entry three: [ audio ]

[sittingtype]

[ Friday evening finds John out on the town and looking a reprieve (or an edge of excitement) that he desperately needs from time to time. unfortunately, the Block Party wasn't exactly his cup of tea, but it's not too difficult to find other means of entertainment in the port after remembering a few recommendations from his arrival

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voice;

[kingofrooks]

Keep talking.

voice;

[sittingtype]

About what?

voice;

[kingofrooks]

Where are you?

voice;

[sittingtype]

The subway. I think something might be wrong with the pillars.

voice;

[kingofrooks]

What's wrong with the pillars?

Try not to move too much.

voice;

[sittingtype]

They're melting.

[ he tries -- for a second, then he's pacing again. ]

voice;

[kingofrooks]

How can they be melting? You're a man of science, Doctor. Figure it out.

Re: voice;

[sittingtype]

[ John lapses into silence, broken only by his little chuckles, as he concentrates on the question.

how? he can vaguely guess why it might be happening, pinning down the symptoms with great effort, having researched this sort of thing while he was at Barts -- and even had the misfortune of experiencing the damage it can inflict on a personal level and it goes against every moral bone in his body to think it could...

...but now he's thinking about Harry; he isn't laughing anymore. she never touched this sort of stuff -- oh god, he hoped she hadn't -- but she had a habit of trying to escape the stresses of normal life by making the lines blur.

the most scientific explanation, he thinks, would be more devastating one to accept. it's hard to tell whether he lost the thread of deduction or simply cast it away. ]

I, uhm.. can't think straight.

voice;

[kingofrooks]

[ Oh good. He's still capable of rational thought. ]

Can you still tell what is rational and what is foolish?

voice;

[sittingtype]

Yes... no. Sort of.

voice;

[kingofrooks]

Clarify that.

voice;

[sittingtype]

I'm talking to someone who goes out night after night dressed up as a giant bat.

[ John giggles again. ]

voice;

[kingofrooks]

Which is irrelevant to this conversation.

Doctor. Think.

voice;

[sittingtype]

I can't think. You sound all... [ he gestures hopelessly on the other end of the line. ] ... red. Burgundy!

voice;

[kingofrooks]

Voices don't have colours.

voice;

[sittingtype]

How can you see through that cowl, anyway? It must give you one hell of a headache.