The Doctor (11) (
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lostcarnival2016-12-14 06:10 pm
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[OPEN] For a time traveler that's some terrible timing
WHO: The Doctor and YOU
WHAT: He's finally socializing again instead of focusing on his magic research 24/7
WHERE: The trailer park, the cookhouse
WHEN: After the kidnapping
WARNINGS: None yet
For the past month The Doctor had been spending nearly all of his time researching and experimenting with magic to the point the Nightrider and Stage Manager had had to drag him out of his trailer-lab or away from the edge of the forest where he was casting spells to do his duties. He kept saying he had made some sort of breakthrough and seeing as he hadn't broadcast a radio show recently or done much to welcome the newcomers it really must have been important to him.
At long last, worn out and clearly sleep deprived, The Doctor put a pause to his project and ventured out into the carnival to do something other than the bare minimum of his job.
A) Where is she?
Apparently he hadn't heard about the recent kidnapping. Now here he was knocking on the door to trailer eleven, expecting Carly to be home. She sure was taking her time. Maybe her roommate knew her location?
"Carly? Are you in there or am I shouting at an empty trailer?"
B) Oh right! Food is a thing.
He'll be ready to take on the universe once he has some nutrients in his body again. At the moment it really shows. For those who had never met The Doctor, a magician and scout, they'll be treated to the image of a man with a birds nest of hair and a angler lure hanging from his forehead that keeps blinking like a bulb about to go out. There are bags under his eyes like he hasn't slept for an entire week. (Possibly true.) He's eating like he's in a rush despite the size of the meal he's selected for himself. Occasionally he remembers to use his napkin to wipe his face but half the time his sleeve does the job instead. At least he doesn't smack his lips obnoxiously loud.
For those who do know him. Well, this is on a new level of crazy professor.
WHAT: He's finally socializing again instead of focusing on his magic research 24/7
WHERE: The trailer park, the cookhouse
WHEN: After the kidnapping
WARNINGS: None yet
For the past month The Doctor had been spending nearly all of his time researching and experimenting with magic to the point the Nightrider and Stage Manager had had to drag him out of his trailer-lab or away from the edge of the forest where he was casting spells to do his duties. He kept saying he had made some sort of breakthrough and seeing as he hadn't broadcast a radio show recently or done much to welcome the newcomers it really must have been important to him.
At long last, worn out and clearly sleep deprived, The Doctor put a pause to his project and ventured out into the carnival to do something other than the bare minimum of his job.
A) Where is she?
Apparently he hadn't heard about the recent kidnapping. Now here he was knocking on the door to trailer eleven, expecting Carly to be home. She sure was taking her time. Maybe her roommate knew her location?
"Carly? Are you in there or am I shouting at an empty trailer?"
B) Oh right! Food is a thing.
He'll be ready to take on the universe once he has some nutrients in his body again. At the moment it really shows. For those who had never met The Doctor, a magician and scout, they'll be treated to the image of a man with a birds nest of hair and a angler lure hanging from his forehead that keeps blinking like a bulb about to go out. There are bags under his eyes like he hasn't slept for an entire week. (Possibly true.) He's eating like he's in a rush despite the size of the meal he's selected for himself. Occasionally he remembers to use his napkin to wipe his face but half the time his sleeve does the job instead. At least he doesn't smack his lips obnoxiously loud.
For those who do know him. Well, this is on a new level of crazy professor.

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He looks equally eccentric, with his hair going all over the place, trace of mania in his eyes, and unkempt 1800s attire. The only sign that would make him not human are the short claws on each hand. Strange pauses and looks up at the Doctor, obviously studying the man. Fascinating...what good would a lure do in Faerie, of all places? They'd have to talk about that later, he and whoever this man was.
Oh, right, stop staring Strange, you're here for a reason. "I'm terribly sorry," Strange apologizes, as he backs away from the Doctor, giving him a little apologetic nod. As mad as he looks, Strange's at least polite in this situation. "Hopefully nothing got bumped or jostled or what have you."
Feeling that's an acceptable apology, he turns right back around and starts walking right towards the Doctor's trailer with every intention of opening the door.
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He walks back out onto the grass between trailers and calls out to the stranger, "Looking for Childermass by any chance?"
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"About something," he finishes, with a firm little nod. "The problem with that is I need to find him first and I have a feeling he's hiding from me."
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"Oh! I should introduce myself. I'm The Doctor. Childermass's trailer-mate."
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But not having seen Childermass for most of a day? Strange can't help but frown. How dreadfully annoying of the man. Completely expected, of course, (if anyone was going to avoid him, it was Childermass) but still terrifically annoying.
"Is that lure something you gained in the carnival, by the way?"