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entrancelogs2014-09-01 07:01 am
likesimpossible) wrote in entrancelogs2014-09-01 07:01 am
Who ever thought that wagon travel was a good idea?
Who: The Tenth Doctor and OPEN.
Where: The Oregon Trail.
When: 8/31 to 9/4.
Rating: PG-13, but probably variable.
Summary: The Doctor strikes out on an adventure, has a good two days, contracts an illness and dies, and then becomes a ghost.
The Story:
Day One
It doesn't take the Doctor long to realize what's going on when the mansion changes and vendors selling various useful but slightly antiquated goods crops up. That, and the sudden appearance of wagons, makes things very clear, and for some reason he can't quite explain, this just excites him.
Granted, he feels just a bit odd, what with the new clothes he's wound up in, and of course, he still can't forget the fact that he's been turned human for the second or third time now, but the excitement of adventure is just unavoidable.
When he's not buzzing around gathering supplies for the journey, he's just wandering around looking for people to join him on the trip, because it would be a long and lonely one if he didn't have someone to come alongside.
Day Two
The second day of the trip sees the Doctor and his traveling companions through quite a few harrowing adventures, from nearly sinking as they attempt to cross a river to trying to take down a herd of buffalo.
Not the entire herd, now, but at least one or two sizable specimens to provide them with food. But either way, there's guns and ammunition and the odd buffalo and other creatures just plodding by their wagon.
It seems like it would be a shame to pass up this opportunity. Or at least, that's what the Doctor tells himself as he somewhat reluctantly loads up his gun and looks for a target.
Days Three and Four
By the third day, some of the fun and excitement has dwindled. Somehow, or by terrible luck, the Doctor's failed to hunt and bring home a buffalo, and the supplies are slowly running out. But then there's a brief glimpse of hope when an outpost appears in the distance. Just maybe it'll be their saving grace.
...Except once they get to said outpost rather early in the morning, there's nothing there but clocks, so they have no choice but to continue and ignore the increasing empty space in the back of the wagon.
Fast forward to several hours later, and the Doctor's no longer at the head of the wagon. He's lying down in the back, feeling the worst that he's ever felt in his long life. Or at least, it feels like it's the worst. He's feverish and tired, and really, it's like nothing he's experienced before now.
It's miserable, and he's miserable, and he can't do anything about it but lie there and hope that it passes quickly, one way or another.
But luck isn't with him, and as time passes, the Doctor only gets worse until the evening of the fourth day, the sickness finally overtakes him and he dies.
Day Five
Well, then, what's a ghostly Doctor to do? There seems to be quite a few options open to him, but he spends most of his time flitting back and forth between wagons, looking for people to trouble with his relentless commentary and oh-so-helpful comments.
But really, can anyone blame him? Being a ghost is considerably better than dying in the back of a wagon, and after going through that unpleasantness, the Doctor just wants to put it from his mind and hover around as a ghost until this completely mad event ends.
Good luck, everyone, you're now going to have a ghost-Doctor paying you a visit.
Where: The Oregon Trail.
When: 8/31 to 9/4.
Rating: PG-13, but probably variable.
Summary: The Doctor strikes out on an adventure, has a good two days, contracts an illness and dies, and then becomes a ghost.
The Story:
Day One
It doesn't take the Doctor long to realize what's going on when the mansion changes and vendors selling various useful but slightly antiquated goods crops up. That, and the sudden appearance of wagons, makes things very clear, and for some reason he can't quite explain, this just excites him.
Granted, he feels just a bit odd, what with the new clothes he's wound up in, and of course, he still can't forget the fact that he's been turned human for the second or third time now, but the excitement of adventure is just unavoidable.
When he's not buzzing around gathering supplies for the journey, he's just wandering around looking for people to join him on the trip, because it would be a long and lonely one if he didn't have someone to come alongside.
Day Two
The second day of the trip sees the Doctor and his traveling companions through quite a few harrowing adventures, from nearly sinking as they attempt to cross a river to trying to take down a herd of buffalo.
Not the entire herd, now, but at least one or two sizable specimens to provide them with food. But either way, there's guns and ammunition and the odd buffalo and other creatures just plodding by their wagon.
It seems like it would be a shame to pass up this opportunity. Or at least, that's what the Doctor tells himself as he somewhat reluctantly loads up his gun and looks for a target.
Days Three and Four
By the third day, some of the fun and excitement has dwindled. Somehow, or by terrible luck, the Doctor's failed to hunt and bring home a buffalo, and the supplies are slowly running out. But then there's a brief glimpse of hope when an outpost appears in the distance. Just maybe it'll be their saving grace.
...Except once they get to said outpost rather early in the morning, there's nothing there but clocks, so they have no choice but to continue and ignore the increasing empty space in the back of the wagon.
Fast forward to several hours later, and the Doctor's no longer at the head of the wagon. He's lying down in the back, feeling the worst that he's ever felt in his long life. Or at least, it feels like it's the worst. He's feverish and tired, and really, it's like nothing he's experienced before now.
It's miserable, and he's miserable, and he can't do anything about it but lie there and hope that it passes quickly, one way or another.
But luck isn't with him, and as time passes, the Doctor only gets worse until the evening of the fourth day, the sickness finally overtakes him and he dies.
Day Five
Well, then, what's a ghostly Doctor to do? There seems to be quite a few options open to him, but he spends most of his time flitting back and forth between wagons, looking for people to trouble with his relentless commentary and oh-so-helpful comments.
But really, can anyone blame him? Being a ghost is considerably better than dying in the back of a wagon, and after going through that unpleasantness, the Doctor just wants to put it from his mind and hover around as a ghost until this completely mad event ends.
Good luck, everyone, you're now going to have a ghost-Doctor paying you a visit.
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Granted, if all that happens if they become some kind of cartoon ghost, then maybe it wouldn't be such a huge loss.
She recovers her packet of jerky and starts on another piece. It's not particularly good, but she's hungry enough that she'd eat anything right now, and she doesn't want to fall ill. The death may not be permanent (even less so than back at the mansion), but the sickness that leads up to it still doesn't look very pleasant.
"Are they not?" she shoots back at him as she leans up against one of the wagon's inner walls, still appearing a bit put out. "And how many ghosts have you met, exactly?"
Knowing the Doctor, it's quite a few.
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He crosses his ghostly arms in front of him as he watches Martha's progress with the jerky. "Well, alright, I haven't met many, but really, how loud do you think a floating wispy vapor can be?"
Regardless of what Martha might say, the Doctor believes he's correct in saying that ghosts are mostly silent in their movements, unless they're working to deliberately not be that way.
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She's a little surprised that the Doctor doesn't have some story about an adventure with a ghost, honestly, but she shrugs her shoulders at that question. He makes a point -- it still doesn't give him license to sneak up on her like that.
"You'd do good to find yourself some chains, then," she says, and while her tone is firm she mainly means it as a joke. If he really wants to go spook other people, she won't stop him. In fact, her expression becomes more somber as she leans toward him and looks him over. As comical as it might be now, the Doctor still died.
"I'm... I should have been there, to help you. I'm sorry."
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But then his expression falls a bit when Martha turns serious again. He shakes his head and raises a hand in mild protest. "Martha, don't. There's no reason for apologizing." His getting sick and eventual death wasn't her fault, and unless he's vastly mistaken, there wasn't anything anyone could have done. Medical supplies and medications aren't in abundant supply, not around here.
"It's all right, really. Don't worry about a thing." Soon enough, he'll have finished with this ghostly business, and everything will be right as rain.
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Of course he tries to tell her that it's fine, that there's nothing she could have done. Martha hadn't even been present, though, as they'd been in different wagons. Maybe if she'd been with him, this wouldn't have happened. He'll be fine once the event's ended, of course, but Martha should have been looking out for him.
She can tell that he means every word, though, and so in the end Martha smiles somberly and nods. "I would give you a hug, but..." She reaches toward him and watches as her hand goes right through his shoulder.
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"I wonder what it feels like, to be hugged by a ghost. I can't imagine that it's pleasant." He shrugs and waves a hand. There's time for hugs later, if she's still inclined to do that. "This event won't last forever, anyway, so I should be back to normal soon enough. Or, well, normal enough, wouldn't you say?"
He can't help but poke a bit of fun at himself, because in a lot of ways, he's as far from normal as it's possible to be. Then, he turns slightly more serious, glancing at her with an appraising eye. "You're hanging in there alright, aren't you?" The last thing he wants is for Martha to wind up being a ghost like him.
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She very much doubts that it's pleasant to be hugged by a ghost, and the sour look on her face communicates that perfectly. "As soon as you're whole again, you'll get a nice long hug." One of the ones where the Doctor pulls her up off her feet. Martha's always liked those ones.
"Normal enough," she agrees. Normal for his standards, anyway. There's no such thing as normal, really -- everyone is unique in their own way, that's something the Doctor himself taught her.
When the Doctor asks after her, Martha's quick to wave him off. "I'm fine. I don't seem to have caught the illnesses some of my wagonmates are afflicted with." She's extremely relived for that, because these 19th century illnesses are downright horrific at times.
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"Between you and me, it'll be nice to not be all wispy and see-through. The hovering, I might be able to get used to, although I can't really run, not like this." And if there's any sort of defining trait about him, it's that he loves to run.
"I do hope you stay that way, Martha. I don't want to find out you got sick and- Well, you just try and stay well, alright?" He can't help but level a halfway concerned look in her direction, because if she gets sick and dies, then that's one less doctor they have around. She's always important, but in situations like this one, that importance only increases, in his opinion.
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As he weighs the pros and cons of being incorporeal, Martha snickers at him. "It's true, floating quickly in one direction just doesn't have the same effect." In fact, the mental image is enough to give her a brief case of the giggles. The Doctor's always been good at cheering her up, even in unfortunate situations. "Hopefully it's only a couple more days."
He's really worried about her, though. Martha's flattered by it, and at one point it would have been enough to make her flush. Instead, she just winks at him. "Well, one of us has to make it through in one piece," she decides. "I have no intention of succumbing to anything, so don't even fret."