Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

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[guitar_hero]

"Well, great. Now we're both out of ideas." He didn't believe in the trolley problem. Now was not the time to be concerned for the trolley problem. The giant head comes down a bit too close to them and sends up a shower of sparks.


"Yes, good. Giant distraction. Excellent idea." Note the sarcasm. "What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?"

[takeitsleazy]

If Twelve ever told Michael that not believing in the trolley problem was an option, he'd be mind-blown. For now, however, he just threw up an arm to keep the sparks out of his hair. Protect the hair at all costs.

"Can you? I bet it'd be fantastic. I wish Janet were here, she'd be immensely helpful. And while you're throwing shade, maybe throw some more at the chicken, and not at -- that's it."

He snapped his fingers, pointing at Twelve. "We can do things, here, right? Okay. Oh, it's been a while. Not usually my department."

He rubbed his hands together. "Right. Fire." Sparks flew from between his hands at the friction, and as he drew them apart and back, waves of heat roiled in the air around his palms.

"Stand back."

What spewed forth from his hands wasn't necessarily on par with, say, built-in-flamethrowers, but it was enough to get in the dire chicken's eyes and make it think twice about what it was doing.

[guitar_hero]

The Doctor can't help but be annoyed by this. Snapping fingers and coming up with witty one liners and ideas was his thing. He doesn't know who Janet is but he has found himself wishing Nardole were here if only to help provide distraction. Him, he could rebuild.

He stops to see what the senior citizen would do and grudgingly admires the fire abilities, reclassifying him as -- well, he wasn't sure,but not just a simple human. The dire chicken roars in pain-- and starts charging toward them again, blinded though it is. It's in panic and fury, stomping everything it can't peck at and pecking everything it doesn't stomp.

He grabs the guy by the shoulders and yanks him clear of a downward stroke of the beak.

"That was brilliant." And it was. "Now run away and I'll handle the rest." And gives the man a shove in a clear direction. What he's going to do he doesn't know but he doesn't need a mad ragey chicken hurting even more people.

[takeitsleazy]

"Run away? No! Absolutely not! YOU do it!"

And he grabs Twelve by the shoulders and shoves him away. Because really, who does this squishy human think he is? "I appreciate your moral imperative but I can lead it away by hissing it off even more and making it chase me. And I may not look like it, but I can keep this up longer than you probably can."

[guitar_hero]

Excu--

"Who just goes 'round pushing people! Just go!" He gives him a push. "I can hold this up for much longer than you can! I mean look at you, you're like the crypt keeper. I'm barely out of my twenties. Get lost already."

[takeitsleazy]

"That was only a part time job, you know, and - wait, how would you know that? I wasn't even in training yet. And your twenty WHATS, exactly?"

The bird goes for both of them, striking the ground between them. Michael turns to face it, setting his jaw.

"D'you MIND?!"

[guitar_hero]

"Training for what?" He rolls his eyes at the bird. "Some people just have to nose in on every conversation." He whips out his sonic, watching the thing track it and realizes it has some sight left.

"Here, step back." He holds out an arm to move the man out of the way and then, pulling a chalk marker from his pocket, draws a straight line down the street, right in the bird's eyesight. It seems hypnotized by it, even sinking down to stare at it, one good eye cocked toward it.

"There you are." He pats the Chicken's head. "Not so bad are you. Just a little giant and a little hungry. Maybe there's a farmer somewhere with a very big coop that could take you in."

He glances once more at the senior citizen. "Where were we?"

[takeitsleazy]

"Architecture," he says, not missing a beat. He's had bigger, meaner co-workers, after all. "I was training for architecture. You know, building Neighborhoods. Learning how to see and work in all nine dimensions, the usual stuff. Only having three to work with here is really, really weird getting used to, but you work with what you've got."

He eyes that chalk line, himself, recognizing exactly what happened and why.

"Nice. Like giving a smart phone with YouTube or Tumblr open to ... well, anyone."

[guitar_hero]

"Architecture...of the crypt." Don't think he missed that line of reasoning. "Also normal architects don't think in nine dimensions. Not to mention outdated pop cultural references to show how impressive and hip you are." He points dramatically. "I'm calling you out. You're not who you're pretending you are."

[takeitsleazy]

"I wasn't ever pretending to be anyone. You just made assumptions." He smirks.

[guitar_hero]

"Then why the lie about architecture?" Well not a lie. A feint. He knows them when he sees them.

"You're hiding something."

[takeitsleazy]

"It isn't a lie, so much as a type of architecture you'd be unfamiliar with. As to what I'm hiding, it's a little necessary. Or it was before I got brought here. Given how this is going over -" He gestures to the chicken, which is still staring at the ground like it's the newest season of Stranger Things, "I'm thinking it might still be a little necessary. It's not what I look like that's quite as important as what I do. And I'm not even an Architect, anymore, really, more of an ... afterlife coach."

He gives the Doctor a critical once-over of his own. "A hider knows a hider, too, you know. A human would've tried to kill that thing, no matter what their moral imperative was. They'd feel too threatened."

[guitar_hero]

"Well that's an interesting job title." He takes him at his word, because what is there to doubt? He doesn't know his origin really. Not human. He also doesn't know if that's a metaphor or he's an actual spiritual presence for the dead. Though he's reasoning they're in some matrix like environment where everyone is wearing cool leather coats and speaking witty American one-liners before shooting everything.

"You're not much of a coach if that's what you believe. Humans are capable of more evil than some can conceive but... oh... so much mercy." He strokes the chicken's head. "So much kindness. Compassion. I've learned a lot from them. And it's because of them that I didn't kill this chicken and gave it a fighting chance to be something better. Though given its nature... Who knows."

He glances at the chicken, then back to the man.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way. Nice to meet you. You don't suppose there's a giant chicken wrangler somewhere around here? I'd hate to leave it lying around."

[takeitsleazy]

"Michael. And you're right, some of them are. But most of them aren't, and until I know what the ratio's like, here, I think I'll play it safe."

He considered the chicken for a few moments, then their surroundings, then the Doctor, and finally, himself.

"I don't. Know a chicken wrangler, I mean. And generally, when you don't have anyone to go to, you've just got to fix the thing yourself. Since I'm trained to create ideal environments for certain conditions ... if you can keep it still like that for a little longer, I can find a place for it to live where it won't hurt anything. Or try to make one."

It had to be worth at least a few thousand points. Not that that was why he was doing it, of course.

[guitar_hero]

"Oh, like the craft store. That coup was never going to work from the start I think. Ne'er a war was won that started off with a glitter cannonade." But never mind. "And humans have the capacity for both. One human, super evil, super good. They're not unique among species but they do tend to surprise you more often than not."

"Alright." He slides his hands in his pockets. "Create one. Let me see what you can do."

[takeitsleazy]

"I can definitely agree with you about the surprising," he said with an emphatic series of slow nods as he spoke. "And the capacity for both, too, really."

Which makes him wonder what Eleanor would think of the giant chicken. Probably, he thinks, she'd just wonder how many chicken nuggets she could get out of it. Tahani would want to make some sort of high fashion out of its feathers. Chidi would just ... probably scream. As for Jason, who knew? He could never predict Jason. His predictions were always smarter than anything Jason ever truly did.

"As for the glitter, I don't know, that's pretty insidious stuff." He shrugged. "But, right, one coop."

Thinking back on the reconnaissance he'd done at his arrival, he stared off into the upper middle distance for a little while, pulling ideas together and breaking off bits of others, until he had something workable.

"I'll be back soon."

That said, he headed for Rivers of America, stopping only at the Emporium to get a sketchbook and a pencil, taking a loop around the island on the riverboat and sketching as he rode it for the second time, seeing the tiny, scrubby little island and the rafts which lined the shore with fresh eyes. Once he was through, he started tying as many rafts as he could together and attaching them to the riverboat. All together, they were simultaneously big enough to float a chicken across to the islands and, once dismantled again, material enough to build a dire chicken coop with: a coop which he had meticulously drawn and detailed. He then gathered a series of rafting poles, to use for propping up the rafts, and ropes to lash it all together, from the docks. The only other thing needed was a ladder, which he figured they could procure from the Emporium on the way back. Confident in his plan, he made his way back.

"Well, Doctor, I've got everything ready. We just need a ladder, and I know where to get that."