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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]

[he smiles] Well, let's see what's out there. The kitchen could be a safe bet, or the bar and onsen. Which do you feel like?

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Given those options, do you really need to ask?

[bit_impossible]

Just checking, really. Shall we?

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Since when did you look before you leap. You really are getting quite old aren't you?

[she takes his arm, even if he hasn't offered] Oh, why not.

[bit_impossible]

I am, but I know you, as well. [smiles cheekily and pats her hand, stepping towards the door]

Just to warn you...we may have to run.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Story of my life.

[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!]

[bit_impossible]

[but luckily for her, he takes off in a run almost immediately! watch out Benny, his legs are longer than, well, either previous incarnation she's dealt with]