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luministi2010-07-12 04:26 pm
fortune_sought) wrote in luministi2010-07-12 04:26 pm
[003] / θ-3
[the Doctor and Sophie are at a table by the front windows in an open café in the southern shopping plaza. the building overlooks the botanical gardens, making for a pleasant and quaint atmosphere--the sort of atmosphere the town professes to exude. however, the scene inside the café is far from pleasant or quaint. in fact, the two appear to be in the midst of a rather heated discussion]
[Sophie has a cup of tea in front of her and is slumped over the table in a fashion that would remind her alarmingly of some of the stooping she did as an old woman. however, she is certainly not bothered about her posture at the moment. her face is extremely flushed, though whether from fever or anger is anyone's guess, and she is glaring severely at the man across the table from her] I am calm!
[the Doctor, his face reddened not only because of the impossible fever sweeping through his system but thanks to his deep annoyance with the woman he's sharing his table with, only rolls his eyes and barely manages to keep himself from throwing his arms up in the air in a completely dramatic show of frustration.]
Oh yes, that's calm. Next thing I know, you're going to be smashing your tea cup to the ground and professing the same thing! I only said you needed to relax or you'll get yourself into a deeper state of exhaustion than you're already in!
[scoffs, still glaring] And I'm sure your insults are perfectly calm as well! What we need is a solution! Until we have that, no amount of "relaxing" will solve anything.
Look, even if you won't, you've got to eat something. You need the fuel to keep functioning. [of course, the last thing he actually ate was a bag of candy floss and a corn dog a few days ago, but he doesn't exactly need food all that often.]
[he pushes a plate of pain au chocolat, or chocolate-filled croissants, her way, forcing his tone to be a bit gentler.] Humour me, will you? We can eat and solve riddles at the same time. It's called 'multi-tasking'.
[eyes him for a moment more and then sighs. reluctantly picks up one of the croissants, nibbling on one end of it. she's really not hungry and is a bit apprehensive that the food she attempts to eat might come back up in the middle of their conversation] You might be surprised, but we have multi-tasking in Ingary.
So what ideas do you have about the riddle? Or have you spoken to anyone else about it?
[he takes one as well, but merely keeps it on a small plate beside his glass of ice water. he reckons if his temperature continues to climb, he might even pass for a human in a thermal scan. it's an amusing thought, at least.]
Spoke to--[his previous self]--the other Doctor about this, but I've been trying to work out a solution of my own instead of solving the riddle. [pulls a face] My...own efforts haven't been nearly as successful as I'd hoped, so I'm giving that riddle another go! Got a few ideas of my own, of course, but let's see how the others are doing, hmm? I heard a few of them were up to something, but I was a bit busy at the time.
[he takes his CAT out, setting it on the table in front of them so both he and Sophie can be seen in a video broadcast to all the residential CATs.] Ah hello, there we are. How is everyone feeling? I gather no one's solved the riddle yet, but maybe we need to rethink things a little. Get a fresh--well, relatively speaking anyway--pair of eyes and ears on things. Where are you all at?
[ooc: Joint post! If you couldn't tell, the Doctor is blue and Sophie is orange. We'll both be tagging around. Join in the discussion so we can solve the mystery!]
[Sophie has a cup of tea in front of her and is slumped over the table in a fashion that would remind her alarmingly of some of the stooping she did as an old woman. however, she is certainly not bothered about her posture at the moment. her face is extremely flushed, though whether from fever or anger is anyone's guess, and she is glaring severely at the man across the table from her] I am calm!
[the Doctor, his face reddened not only because of the impossible fever sweeping through his system but thanks to his deep annoyance with the woman he's sharing his table with, only rolls his eyes and barely manages to keep himself from throwing his arms up in the air in a completely dramatic show of frustration.]
Oh yes, that's calm. Next thing I know, you're going to be smashing your tea cup to the ground and professing the same thing! I only said you needed to relax or you'll get yourself into a deeper state of exhaustion than you're already in!
[scoffs, still glaring] And I'm sure your insults are perfectly calm as well! What we need is a solution! Until we have that, no amount of "relaxing" will solve anything.
Look, even if you won't, you've got to eat something. You need the fuel to keep functioning. [of course, the last thing he actually ate was a bag of candy floss and a corn dog a few days ago, but he doesn't exactly need food all that often.]
[he pushes a plate of pain au chocolat, or chocolate-filled croissants, her way, forcing his tone to be a bit gentler.] Humour me, will you? We can eat and solve riddles at the same time. It's called 'multi-tasking'.
[eyes him for a moment more and then sighs. reluctantly picks up one of the croissants, nibbling on one end of it. she's really not hungry and is a bit apprehensive that the food she attempts to eat might come back up in the middle of their conversation] You might be surprised, but we have multi-tasking in Ingary.
So what ideas do you have about the riddle? Or have you spoken to anyone else about it?
[he takes one as well, but merely keeps it on a small plate beside his glass of ice water. he reckons if his temperature continues to climb, he might even pass for a human in a thermal scan. it's an amusing thought, at least.]
Spoke to--[his previous self]--the other Doctor about this, but I've been trying to work out a solution of my own instead of solving the riddle. [pulls a face] My...own efforts haven't been nearly as successful as I'd hoped, so I'm giving that riddle another go! Got a few ideas of my own, of course, but let's see how the others are doing, hmm? I heard a few of them were up to something, but I was a bit busy at the time.
[he takes his CAT out, setting it on the table in front of them so both he and Sophie can be seen in a video broadcast to all the residential CATs.] Ah hello, there we are. How is everyone feeling? I gather no one's solved the riddle yet, but maybe we need to rethink things a little. Get a fresh--well, relatively speaking anyway--pair of eyes and ears on things. Where are you all at?
[ooc: Joint post! If you couldn't tell, the Doctor is blue and Sophie is orange. We'll both be tagging around. Join in the discussion so we can solve the mystery!]
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Here we are. You think I should put the eye into the slot at the base, correct? Can you stand while I do it?
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That's right. If you would please.
I'll be okay now that I'm standing still.
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--and it fits. there is no fanfare, just a simple whoosh of air as a segment of rock slides out of the way like it's some sort of panel]
Wow! I think there's something in here... [reaches a hand into the new opening. she withdraws it, straightening, and shows Fuu a small vial of purple liquid. smiles widely] I think we have something for Doctor Resarci to test now.
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I- I'm so glad. So glad... Please, hurry with the treatment...
[She doesn't know what else to say right now. Allowing the bike to rest on it's kickstand she slowly sinks to the ground. Oh, but it feels nice to be sitting.]