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When I'm confident, I'm hopeless - just like everybody else right before they fall apart...

Jan 02, 2010 19:39

The Doctor is trying to slip into the Casa unnoticed, like nothing happened, like he didn't slip out early on Christmas morning to track down an old not-quite friend. Looking like nothing happened is a bit more difficult when he's having trouble easing the frustration from his face, the tension from his body... but maybe, if he's lucky, no one will ( Read more... )

the doctor (ten), martha jones, piper paxton, cy, zoe mallory, scout, plot: trickster week, casey wyatt, phoebe donovan, casey webb, elizabeth jules, gale kendricks, desmond descant, !tardis, karrin murphy

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whateverthemess January 3 2010, 03:16:42 UTC

The Doctor might find his entrance to the Casa interrupted by a glowing woman with shimmering white wings. Every once in a while, Divinely Coincidental timing lets her turn a corner just when she needs to.

The Doctor might recognize this shimmering woman.

She's furious.

"You." Dramatic point. She's not trying to be dramatic, it's just hard not to be dramatic when you're glowing. She seizes his wrist and starts to pull him away from the house. "I've been looking for you. We're finding out who did this, and we're fixing it. Now."

thatsortofaman January 3 2010, 06:20:52 UTC

The Doctor was not expecting this. The Doctor was not expecting this so much that he just has to stop and stare at her for a little while. ...and stumble backwards when she points a finger at him, but not enough that he can avoid her grabbing his wrist.

"But... I didn't... You're glowing." You know, in case she didn't notice.

whateverthemess January 3 2010, 06:23:29 UTC

"Yes, I am," Murphy says patiently. "I also have wings, if you missed that little detail, and I can't put on any clothes without them turning into this in about ten minutes."

She grabs a fistful of her white robes. "It's a good thing I don't seem to feel the cold any more, or I would be kind of irritated at losing my coat."

Her eyebrows twitch together. "...What's wrong?"

thatsortofaman January 3 2010, 06:31:07 UTC

"Well, yes, it's hard to miss the wings, but plenty of people around here have wings. Not that many... glow." Hmm.

And then his eyes widen, and he scoots a little further away from her. In case she tries to smack him or anything. You never know. "Why do you think I'd know? I've been... busy."

whateverthemess January 3 2010, 06:34:18 UTC

"I don't mean--" She grumbles and lets go of him. Her voice softens just a little. "I mean what's wrong with you."

You are making her suspicious like Harry occasional makes--made--her suspicious, Doctor. Murphy crosses her arms, eying him. "Busy with what?"

thatsortofaman January 3 2010, 07:00:58 UTC

He frowns a little at her. "Nothing's wrong with me. Should there be?"

And then comes the question, and he shifts a little awkwardly, glancing to the swing set behind the house. The swing set is fascinating. Really. "Just... busy. Seeing friends. That sort of thing." A friend who has tried to kill him more times than he can count. Yes.

whateverthemess January 3 2010, 07:08:16 UTC

"I don't mean wrong, I meant--forget it." Murphy pinches the bridge of her nose. She opens her eyes, narrowing them at him, still keeping a firm grip on her nasal passages. "And I've been busy getting outfitted for my debut in the heavenly chorus."

She drops her hand. "Doctor."

It's a tone Harry would recognize all too well, both gentle and unmoving. She looks away. "Look, I can't make you tell me, and I'm not going to try, but."

It's not her place. It's not her place, and it's not her business. "We're getting coffee."

...Don't look for the connection, Doctor. You won't find it.

thatsortofaman January 3 2010, 07:41:35 UTC

The Doctor stares at her for a minute longer. "What, dressed like that?" ...he did not mean that how it came out. It's just... with the wings. And the glowing and all...

He frowns a little, shakes his head, and says, "I just meant... there's a thing I need to find..." A person, rather. Since the Master didn't see fit to tell him where he was staying... To be fair, he probably couldn't, but that makes it no less frustrating and yes, the Doctor is fixating a bit. It's hard not to - he's bad enough when it's a simple puzzle to obsess over, and when the Master factors into it...

whateverthemess January 3 2010, 07:43:22 UTC

"Plenty of people around here have wings." She raises an eyebrow. "And believe me, if I could change, I would."

Murphy takes his hand and gives it a little squeeze. "Maybe I can help."

thatsortofaman January 3 2010, 07:52:29 UTC

"But..." The Doctor wavers for a second, because the longer he waits, the longer it takes him to find him and find out exactly what's wrong and who's pulling the strings, the less time he's going to have to actually help.

But he knows that as soon as he steps inside, there's probably going to be someone standing there and very upset with him, and since Murphy's not... Spending a little time with her doesn't seem like a bad idea.

"Oh, alright," he sighs heavily, like he's making some great compromise.

whateverthemess January 3 2010, 08:14:25 UTC

Murphy moves to tuck her hands into her pockets as they walk, but there's that little issue of not having pockets. She rests a hand on her sword hilt instead. She hasn't hat it out of reach since the encounter with Michael.

"Most of the people who've seen me either pretend they don't or run the other way, actually." Murphy rolls her shoulders, and the wings spread just a bit. She's getting muscle cramps in muscles that should not reasonably exist. "Well. I know you want to ask."

She inspects a glowing lock of hair. "Ask away. I doubt I'll be able to tell you much."

thatsortofaman January 3 2010, 08:21:51 UTC

The Doctor does have pockets, and he shoves his hands into them, tilting his head to stare at her. "Well, did you... poke at any Rifts? Or any strange technology? Seen any strange lights, or... I dunno, got yourself turned into someone's science project?"

The Doctor is the least helpful sometimes. ...also, he thinks it's a little funny.

whateverthemess January 3 2010, 08:31:44 UTC

"No, no, no, not that I know of." Murphy scowls. "And I've tried everything I can think of short of storming the Pearly Gates and demanding to know if this means I'm going full time to make it go away. Everything I do either backfires or..."

She scowls. "Never mind."

thatsortofaman January 3 2010, 08:40:32 UTC

He cocks an eyebrow, smirking at her. He's trying not to look like he's amused. ...he's failing.

"Or?" he prompts gently. Come on, Murphy. The more you can tell him, the better he can help. Or maybe he'll just keep smirking like that. Either way.

whateverthemess January 3 2010, 08:42:41 UTC

She gives a long-suffering sigh. Her shoulders slump. So do her wings.

"Pull out one of m-- one of the feathers."

Grumpy Murphy is very grumpy.

thatsortofaman January 3 2010, 08:47:54 UTC

That stifled choking sound you hear is not a laugh. Really. He's... coughing. Time Lords are allergic to New Years'. Right.

He reaches over, once he's got control of himself, takes hold of a small feather, and pulls it out with a quick yank. Never give the Doctor a reason to poke at something new and shiny (literally, in this case), because he will do it without hesitation.

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