Reasons to be Challenged A story for trichgal76
Title - Reasons to be Tidy
Genre: Grimm, Doctor Who (10)
Rating: G
Prompt: There’s adventure in being a janitor at the oldest theatre in town.
trichgal76, Thanks for playing along with me. I hope you enjoy your little trip to Portland, OR. Also my thanks to nursesparky for her beta.
All I know is that this stinks, literally.” Theresa Rubel, aka Truble, grumbled as she squeezed the water out of her mop and returned it to the floor. “I mean, the whole place smells weird.”
“Maybe it’s the smell of the unwashed rabble, although at $300 a ticket, I suspect they have higher hygiene standards than most.” Monroe angled the plastic standing dustpan and sweep several wrappers into it. “What amazes me if how Nick talked us into this.”
“Yeah.” Truble was careful to not miss a spot. “He got me with food.”
Monroe smiled at that. “He knows how to go for your weakness… I’m just not sure what we are going to find here, aside from the, you know...” He lowered his voice. “Ghosts.”
“Strange noises coming from the oldest theatre in Portland. Gee, there’s a mystery.” Truble laughed. “I thought Wesen didn’t believe in ghosts.”
“I don’t.” There was a noise, a rattle, and he spun towards the noise, fully woged. He growled and then shifted back. “As a rule. However the reports of something happening here are pretty consistent.”
“And tell me again why we are here and Nick isn’t?”
“No idea.” There was another noise, a low whining grind. “What the hell is that?”
Monroe winced and squeezed his eyes shut. “Not a clue, but it’s killing my ears.”
Truble set the mop aside. “Come on, we’re going to find out.”
“But I haven’t finished sweeping yet,” Monroe protested, his attention fully upon his broom, moving it in short fast sweeps.
Truble grinned. “Come on, are you a Blutbad or a Mauzhertz?”
“I like Mauzhertzs just fine. In fact, some of my best friends are Mauzhertz.”
Truble grinned at that and gave him a shove. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you to protect the big bad Blutbad.”
“Wait a minute.” Monroe pulled out his cell phone as the noise started to fade. “Let’s me record this so that Nick knows what’s going on.”
As if scared of being recorded, the noise silenced and there was nothing, save for the ever-present distant and muffled roar of Portland traffic. “Well, there was a noise.”
Truble walked slowly in the direction of the sound, pausing every few feet to stop and listen.
“Nothing now.” Monroe said, encouraging her forward. “This would be a good time to check it out. You take the left and I’ll take the right.”
Truble gave him a lopsided grin and cautiously climbed up at side stairs to the stage. She looked up, studying the space above the stage before moving onto it. Monroe kept one eye on her and the other around him, his sense heightened in case of trouble.
They eventually got backstage but there was nothing there, save set pieces and large props for the current show.
“Anything?” she asked.
“No, I smell something, but it’s not like anything else I’ve encountered… human, but not.”
“Wesen?”
“I’m not sure... it’s like a totally alien smell to me.
“Okay, that’s scary.” Truble stopped before a phone booth and cocked her head. “Hey, Monroe, how much do you know about England?”
Monroe gingerly crossed the stage and went to her side. “Enough, why? If you want me to recite a royal lineage or something, I think I can go back to Elizabeth the First pretty easily.”
“More basic than that. Aren’t phone booths in England red?”
“If you can find one, yeah.”
“Someone messed up. They painted this one blue.”
“That’s where the smell is coming from.” Monroe took a step back. “Truble, I think we have…”
“Trouble? Then it’s good I’m here.” She dropped into a battle stance as the door opened.
Monroe woged into his Blutbad visage and growled, threatening.
A man stuck his head out and grinned. “Oh, look, Rose. It’s a girl… and her very ugly…”
“Call me a dog and I’ll take you down,” Monroe said, baring his teeth.
The smile dimmed slightly “…talking thing.” He thrust his hand as he climbed out of the box. “Hello, I’m The Doctor and this is Rose.” He gestured her forward.
“Looks like we both have our burdens to bear,” the blonde women muttered from the doorway.
Truble smiled and nodded. “You have no idea. So, why are you here?”
The Doctor patted the blue box. “The TARDIS brought us here. She’s always had a keen nose for adventure and..." He caught his breath at the sight of a familiar foe. “And that would be why we are here. Rose, stay inside.”
“What?” Truble looked over at the angel statue. “Monroe, was that there before?”
“Get into the TARDIS and I will explain. Don’t argue, don’t hesitate and whatever you do, don’t blink...”
Genre: Grimm, Doctor Who (10)
Rating: G
Prompt: There’s adventure in being a janitor at the oldest theatre in town.
trichgal76, Thanks for playing along with me. I hope you enjoy your little trip to Portland, OR. Also my thanks to nursesparky for her beta.
All I know is that this stinks, literally.” Theresa Rubel, aka Truble, grumbled as she squeezed the water out of her mop and returned it to the floor. “I mean, the whole place smells weird.”
“Maybe it’s the smell of the unwashed rabble, although at $300 a ticket, I suspect they have higher hygiene standards than most.” Monroe angled the plastic standing dustpan and sweep several wrappers into it. “What amazes me if how Nick talked us into this.”
“Yeah.” Truble was careful to not miss a spot. “He got me with food.”
Monroe smiled at that. “He knows how to go for your weakness… I’m just not sure what we are going to find here, aside from the, you know...” He lowered his voice. “Ghosts.”
“Strange noises coming from the oldest theatre in Portland. Gee, there’s a mystery.” Truble laughed. “I thought Wesen didn’t believe in ghosts.”
“I don’t.” There was a noise, a rattle, and he spun towards the noise, fully woged. He growled and then shifted back. “As a rule. However the reports of something happening here are pretty consistent.”
“And tell me again why we are here and Nick isn’t?”
“No idea.” There was another noise, a low whining grind. “What the hell is that?”
Monroe winced and squeezed his eyes shut. “Not a clue, but it’s killing my ears.”
Truble set the mop aside. “Come on, we’re going to find out.”
“But I haven’t finished sweeping yet,” Monroe protested, his attention fully upon his broom, moving it in short fast sweeps.
Truble grinned. “Come on, are you a Blutbad or a Mauzhertz?”
“I like Mauzhertzs just fine. In fact, some of my best friends are Mauzhertz.”
Truble grinned at that and gave him a shove. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you to protect the big bad Blutbad.”
“Wait a minute.” Monroe pulled out his cell phone as the noise started to fade. “Let’s me record this so that Nick knows what’s going on.”
As if scared of being recorded, the noise silenced and there was nothing, save for the ever-present distant and muffled roar of Portland traffic. “Well, there was a noise.”
Truble walked slowly in the direction of the sound, pausing every few feet to stop and listen.
“Nothing now.” Monroe said, encouraging her forward. “This would be a good time to check it out. You take the left and I’ll take the right.”
Truble gave him a lopsided grin and cautiously climbed up at side stairs to the stage. She looked up, studying the space above the stage before moving onto it. Monroe kept one eye on her and the other around him, his sense heightened in case of trouble.
They eventually got backstage but there was nothing there, save set pieces and large props for the current show.
“Anything?” she asked.
“No, I smell something, but it’s not like anything else I’ve encountered… human, but not.”
“Wesen?”
“I’m not sure... it’s like a totally alien smell to me.
“Okay, that’s scary.” Truble stopped before a phone booth and cocked her head. “Hey, Monroe, how much do you know about England?”
Monroe gingerly crossed the stage and went to her side. “Enough, why? If you want me to recite a royal lineage or something, I think I can go back to Elizabeth the First pretty easily.”
“More basic than that. Aren’t phone booths in England red?”
“If you can find one, yeah.”
“Someone messed up. They painted this one blue.”
“That’s where the smell is coming from.” Monroe took a step back. “Truble, I think we have…”
“Trouble? Then it’s good I’m here.” She dropped into a battle stance as the door opened.
Monroe woged into his Blutbad visage and growled, threatening.
A man stuck his head out and grinned. “Oh, look, Rose. It’s a girl… and her very ugly…”
“Call me a dog and I’ll take you down,” Monroe said, baring his teeth.
The smile dimmed slightly “…talking thing.” He thrust his hand as he climbed out of the box. “Hello, I’m The Doctor and this is Rose.” He gestured her forward.
“Looks like we both have our burdens to bear,” the blonde women muttered from the doorway.
Truble smiled and nodded. “You have no idea. So, why are you here?”
The Doctor patted the blue box. “The TARDIS brought us here. She’s always had a keen nose for adventure and..." He caught his breath at the sight of a familiar foe. “And that would be why we are here. Rose, stay inside.”
“What?” Truble looked over at the angel statue. “Monroe, was that there before?”
“Get into the TARDIS and I will explain. Don’t argue, don’t hesitate and whatever you do, don’t blink...”