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And if you go, angels will run to defend me

Feb 17, 2009 21:43

The Other's been wandering Chicago, finding places to stay here and there, occasionally visiting a homeless shelter. It's more interesting that way. But with the mentions of violence in his journal, he's of the opinion it's time to make his way to one of the safehouses that have been mentioned ( Read more... )

the doctor (ten), juliet burke, plot: game-wide, ianto jones, john smith, the other, plot: election, monsters, gene hunt, charlie walker, susan ivanova, npc

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thatsortofaman February 18 2009, 15:15:10 UTC

Rose, as much as the Doctor knows she tends to be jeopardy-friendly, seems unlikely to just wander around Chicago the way things have been, especially without saying a word beforehand. Which just leads to the conclusion that it's Cassandra, and so he's... looking for her in places Cassandra seems likely to go.

It's not a fun search, especially since even if he finds what he's looking for... he gets Cassandra at the end of it. Yes, that's exactly what he wants.

He's downtown, walking down the sidewalk and paying more attention to the buildings he's passing than the cars on the street or the people around him - not many, now that it's after dark, though his way's mostly lit by yellow streetlights. Restaurant, coffee shop - not the exploding one - video store... Some sort of club. Cassandra likes clubs, doesn't she?

This is the Doctor's least favorite excursion ever. Rose had better be grateful when he finds her.

bloodsoulrhythm February 18 2009, 19:31:04 UTC

Charlie's playing that wonderful game called 'follow the absence of discomfort'. It's not the best way of tracking down the Doctor, but it gets him in the same general area, and he's gotten very good at picking out a certain tall skinny figure in a long coat.

So, after a minute or two, Charlie's truck pulls up alongside the Doctor, and a window's rolled down. "Hey. Do you ever pay attention to the warnings about not going out alone?"

thatsortofaman February 19 2009, 03:18:17 UTC

He doesn't stop walking, doesn't slow down, barely glances at Charlie. He's agitated and angry - possibly at John, possibly at Cassandra, possibly at himself - and if Charlie tries to drag him off now... Well, he really can't do much to stop him, but he will be very unhappy about it.

"Never stopped me before, and I think a bunch of faceless idiots with firebombs are just a little bit less of a direct threat to my safety than Calisto was back then." He takes a breath, lets it out, tries to soften his tone just a little. "I'm looking for Rose. Or... Cassandra. Probably Cassandra, honestly."

bloodsoulrhythm February 23 2009, 20:30:29 UTC

"I'd argue that. One demon's dangerous as fuck, yeah. A bunch of pissed off humans who think they're on the right side... They can be worse. I know you've heard the saying, 'Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.' Think about it." He keeps driving along beside him. He knows about the other Rose, for all that he mostly just misses the one he first met, and that causes him to think a minute.

"...So here's how we do this. Either you get in the truck and we cruise along looking for her, or you give me a chance to park this thing and I join you on foot."

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kashttaaatman February 18 2009, 16:52:40 UTC

Grumpy tower is grumpy. Grumpy tower does not appreciate being talked back to.

So it spits out a ghost at Susan, along with a pervasive sense of "Why should I listen to you?"

The ghost tumbles out of the wall and stares at her, then ambles on up toward the ceiling. There's a reason most of Owen's interaction witht he Tower involves bitching at it.

theb5mantra February 18 2009, 17:41:19 UTC

Okay. It's being difficult.

Ivanova can handle difficult. She spent the past year being tossed into one diplomatic nightmare after another, and if she can handle warring aliens, she can handle one bitchy building.

...She hopes.

:: There are several reasons you should listen to me. More importantly, there are several reasons you should want to listen to me. You're not in the best of moods right now, with the people and the noise and whatever happened to that one hallway and the morgue, I know. I'm sure no one's ever asked you want you want in all this -- no one ever thinks to consult the building, do they? Hell of an existence. ::

She actually can sympathize a bit, there. Not in the sense of being a building, but...

She's just going to stop that train of thought right there.

:: And you're already doing most of us a favor just by letting us stay with a minimum of... eating people. I appreciate that. We just really need everyone to stay safe, especially during this current crisis. So I'm just asking, please don't eat people. You ( ... )

kashttaaatman February 19 2009, 04:34:22 UTC

The ghost crackles, visually and audibly. With it comes a wash of pure malice.

...or perhaps that's not what it is. It cools quickly into vague sullenness, and the lights give a halfhearted flicker. There's something about it that's like a large, unhappy child. It doesn't know what it needs or wants, but it's no liking what it's got.

liberatechicago February 18 2009, 17:56:17 UTC

The apartment complex is being watched, too. It's not a hot spot like the Conrad Hotel, but there have been rumors that this place gives rooms to only Wanderers.

Four teenagers approach John. One of them sneers at his umbrella.

"Lose something?"

Another one hisses, "Freak."

likes_pears February 18 2009, 18:57:07 UTC

Oh, this... This isn't good. "I'm looking for a friend of mine," he says, wariness in his voice as he watches the four of them.

Oh, he's afraid... He feels very small and human, suddenly, ridiculous with his umbrella. But there's a tickle in the back of his mind, a certainty that one man with an umbrella can do a great deal more than most people would give him credit for.

And the umbrella itself is a comforting weight in his hand, painfully familiar -- it's not some little collapsible thing, but something very nearly sturdy enough to be used as a cane, if the situation warrants. Not the best weapon, no, especially not against four young men who seem to be looking for trouble, but he's not quite as helpless as he looks.

Perhaps that'll be enough. Most likely it won't be. But he thinks of Rose, and it's enough to keep him going. She's on her own out there -- her or Cassandra, which is even more horrifying, because who knows what she'd do ( ... )

liberatechicago February 18 2009, 20:25:30 UTC

"You exist."

"You don't belong here."

"Your kind killed my dad."

The hate and contempt in their voices does not waver from voice to voice. The fourth boy remains silent.

They surround him. The shortest teen plays with a switchblade. The tallest approaches and reaches for the umbrella. The silent boy moves to kick John in the shin from behind.

likes_pears February 19 2009, 02:04:04 UTC

"My kind, is it?" Don't think about it, something urges him, just move. Some part of his brain that's still got a bit of Doctor in, something that can tap into reactions he doesn't know he has, and all he can think to do is keep talking and not think about what he's doing.

"Englishmen? Schoolteachers? Humans?" He sidesteps out of range of the one moving behind him. "That's always how it is, isn't it? Throughout history. The Jews, the Arabs, people who're unlucky enough to have a different skin color or religion or place of origin." The umbrella turns smoothly in his hands, away from the one who would grab it, and he doesn't have enough free space to turn and run, but he can try, if they'll just give him an opening...

"It's easy, isn't it? Reduce people to a 'kind', and they're not people anymore; what they've done or hasn't done doesn't matter. You don't have to find the ones responsible, after all, because anyone will do, as long as they're the right kind.He's one skinny man, umbrella held in both hands defensively, words pouring ( ... )

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neverinportland February 18 2009, 21:43:16 UTC

If Ianto stops back into the kitchen, he will find Juliet baking muffins. All the muffins. There's only so much that a doctor can do when there aren't actually patients to see and to keep herself from pacing the halls like a maniac, she's decided to aide in the plight as best she can... With muffins.

At this moment, there is a line of muffin pans cooling on the counter and Juliet's in the middle of taking one more out of the oven and doing a fair job of neither burning her hand or her muffins (this is a concern).

...Yeah, Juliet's pretty much a cooking one-trick pony.

charminglioness February 20 2009, 00:57:40 UTC

If Ianto ever finds himself in the lobby, he might notice a young redhead from a certain party standing in front of the building, holding a steaming cup of (doubtless inferior) coffee and looking as if she wants to get mugged.

Lily Evans is a Gryffindor with a wand who does not like to be called a freak.