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[you_look_ready]

WHO: Beatrix Kiddo, the tenth Doctor
WHEN: Friday afternoon. Lol backdated.
WHAT: Bea stealing a car and trying to get the hell out of dodge.
WHERE: The fasted way out of Salem.
WARNINGS: None, I think. Car-stealing. Maybe some swearing.
NOTES: Just putting this up now to keep it within comm chronology. IT WILL BE EPICALLY BACKTHREADED, since

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[doctor_of_time]

He isn't surprised, exactly, that his new inmate-Bea-outwardly takes absolutely no interest in their surroundings. Although he can't imagine why someone wouldn't. It's Salem, isn't it? And it's Halloween, isn't it? What isn't there to take interest in? Which he points out several times over the course of the outing. He's in the middle of pointing it out again, as a matter of fact, and staring through a display window at a charmingly historically-inaccurate hat, when she disappears

Looks fine to me. Also, he can use his warden item to locate her, if he wants.

[you_look_ready]

The only thing that this car lacks is a stash of cash in the glove compartment. Oh, and a full tank. The fuel indicator needle hovering just outside the red area is what has her looking for cash in the first place, but as far as money is concerned, this car is as empty as a wallet on the night before payday. Well, you can't have everything.

The little gas that's left in the tank gets her out of Salem and onto the highway. She can feel the car slowing down just as she's driving up to the gas station exit, and uses the car's momentum to roll it up to the pump. Not to boast, but her timing is, as usually, impeccable. She kills the engine and gets out, pocketing the keys and heading for the shop entrance.

The gas station is not quite as out of the way as she would have liked for this purpose, but as she enters, she decides that it'll do. She takes a quick look around, noticing the three or four customers and the clerk behind the till--a middle-aged man with a bald pate that is almost certainly shaved, not natural--and then finding the

Cool! Wasn't sure if it was fair to her for him to use it initially, but will do that now.

[doctor_of_time]

He isn't actually going anywhere, not really, but stepping into his ship-not the Barge, but his ship-gives him a little frisson of excitement, as it almost never fails to do. This is more like it.

He only wastes a very brief moment looking over the console and touching a few controls fondly, out of habit; because he's got to be quick about this. There's no telling what his inmate is getting up to on the planet below. She's run off before he's even had a chance to fully suss out what she's capable of, what is and isn't her style, and as a result, finding her could be a problem.

Except.

The Doctor stops, fishing in his pocket for the psychic paper he'd used not very long ago.

Yes. That. That was supposed to help keep tabs on her, wasn't it? He vaguely recalls hearing something to that effect, but he hadn't really been paying attention at the time-there'd been things to see, people to meet. Listening to a list of guidelines and rules hadn't been especially high on his agenda. Perhaps it should've been

[you_look_ready]

Bea's minding the speed limit, going at a steady 65 miles per hour while nibbling sour cream & onion chips. It really wouldn't do to attract any inopportune attention from the authorities. They are going to be on her tail soon enough, anyway. But for now, she's cruising along meekly enough, easing her foot off the gas pedal every time the speed indicator needle quivers too close to the 70 mph mark