The Doctor (
bit_impossible) wrote in
realityshifted2010-10-03 09:39 pm
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[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~]
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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Well! For starters, I think we need to stay away from topics that incite a certain emotion in us. Well, not just one.
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[quickly] Also, let's agree that we can retain the right to remain silent if it fits us.
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You do realise if we agree to that, we might not end up saying anything at all. Of course, we could always switch to Delphon, but I can't remember how up you are on that or if I taught you at all.
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[she smiles] You know, I can't quite recall if you have either. You can try teaching me again. It would be a safe activity I think, considering how limited and painful our conversation might become without a distraction.
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Of course, there is catching a film, but we'd have to dodge those hands every now and--Benny, watch out! [he grabs her suddenly, pulling her towards him as he spins away from the spot he stood in. he glances back over his shoulder, catching sight of one of the hands skittering away, deprived of its prey]
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[she takes his arm, even if he hasn't offered] Oh, why not.
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Just to warn you...we may have to run.
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[she looks up at him, her free hand on the door, ready to open it]
Shall we?
[and before waiting for his response, she opens the door, and it's zombie running time!]
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