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[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies appears in the middle of the Plane clearly arriving straight from work. she's in a suit, as well as wearing an ID card hanging from her neck and a belt of police gear around her waist. however, her hair is disheveled and she looks very concerned about something. ignoring her surroundings, she pulls her right arm against her, twisting the fabric of her shirt so see can see the underside of it. she frowns down at a small round scortch mark on her shirt for a moment before she presses against it, still frowning, but showing no sign of pain as she prods at the area]

[after a moment, she lets her arm go and now stares down at her own hands in confusion--as though she expects to find some sort of answer there. she considers silently for a bit, chewing her lip. but eventually she sighs before mumbling to herself:] I wish I had a knife...

[ooc: Menzies' wish has had the accidental side effect of making her invulnerable for a month! Just a warning that if you give her something sharp, she's going to do a little (ultimately harmless) test with it.]

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[dododo]

[ He can't help the chuckle at the pun. Puns are amazing. ]

Aha! I have a pocket knife. How appropriate.

[ While he generally doesn't approve of weapons, knives are also tools. Never know when it might come in handy. Like now.

He holds it out to her. ]

[grip_on_reality]

Cheers. [she accepts the knife. holding out her free hand, she flicks the knife along the back of it--and it does nothing. she flexes her hand, staring at the unblemished skin] Well. Looks like it's not just bullets that can't 'arm me.

[dododo]

Looks like. How absolutely fascinating.

[ No seriously. ]

[grip_on_reality]

[she snorts] Fascinating's one word. [she closes the pocket knife and offers it back to him with a sigh] Well, Doctor, I suppose if you get into any trouble in the near future, I might be able to offer you a hand. Assuming, of course, that this doesn't have some nasty catch that I just 'aven't discovered yet. [because she wouldn't put it past the Plane. but if this really is what it seems like and she's invulnerable, she's going to make good use of it]

So far so good, anyway. [she rubs her hand experimentally, but there's absolutely no sign at all that she tried to cut it. she's still frowning, though, not sure whether she's looking a gift horse in the mouth or this will somehow turn into the Plane's usual shenanigans] 'ave you ever seen anything like this?

[dododo]

Not on skin, no ...

I suppose you have not gone and died while I haven't seen you?

[ Since Jamie said you can get abilities from dying. ]

[grip_on_reality]

Died!? [her knee-jerk reaction to the question is surprise, but she quickly realises why he's asking it] Ah, no. Believe it or not, I generally try to avoid that. I'd even offer to show you me blood! But I don't think that's possible just now.

But if you've never seen anything like this... [she sighs] I suppose it's another of this place's experiments. Lovely.

[dododo]

I suppose it must be.

[ A grimace. ]

Probably not a good thing, then, eh?

[grip_on_reality]

[she snorts] Oh, I'm sure it's completely benign! [by which she means she's just waiting for the other shoe to drop]

If this starts 'appening to anybody else, let me know.

[dododo]

Mm. I will.

[ He tucks his hands into his trouser pockets, presses his lips together. Now what?

Oh, he knows. Let's bring out the recorder! ]

[grip_on_reality]

[she gives him a questioning look at that] Uh. What are you doing? [because the Doctors she's known so far haven't really struck her as the musical type]

[dododo]

[ Cocks an eyebrow. ]

Thinking.

[ He puts the mouthpiece to his lips and starts playing. It's not the most beautiful sound, but he has gotten better than he was in the very beginning of this incarnation. Hopefully it's not that bad. ]

[grip_on_reality]

[she raises an eyebrow right back at him. admittedly, regardless of his ability, the recorder isn't really her thing] What about?

[dododo]

This, of course. Death. Weird, sudden abilities.

[ Stop bothering him. ]

[grip_on_reality]

[she catches that hint and snorts, amused. the idea of the Doctor using a recorder to think is still a foreign concept to her] Right. Well, whatever you figure out, keep me in touch.

[and she gives him a wave before she drops from the Plane, heading back to deal with the crime scene she left behind]

[dododo]

[ Oh, wow! If only everyone had the understanding to do that. ]