lostcarnival | [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.

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Somewhere in the Matrix, Childermass probably feels a sense of dread as his eccentric trailermate meets his eccentric acquaintance from home for the first time. Because, as the Doctor is in the vicinity of his trailer, Jonathan Strange straight up almost runs into him as he approaches the same trailer.

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.

At this point, Silver has grown a slightly thicker skin when it comes to eccentric types. Slight enough that he still doesn't spend too much time around them if he can help it, but he no longer snaps at them aggressively for every little odd behavior. It takes a buildup of weeks at the very least to get a serious rise out of him, and for the most part he'll make grudging attempts at being civil. For him, it's a world of difference from how he was when he first arrived.

As he passes by The Doctor while holding a tray of food, he scolds, "Something's going to go down the wrong pipe if you keep eating like that. Then you're going to need a doctor."

Hinawa didn't think too much of it when the odd-looking man picked out such a huge meal. He was rather scrawny for his height and needed a little more meat on his bones, as far as she was concerned. Still, he's shoveling it in awfully fast, and she'd hate to see someone make themselves sick on her watch. With a pitcher of water as an excuse, she makes her way over.

"You can hardly taste it when you eat so fast, don't you know?" She smiles warmly and reaches over to refill his glass.

"She isn't here."

The girl, now closer to four feet tall than her original five feet and change, watches from just a few feet away, her ears drooped. "I'm sorry."

"Well, good lord above, the man is eatin', I dare say!"

Joker actually really doesn't have the time to hang around here. Half the reason because he'd finally gone to drag the Doctor out of his trailer is because they desperately need the help right now, and he needs all his available workers on hand. Being both the Stage Manager and acting Wardrobe manager, Joker can only stretch himself so thin.

Still. He's well aware that he won't do anyone any good if he's starving to death, so he's made a quick stop into the cookhouse to beg the cooks to make him something fast that even he can eat while moving. While he waits for them to do that, however? He can show his relief over the Doctor being out and about again.

...Although he might end up choking at the rate he's eating, but Joker will worry about that later.

"You don't need to apologize." That's a very minor detail to act so sad about. Doctor turns away from Carly's door. "Any idea where I can find her?"

"Food tastes best when you're hungry," The Doctor comments, only glancing up from his meal for a split second. He still has the second half of this personal feast to chow down. "Nearly forgot what it felt like to have a full stomach. Too concentrated on the time loop test to think about anything else."

Wait why is Joker here watching him eat? "Do you have time to be here? Do WE have time to be here?" He can eat and walk at the same time. He just might run into things on the way.

Strange is far from the oddest character the carnival has hosted or that The Doctor has seen in his long years. That polite greeting is more of what he judges him by. Doctor would have turned his attention back to trying to call Carly outside but now he's wondering who the newbie here is and- what's this?

He walks back out onto the grass between trailers and calls out to the stranger, "Looking for Childermass by any chance?"

The Doctor bounces with laughter. "Don't worry about silly old me. That's what a respiratory bi-pass system is for." Ask for details if you dare. Or avoid talking about an alien's biology just to be safe.

He tilts his head back and starts sipping down a bowl of soup. At the rate he's going it's more like he's pouring it into his mouth.

"True. Well. More like I can hardly taste individual tastes instead of the mix of every food and liquid I put in my mouth and smell." He talks but he barely slows down. "Thank you," he adds, nodding at his glass after she refills it.

"Don't have much choice but to rush. Duty calls and I haven't eaten in ages."

As he hears the Doctor call out to him, Strange turns around "I am, as a matter of fact! I wanted to ask him about..." and then he trails off. Because hmm. What did he want to ask Childermass about? Certainly it was something important, as he went out to search for him in the first place, but Strange honestly can't remember what it was.

"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."

“I absolutely don’t have time ta be here!” Joker says, the kind of cheer that only comes from people who’ve given up on the concept of time layered throughout his voice. Some days, he really does think about learning magic, and times like this are partially why. It wasn’t even this bad when he’d first joined the carnival and was flinging himself everywhere.

“But don’t worry about it. Try not ta choke, I ain’t interested in losin’ anymore performers. And that means not walkin’ and eatin’ at the same time, that just ups the chances.”

"You won't find him in the trailer. I haven't seen him for... Well it's been a long time. Most of a day at least." He slaps the side of his head in case a helpful memory and specific time will come out of one of his brains.

"Oh! I should introduce myself. I'm The Doctor. Childermass's trailer-mate."

Strange gives the Doctor a small nod. "I am Jonathan Strange. I come from the same London as Childermass."

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?"

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