Character Meet and Greet~~ At Night

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I. Main Street Usa!

It's twilight, edging to evening, and yet the streets are still alive with citizens and Apprentices (that means you!) alike. Take the time to admire the lights, pop in and out of the cafes or just relax in the garden.

Weapon shops and magic shops are open late into the evening this time of year, so feel free to enjoy yourself before you equip yourself for the life head.


II. Apprentice Training 101- Evening Class

Same commons behind the fire house, same weapons and wands available for practicing your skills-- though this time under the cozy street lights and the bright blues and tired purples of a fading summer twilight. Strike at the training dummy or try to catch fireflies with whispers, its all up to you.


III. Things that Go Bump

Are bumping. And they mean business. A few level 1 corroded monsters are scurrying around Main Street causing havoc and it's up to you to stop them. The question is, is it early in the evening or do you dare to face the creatures at the night's darkest hour?


IV. It's time to Sparkle!

Everyone has a spark of imagination. That is, in fact, why you're here! It's time to shine with your own scenario! Just try to keep from causing too much trouble.

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IV: Sparkle and Shine

[funnylittleclown]

With all the other tables spoken for the industrious woman with the ripped apart radio was about to have some company. The Doctor swept over to her in a swirl of over-sized coat and grabbed the back of an empty chair at her table.

"Is this seat taken?"

Naturally before she could answer he had placed himself in the chair and moved a few of those abandoned radio bits to set his sundae on the table.

"You're terribly popular. It's all the wait staff can talk about, the lady with the broken down radio and I must say it is a curious project. Was the dial was loose?"

This asked even though he could clearly see from the amount of pieces that had been removed from the device there was a good deal more to the tinkering than that.

[not_so_different]

She'd been about to thoroughly tell off the strange man who'd just helped himself to a seat... when she noticed who the strange man was.

"Do you mind?! I don't recall... inviting... you to sit." She tilted her head, regarding him carefully. Now there was a face she hadn't seen in a very very long time. And he obviously had never seen hers. She could have played the part of the daft human, but she was tired of pretending, for once.

She smiled, "I'd have thought you of all people could tell this was more complicated work than just a broken radio, Doctor."

[funnylittleclown]

"No, I don't mind at all!"

So said as he dug a spoon deep enough down into his sundae to come up with a sizable dollop of hot fudge.

"It is curious though..."

This spoonful of yummy dessert was leisurely eaten before he finished the sentence.

"I don't recall ever having met you before, and I do think I would since you've rather a distinctive evil school marm look going, haven't you? All you need is a ruler. But, regardless of that you do seem to know my name and that I could tell you were building more than a replacement radio dial. Why is that?"

[not_so_different]

Oh this is just too rich. He was still the Doctor, of course, but it was remarkable seeing this face again. He was so young.

She pursed her lips, eyes glimmering with mirth. "Oh we certainly have met before, old friend. Many times, in fact. My dear, dear friend."

With that little breadcrumb she poked at the radio with her screwdriver. "I was attempting to make a sonic... something... though that's proving to be a bit more difficult than I thought it would. This technology is terribly primitive, after all."

[funnylittleclown]

He pouted thoughtfully as he continued his spoon's rhythmic dive back into the ice cream bowl though each 'dip' did bring a dawning sense of foreboding. He didn't have many 'dear, dear friends' that wouldn't see fit to share their names with him.

"I see, you're one of those that prefers the mystery."

The Doctor looked to the ruined radio, "And a challenge."

That poor radio, it's parts might not be entirely up to anything as complex as a sonic.

"Well, I could attempt to wish you up something but I haven't always the best results with it."

[not_so_different]

"Oh come now, Doctor. Haven't you any guesses?"

The radio was all but forgotten. Leaning forward, she gingerly rested her elbows on the table between the pieces.

"Not even one?" she was horribly disappointed.

[funnylittleclown]

"Hm... I do have a two guesses but as the War Lord was fairly efficiently dealt with you must be the other one."

His spoon ended up abandoned in the bowl of ice cream.

"I do wi--..." He caught himself before saying the word 'wish' as that did so often have strange consequences here. "I'm not the least bit happy to see you."

He had very nearly wished he could say otherwise.

"Hopefully you will consider the idea of retirement?"

[not_so_different]

"Well... I... suppose I deserve that."

She'd expected too much, thinking that he'd be at least the teensiest bit happy to see her. She'd been spoiled by the faces he wore more recently. The current one's miniscule smile before he grew too worried and frightened of her plan. And when he looked oh so young and begged her to regenerate and stay with him. She'd almost forgotten the time when those drums were slowly degenerating her sanity, sending her depeer and deeper into madness.

At first it stirred up anger for her Doctor, for locking her in a cage and trying to teach her how to be good. She wouldn't have this ache in her hearts if it wasn't for him. But... she somehow couldn't hold onto that anger. It burned out and blew away like ashes in the wind. All that was left was that knot of sadness and a touch of... what was that? Regret? Damn him...

She swallowed, sitting back and folding her hands properly in her lap. Her eyes dropped from his face, staring instead at the mess on the table. Was she really building the device for her? Or was she trying to do something to help? She wasn't sure anymore. After a moment of silence she spoke again, her voice quiet, almost contemplative.

"It's been centuries. Millenia, even, for me. A lot can change in that time." She paused, slowly raising her eyes to him again, "Even an utterly bananas Time Lady."

[funnylittleclown]

"A lot can change," he agreed but just as quickly countered, "And a lot can stay the same. You've another new body, that is different but the rest..."

His eyes ran over her and her work again, maybe to see if she were really making a sonic device or maybe it was a bomb or some other ingenious little device to take over the... well, town. There wasn't much to the world right now.

"I recall you were always very interested in conquering worlds, what changed your mind about that?"

[not_so_different]

"I should be coy and say something clever about not wanting to effect things by telling you. But I hardly think that matters here do you?"

She gives him a small smile.

"There were a few things really. But primarily? You did."

[funnylittleclown]

"Now I do find that difficult to believe."

The young Doctor chuckled under his breath, toying with something in his pocket as he did so.

"The last time I saw you... you were holding a weapon on me. Well, on me, and me, and myself... three of me all come together to defeat the Games of Rassilon. You said something then, do you remember what it was? It was..."

He paused and a finger drifted up to his lips, thoughtfully.

"Now... let's see if I can remember, it was something like, oh yes! 'Killing you once was never enough for me, Doctor. How gratifying to do it three times over.'"

Coyly he looked to the lady across from him.

"If you have given up on that it would be a big change."

[not_so_different]

Ah yes. Fond memories.

No! Bad Missy!

She winced at the memory. It was so very long ago and so much had happened since. It wasn't often she actually felt old but in this moment the millenia weighed heavily on her. It was obvious she wasn't going to get through to him and she was so very tired. Between being shot down for doing the right thing and all of the emotional recoil that came with it, she just didn't have it in her to please her case.

"Fine, then." She stood, brushing the creases out of her skirt. "Clearly, you won't take my word for it, I suppose I can understand that. Perhaps you should talk with yourself about it. You're the only person in the universe you'd really trust, after all."

Her jaw clenched ever so slightly and she turned, intending to leave. Depending on how closely he was watching he may notice some stiffness in the way she moved. Healed or no, she was still in pain as the residual effects faded.

[funnylittleclown]

Actually he could think of dozens of people whose word he would accept without question, she just wasn't one of those. Naturally she was very carefully watched as she moved to stand and the Doctor ever so helpfully cheered her on with a quick recorder solo of 'The Old Gray Mare'... until he watched a little more closely and noticed it seemed to be more recent injury than old age catching up with her.

"You've forgotten your radio."

Which was speak for you needn't rush off with out it.

"Did you take a tumble when you arrived?"

[not_so_different]

Ugh she'd forgotten about that stupid recorder. She rolled her eyes so hard her whole head rolled to complete the movement.

"Was that really necessary?" She tried to turn to look over her shoulder but that hurt so she turned completely around, placing a hand on her hip. "I was trying to make a dramatic exit. And we both know that's never going to work anyway." She gestured towards the mess.

At the question, she froze. Of course he'd ask about that. Her voice was quieter as she responded, almost hesitant. "No... Apparently their healing has a few side effects."

[funnylittleclown]

"But what good is a dramatic exit without a little musical accompaniment?"

More dramatic music might have made the exit even more dramatic but that had never really been the goal.

"Was it a difficult regeneration?"

[not_so_different]

She turned her head, tensing visibly as she thought back on that horrid moment. Betrayal from both... expected, but not to that extent. Though if anyone was going to be the true death of her...

Her voice was tight, "You're assuming there was one."

[funnylittleclown]

"Well, there must have been at some point or else you would still have the beard."

The Doctor looked over at her and smiled, full of that youthful cheek of his.

"What did happen? I ask in the hope you would be willing to tell me if you are about to pass out or something equally unfortunate. You wouldn't be much good as a lump on the sidewalk."

[not_so_different]

That got a dramatic eye roll. "I've regenerated quite a few times since then, I'll have you know."

But his question still stood. It was a valid question and, if she had any hope of getting this version to trust her, one she should answer honestly. She sighed, brushing some invisible strands of hair out of her face. "You could say my last regeneration and I had a... difference of opinion." Pausing, she thought for a moment, choosing her next words carefully. "He was just... more definitive in expressing his."

[funnylittleclown]

"I shouldn't wonder."

But he did, and he wasn't entirely able of hiding that hint of concern that slipped into his words.

"You always were your own worst enemy. I assume they fixed you up and there is just the lingering soreness to deal with?"

[not_so_different]

She nodded, one hand drifting to the site of the laser blast.

"Yes, precisely. It's a remarkable thing, that. Being snatched from the brink of death. And by magic, no less."

[funnylittleclown]

"Yes, and then brought here to help save a world. It will be quite the change for you. You had better rest up."

As now and then it did look to him like she might just tumble over.

[not_so_different]

She chuckled, "Not as big a change as you'd imagine."

Sighing, she lifted an eyebrow, "Now are you going to let me walk away dramatically? Because if you're going to keep asking me questions I'd rather sit down."

[funnylittleclown]

"Oh no, please do! Feel free to exit as dramatically as you like."

He did still have that recorder in his hands however and was in the process of placing his fingers over a few of the holes. It was probably safe.