whatever,'" he agreed.

"Mmm," Andy hummed agreement about River being special for having been able to kill a lion. He looked back at her again. "Kung fu? Nice," he said appreciatively, smirking lazily at the idea of seeing a girl single-handedly kick a lion's ass. Hey, actually...that kinda sounded like the warrior princess on the side of his van...

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-14 06:48 pm UTC (link)
George followed Andy's gaze up to the clouds, but the clarity made her squint, and she looked back down at him.

"Yeah well. Let's hang out here." She suggested, half-glad he seemed to be as keen on dragging his ass to where the others were as she was. George shrugged. "I don't know if it's Kung Fu, I can't recognize it. She kicked ass, is all. And then I finished the job, and now, apparently, we've got a barbecue to attend."

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-04-14 09:18 pm UTC (link)
Nodding, Andy gave her a lazy smile. "Works for me," he replied. "Beats the hell out of bruisin' up my pits any more than I already have movin' around on these stupid things," he added.

George was saying something and Andy really was trying to listen to her but beside the fact that his head was swimming, he could hear Luna shouting. Luna shouting Sam's name. "Fucking figures," he muttered. He looked back at George. "Sorry, I only caught some of that. I got that she kicked ass and you finished the job..." he replied apologetically. "And a barbecue? Well shit, count me in on that," he added with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

In short, all things considered, Andy felt like shit. All he wanted to do was lay down and sleep for a month...or until his leg was better; whatever, same difference in his muddled mind.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-15 12:34 am UTC (link)
George had to laugh. Of course it was no laughing matter, she'd never used crutches but they did look like the most awkward, painful contraption to walk with.

"Figures what?" George had heard him. Not that much noise around them to prevent her from it. She didn't hold it against him that he hadn't heard the entirety of what she'd been saying - he was on Vicodin after all. "Yeah, that's pretty much it. And the barbecue thing is because apparently, more people caught animals that were on the loose in the woods. This fucking place is creepy, but at least, we've got some meat." Not that she had ever expected to eat that kind of livestock, but it beat starving.

"Soooo...What exactly are we supposed to be doing here, anyway?"

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-04-15 02:19 am UTC (link)
Andy joined George in her laughter in spite of himself. Or maybe it was just because everything seemed a little more funny when his leg didn't feel like he'd rather chop it off than drag himself around on it. He couldn't tell and he didn't care. It was funny and that was all that mattered.

"Nothin," he replied, shaking his head. Explaining the "figures" would require explaining his interest in Luna and the fight with Sam and Andy just really didn't want to get into all that mess with George - or, really, with anyone. "Yeah, no joke. I never thought I'd be eating wolf to survive, but whatever works, I guess. Beats living on apples. Now I just gotta find something to drink i nstead of effing rain water," he said a little more grumpily than he'd meant to.

George asked what exactly they were supposed to be doing at the carnival and had she asked before Andy was hit with the ton of bricks bearing the Vicodin trademark, he might've been able to tell her, because, really, he did know there was a reason. He just...couldn't remember what it was. "Uh..." he stalled, scratching the back of his head and furrowing his brow. "Mingle?" he asked, only half-joking. "It's in the journals somewhere, I know that. I know there's a reason for it, but I'm all fucked up right now and you probably couldn't pay me enough to actually remember," he finally admitted.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-15 12:33 pm UTC (link)
She wasn't going to insist. Andy was probably not even saying that about anything specific; George guessed that with the amount of Vicodin he must've taken, he wouldn't make that much sense anyway.

"I wouldn't mind an apple..." She commented casually. "But yeah, water that doesn't taste like dirt would be nice." She had long since finished her bottle of water, and she imagined everybody else had, too.

George looked around, sniggering. Mingling? Not exactly what they were doing, then, was it? Then again, George was in no mood to mingle. This wasn't a situation in which people mingled, getting out of there was probably much more important than making friends forever as if they were in some fucking creepy Summer Camp. Good thing they didn't have a lake, or George might be thinking something else, too.

"Eh, whatever. I just came here because in the back of my mind there's some amount of fear that something very bad will happen to me if I'm alone." It was the shittiest feeling...ever. After finding out about one self's death, that is.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-04-15 02:45 pm UTC (link)
"There's apples in the church," Andy provided, "and it stopped raining, so I'm totally out of water and I kinda don't know what I'm supposed to do now. Besides sustenance, do you have any idea how much of a bitch it is to pop pills dry?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and then shifting on the stool when his stomach wrenched again.

Nodding his understanding, Andy looked back up at the sky. "Yeah, I know the feeling," he replied. In fact, he hated that he'd left Luna, but as much as he liked her, weed took precidence, because Andy needed to relax something awful. He felt like he was beyond high strung, even if one would probably never know it after he took the Vicodin.

"I think they were gonna do, like, a headcount or something," he said vaguely before looking back at her and shrugging. He wanted to move to go see what Luna was up to, but while he was already over the tiff with Sam from the night before, he was in no shape to take a beating if Sam wasn't.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-15 03:04 pm UTC (link)
Apples in the church. Somehow, that was funny. George nodded in thanks for the information, and then stupidly looked up to the sky once Andy commented about having stopped raining. She'd stopped feeling it a while ago, so why confirm it as if Andy could be somehow mistaken?

"Uhh no. I don't." She didn't, she didn't remember ever having to pop any pills, really. George wished she could help, but the truth was she didn't have any water of her own left. Hence why she could use an apple or two.

"Oh, a headcount? Huh." George shrugged, unemotional. Really how emotional can you be about head-counting? God, she was bored. George sighed deeply, shifting her balance from one leg to the other.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-04-16 10:21 pm UTC (link)
"Lucky," Andy replied when George said she didn't know how it felt to swallow pills dry. "It sucks ass." There was nothing really more that he could say to that, if he was honest, so he didn't bother trying.

Nodding, Andy looked around again. There were more and more voices in the air, still none of whom he could see from where he sat. "Yeah, I guess so," he replied with a shrug. "I don't know really. Martha seemed like the the smart type when I was around her so when she suggested a meeting, I figured what the hell," he added. "Might be nice to put faces to names, anyway."

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-17 04:01 am UTC (link)
"I bet it tastes like ass, too." She added, shrugging. How dry of her.

More people were coming, George guessed. She still failed to care, though she considered trying because not being on good terms with most people could prove to be a disadvantage if any type of shit hit the fan again.

"Hm." George didn't know this Martha person, so she couldn't agree or disagree. Hopefully she was actually smart. Smart people were a good thing to have around. She supposed Andy was right. It was already weird that they could read each other's journals in their own journal, no need to add to the weirdness by being in the same, closed off space as them and not know who they were.

"So where are your friends from the other day?" She asked, for lack of anything else to say. Not that she was interested, especially since one of the girls had seemed keen on moping and the other looked just batshit.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-04-19 04:48 am UTC (link)
"Fuck yeah it does," Andy agreed grimly. His eyelids were getting heavy and he was feeling waves of exhaustion crashing over him as he sat there.

He finally had to pull himself up to his feet and lean on the crutches to keep from dozing off right there on the stool in front of her, which, he was sure, would only result in him falling off said stool and looking like a fucking idiot.

"Uh...well I heard Luna a minute ago, yelling Sam's name, so my guess is that at least those two are just out of sight. I didn't know that other girl, she just showed up with Sam," he replied.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-20 12:55 pm UTC (link)
He seemed like he was crashing. Just what she needed, some dude high on painkillers dozing off right in front of her. "Hey Andy. You hanging in there, or should we get you to lie down somewhere?" She asked quickly.

George looked behind her trying to see if she could see Sam or Luna, but none were in sight. "Don't see 'em either." She turned back around. "Aren't you gonna call for them?"

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-04-20 01:35 pm UTC (link)
"Hmm?" Andy asked, looking slowly back over at her. "Oh, I'll be fine. I'm just kinda out of it. I'll lay down when I get back to the church, but thanks." He gave her a small, weak smile and shifted himself on the crutches again. "I hear more voices..." he muttered. George asked if he was going to call out for them and Andy shook his head. "Sam's pretty pissed off at me right now, so I think I'll leave it. If you wanna yell, though, he might actually come over," he added with a lazy grin and a shrug of his shoulders.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-20 03:09 pm UTC (link)
George shrugged, not very convinced. "Okay, dude. Your call."

Him saying it like that seemed like the voices he was hearing were in his head as opposed to at the Carnival, which made George raise an eyebrow at him doubtfully. She really had hoped for not another crazy, hopefully God wouldn't fail her now. "Um... wanna go check it out?" She asked in a very tiny voice, hoping he wouldn't just say 'oh, no, they're safely hidden away in here' and point at his skull.

"Sam's pissed off at you?" Sam, according to what she remembered, was the giant - but cute - guy. Yeah, he might be scared pissed off; it was a good call from Andy to steer clear. "What'd you do?"

She snorted and rolled her eyes at him. "S'yeah, 'cause we're close knit and all..." George said, sarcastically

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-04-20 05:44 pm UTC (link)
Blinking rapidly and opening his eyes widely in an effort to keep them from closing, Andy looked around. He noticed, then, Bob across the way leaned up against a booth. Dude liked to lean against stuff, Andy thought to himself absently as he saw another guy approaching Bob. "Yeah," he said, looking back at George. "Probably should." He had no intention of bothering Bob and whoever the other dude was, but seeing people move around made Andy antsy.

"Uh...below the belt asshole comment I didn't realize I was about to make until it fell out of my mouth," he said. It was half-true. There was more to the story, but Andy didn't want to rehash it just to bore George with it. "Yeah, but he probably doesn't want to punch you in the face," Andy pointed out with a lazy grin.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-22 03:44 am UTC (link)
It was probably time to sit down, George thought. Standing was fun and all, but with the type of stuff she'd been doing lately, her legs couldn't bear it for much longer.

She sat next to Andy and kept looking at him as he spoke. Now she was curious. "You know, I know this is none of my business, but you got me curious." What could he have said that was so bad? Andy didn't look the asshole type all that much.

Grinning right back, George looked in the direction of the other people who'd been arriving. "Yeah but if he does want to punch you in the face, we shouldn't go there anyway."

Or maybe Andy wanted her to go alone which she wouldn't do for C reasons; a) It wasn't her thing, to just approach some dude she'd seen only one and make conversation; b) Andy didn't look like he should be left alone and c) If that brunette chick was there with Sam George might not be able to control herself and might just punch her in the face for being so fucking weird. Sad, but true.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-04-25 07:55 pm UTC (link)
"About what I said?" Andy asked, raising an eyebrow when George sat down beside him. "It won't make any sense, probably, out of context but I made a crack about his hero complex," he replied with a shrug and a yawn.

Andy laughed when George said maybe they shouldn't go over anyway if Sam wanted to punch him. She probably wasn't wrong, anyway. He could still hear Luna's dreamy voice echoing slightly in the stillness of the creepy ass, run down carnival along with Sam's and two more he didn't really recognize. That was, when he focused in on where Luna was. "Dude, this is fuckin' lame. They don't need me here. And I'm tired as shit and all out of it..." he grumped. "I think I'm gonna head back to the church and lay down. You wanna head over to one of the other groups of people or want me to walk you back to wherever you're staying or...?" he offered.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-25 08:58 pm UTC (link)
George shook her head. "No, it doesn't make sense. But I guess by default nobody likes to hear they have a hero complex." She looked over at where she supposed Sam was. "Does he have one, though, or were you just being a bitch?"

"What do you mean? Who doesn't need you here? Dude, you think anybody needs me here?" She was about ready to blow this shit away and leave, anyway. Might as well do it with company. "I don't wanna head over anywhere." George said, grumpily.

"I wanna go home." She grumped some more, crossing her arms like a child. Well, sometimes, she was allowed, too! "Fuck this, let's go. I'll drop you off at the church and go sit my ass down somewhere warmer."

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-04-25 09:05 pm UTC (link)
Cocking his eyebrows slightly, Andy gave a sheepish grin. "Uh, a little bit of both, I guess," he admitted. After all, he'd known the second that he'd said it that it was a low blow, but Sam did seem to have sort of an annoying hero complex.

"Just...whoever. Martha, I guess, since she's the one who mentioned us coming here or whatever, but I'm no good to anyone with my head in the damn clouds or whatever the fuck is going on with me. Fucking Vicodin..." he muttered.

A smirk crossed his lips when George crossed her arms over her chest like a child throwing a tantrum. That was kind of amusingly cute, if he did say so himself. "You can come in the church, if you want; I don't bite or anything. I just won't make good company, since I'm gonna go to sleep," he said, hauling himself to his feet with the aid of the crutches and starting carefully down the stairs of the small control platform on which they'd been standing and sitting.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-04-25 09:17 pm UTC (link)
George nodded, with a smirk. She could relate; there was a fine line between telling the truth and being a bitch, and she crossed it every so often.

She had nothing in regards to Vicodin and Andy's regret of having taken it, so she just did some more nodding, and patted him on the back softly. Last night she wanted was to hurt the guy some more.

Pondering Andy's offer for a while, George shrugged. "Eh, what the hell. It's not like I'm much better awake, I could just fall asleep right after you." And at least she wouldn't be so fucking alone again. She followed Andy down the small flight of stairs.

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