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[bit_impossible]

[currently, the Doctor is crawling on the floor in the entrance of the ballroom, occasionally stopping to look and feel under the couches for something. he doesn't show it, but he's been rather shaken up--and he certainly is not happy]

Come on out! I know you're here somewhere. You've got to be! I felt you before you--[he pauses, his hand suddenly darting under a plush chair]--did whatever you did a few moments ago.


[ooc: The Doctor had to make a choice! When you tag in, I'll leave you a little message in his reply back so you know what's up~]

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[oliverplus]

[smiles a little at that. it's...nice, to hear that sort of sentiment from the Doctor for once]

[opens his eyes again] You still look like a storm. I meant, sometimes, having you around is like a storm hitting. Other times, it's not so bad. You're usually good at fixing things after they're broken.

[he doesn't even think before he responds, although it should probably be noted that he would have picked a different location if he hadn't had to honestly blurt out the place he really wants to be] I want to go to the bar.

[bit_impossible]

[he smiles faintly, knowing that yes, sometimes it does seem like a storm rolls in when he arrives somewhere] Of course I am. Why do you think I'm called "the Doctor"?

[and then his eyebrow shoots up] The bar? Why the bar?

[oliverplus]

Because you like to help people. And you like to sound smart. [really, Doctor, you should watch what questions you're asking]

I could really use a pint right now. Maybe then I won't feel so bad about what I'm saying. [makes a face, sighing. he knows he couldn't help but say it]

[bit_impossible]

True, and true--but I can't help that I am a genius. I'm going to sound smart no matter what I do. [he grins. really, he just takes it as a compliment]

Just one? I highly doubt a pint will help your feelings. But come on. I want to come back here, but perhaps a drink first would be good. [after all, there is something about his hand encounter that he isn't telling Oliver]

[oliverplus]

Depends on how long we stay!

All right, let's go to the bar, then. [that's totally unfair, Ten!]

[bit_impossible]

[pulls open the door, craning his neck out to have a look around him. that general unease sits in his stomach, but he's grown rather used to similar feelings in the past, so he doesn't pay it too much attention.]

Right... It looks clear enough. If we run, we ought to be able to avoid anything else lurking out here.

[oliverplus]

[nods, used to being in situations like this with the Doctor] I'm ready when you are.

[bit_impossible]

Right. Ready...and--now! [bolts out the door]

[oliverplus]

[hurries after him. this is really much too familiar]

[bit_impossible]

[they barely make it fifty feet before one of those awful creatures comes lumbering at them.] Whoa! [he puts out a hand to stop Oliver]

[oliverplus]

[stops just short of crashing into him] It's a zombie!

[bit_impossible]

Oh, don't be ridiculous. If it were, wouldn't it be crying out for our brains? I doubt it could manage that. [of course, he's being extremely facetious.]

This way! [pushes him to the right]

[oliverplus]

Not all zombies do that!

[but he takes the hint and starts running to the right]

[bit_impossible]

[runs alongside him] Oh, details! Besides, didn't you get a good look at it?

[oliverplus]

Yeah, but I wish I hadn't!

[bit_impossible]

Yes, my point exactly. [glances over his shoulder then forward again] It's slowing down. [looks backward again] Why's it slowing down?

[oliverplus]

[glances back as well] Maybe it found fresher brains?

[bit_impossible]

What?! Are you saying mine are past the sell-by date?

[oliverplus]

Well, you are awfully old.

[bit_impossible]

So? A good brain doesn't go rotten with age--well, at least not mine, anyway.

[slows down now that they're near the entrance to the bar, and has another look over his shoulder] Huh. It doesn't seem interested now. Why is that?

[oliverplus]

So it might not want old brains. Or Time Lords.

Maybe it's just allergic to beer! [really, Doctor, you've gotta do something about this honesty. Oliver is blurting out every wild idea he has]

[bit_impossible]

That makes it even worse, because if it wants humans, there are an awfully lot of humans on the Plane. You all could be in danger.

[he glances at him, looking at him like Oliver's a bit mad, then cracks a smile] Come on, before it decides to give beer a go anyway. [opens the door]

[oliverplus]

I doubt it's really allergic to beer, just so you know. [but he hurries inside]

[bit_impossible]

[he sighs a little] Yes, I'm aware. [follows after him]

Well! Shall I play bartender--or would you like the honour?

[oliverplus]

I want to. [really, he just wants to pour himself a nice, tall pint without the Doctor fussing. so he goes straight for the taps] What would you like, Doctor?