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Log - Catch-all for July [Closed for Now]
Who: Donna Noble
thedoctorsmate & Others
When: Throughout July
Where: Around the City
Summary: Happenings from the TDM and anything else that might arise.
Warnings: scopophobia; paranoia; unnatural animals; thalassophobia; mild scopophobia; bodily harm, stalking; bullying; altered perception
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When: Throughout July
Where: Around the City
Summary: Happenings from the TDM and anything else that might arise.
Warnings: scopophobia; paranoia; unnatural animals; thalassophobia; mild scopophobia; bodily harm, stalking; bullying; altered perception
For Garner
Donna's extremely festive beach attire might be lost on Garner, but her presence will not be. She's been feeling those gulls staring at her all afternoon. And now with food, it's only got worse. She's just sipping a drink, though, and it's Garner the birds have set their eyes on.
"Garner, stay still. You've got a bird like two-feet- Oh, no you did not!" The seagull makes a lunge for whatever food Garner is holding... and so does Donna. If Garner does stay still, he's liable to get slapped as Donna takes a swipe at the bird.
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Donna's presence was not something easily lost, even in a crowd, but the shift of sand was soft enough and unreliable enough to not be able to pick out exactly where everyone was all the time. He hadn't realized how close she was until her voice took his attention.
He didn't realize how close she was getting as she seemingly shouted at the stalking bird nearby and he heeded her warning- until the stinging impact caught his cheek.
The ill-fated tofu dog soundly tumbles away in the jolt and Garner's white eyes go wide as he looks in her direction. Perhaps not too unlike a confused dog who'd been stepped on in their owner's haste.
"You...have quite the swing."
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Donna needs to correct this mistake. And then guard this man until he's actually eaten. "The birds are just awful here. They're awful everywhere lately, but they're just getting bold with the food."
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"Birds are often scavengers, in my experience. I understand they've been staring quite intently recently-" Which....put a thought into his head that has his usual crease of contemplation furrowing his brow. "I hope they aren't getting bold with us because we're meant to be food."
Apologies for the delay! Gonna try to get back on the horse here after some brainrot.
"You know that little festival they had after Katie Dunn? There were fields with flowers at part of it. Some of them had eyes. Like-like eyes. Real human ones attached to the flowers, just staring at you."
Never a need to apologize to me for brainrot <3
Of course, then he picks up that he's unsettled her and he feels a little bad for it. That and the fact he's apparently missed other things looking at them all.
"Oh, I missed those. We didn't linger too long in the fields that day. I admit, I don't always pick up on the feeling of being watched." Mostly because being a cultist of Vecna lends itself to the feeling: being watched, whispers, a need to gather knowledge and horde it for the Whispered One's glory. As with most lingering effects of being one of his chosen, Garner tended to ignore similar feelings when they happened and chalked it up to his own mind. Maybe he should pay more attention.
"Then...well, I suppose it makes sense the city is being watched. We and ADI haven't exactly made our selves unnoticed to the things we hunt, have we? Why wouldn't we be watched? Great powers don't tend to like surprises, I think."
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"If there is something watching, it's probably that Eye monster one. Dunno what it means or how to fight it if it's going after plants and animals, though. We can't exactly get rid of all of them."
cw: vague discussion of eye-based trauma
It was no different than the situation at home, wasn't it? They could weed out cultists and solve small problems, but the entity driving those things to occur would still be there, just beyond mortal reach.
"Although, if you were to ask my experience-based opinion, the best way to beat an eye is to blind it." Maybe they could find some acid somewhere. Also why plants? Plants didn't have eyes...well, not the ones back home. Hmm...
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"Because I'm definitely not interested in that, thanks. If we just had the TARDIS..." She can't help sighing in frustration. "My friend's ship. It can go anywhere, probably into some other dimension if he futzes with the controls enough."
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"...Do you think it's literally a giant eyeball in the Astral Sea or...space or what have you? I wonder if it would still have the stem attached..." Thsi is clearly the important question to ask here.
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"Dunno. But it's got to have, like... some form? Or something? Energy? It can't just be nothing. I guess if it's emotional energy, rather than a great honking eyeball, we'd have to figure out how to... catch that? Disperse it? Like maybe if we put enough of another type of emotional energy out, it'd override the fear?"
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Dispersing it even seems like the best option there since, to his mind, containing energy usually requires more than the base energy you're trying to contain and that didn't seem probable.
What comes out of his mouth, however, is a quiet, gently amused question: "Are you suggesting we fight fear and pain with hop e and love, Donna?"
Because that's what he just heard and it's....very sweet.
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She sniffs and lifts her chin. "And maybe we'd all be a little happier with more of that hope and love business going around. Not saying everyone needs to be skipping and sunshine and rainbows all the time, but we've got some gloomy doomsayers around for sure. Have you met Jon Sims?"
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He's not sure it's practical, but that doesn't mean they can't try.
Her question receives a scrunching of those same brows now in thought. Had he met Jon Sims? The name sounds familiar.
He's reminded of the sound of fluttering and crunching paper and a voice far lower than he'd been expecting when he'd stepped into the office to see if he could help. "Oh...yes. I believe it was very close to my arrival here. I was trying to find someone to help because everyone was rushing about with work. I found him laying face-down on the floor. At least I think he was, he was very upset with something and refusing to work, but it was muffled when he was saying it."
He cocks his head to the side. "We actually had a very nice conversation, even if he was on the floor. He told me about The Buried."
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"You found someone lying face down on the floor and you had a conversation with them? Didn't try to help them up? Aren't you a Good Samaritan? He wasn't, like, a know-it-all about it? Snooty?"
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"As I understand it, he put himself on the floor, I was not inclined to seek help for voluntary choice. Besides, I asked if he needed help and he strongly encouraged me from doing any of his work." Because of The Buried, supposedly. "As for being a 'know it all' he...certainly knew more than I did, so I don't think I would have noticed. I expressed an interest in learning and he responded."
That's how these things work.
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Donna huffs. "And talking of help. I should go get you that... tofu dog, was it?"
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Instead, he smiles for her huff. "Yes...hopefully it is not as heinous as what it pretends to be...and also does not meet an avian demise. Thank you, Donna."
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And off she goes to fetch him a replacement tofu dog!