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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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[bit_impossible]

I'm moving fine enough, thanks, Sefton. [rolls his eyes and drops to the floor, continuing his inspection of the furniture, but now that he's seen the hand descend, he's going a bit slower in hopes of catching it later on]

[polarization]

[ Oh, there's a disgruntled noise from Sefton, and he moves to leave for real this time. ]

[bit_impossible]

[he doesn't look up, but hears him moving] Be careful out there, all right? Where there's a disembodied hand, there's surely to be a body looking for it...