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3rd Memory ~ [Dictated]
[There's something that David didn't want to be reminded of, and it was there this morning.
Staring at himself in the mirror, David finds his eyes drawn to his head... and a red stain showing there, across his scalp. As though something had cut the skin.
His eyes widen and he backs off, bumping the table the mirror was on. His journal falls to the floor, open.]
No... It can't be... that was....
[He stares at his reflection again, eyes straying down to his stomach.
He reaches down, blindly fumbling for the journal.]
I think... I think I need a doctor.
((OOC: David's Samkranti stains are from when he was shot that fateful day. One across his head, a bullet-shaped one in his stomach being the most prominent.))
Staring at himself in the mirror, David finds his eyes drawn to his head... and a red stain showing there, across his scalp. As though something had cut the skin.
His eyes widen and he backs off, bumping the table the mirror was on. His journal falls to the floor, open.]
No... It can't be... that was....
[He stares at his reflection again, eyes straying down to his stomach.
He reaches down, blindly fumbling for the journal.]
I think... I think I need a doctor.
((OOC: David's Samkranti stains are from when he was shot that fateful day. One across his head, a bullet-shaped one in his stomach being the most prominent.))
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He reaches up, gingerly patting his head, his scalp, around the stain. Nothing. Nothing at all. And no pain.]
Terrere Tower, Room 2009. I... I'm not hurt, but I think I might need a psychiatrist.
[What? It was a type of doctor.]
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Do you have-? [He doesn't want to be explicit and say the word 'blood'. He's looking at enough on his own hands.] I have markings on my body and hands.
I'm The Doctor. Not a psychiatrist though I'm afraid.
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He takes a shakey breath before continuing.]
It's happening to more than me?
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What's your name?
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David. David Webb.
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David. This, what's happening today, it's- All right, I don't know what it is outside of a cruel trick. It's to get a rise out of us.
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[He needs to calm down.]
Thank you, Doctor. I was just shocked, that's all.
[He still is, even though he's trying to hide it. His voice is still shaking a bit.]
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[He notes the shake in the voice. His own is steady. It has to be. Stiff upper Gallifreyan lip, see? Or just a The Doctor pleading as much ignorance as he can muster.]
Brandy. Old and strong. Worked for Te- a friend of mine once. Wait there and I'll bring it to you. But, I have to give you fair warning. [He doesn't look pretty himself.]
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[Brandy sounds good. That, and a few hours in the gym, or running in the grounds. His old fall back. Mo wasn't here to help him, Marie wasn't here to comfort him. Not that he wanted them to see him in this state.]
If you don't mind, Doctor. They say misery loves company.
[The Doctor showed him enough courtesy to not call him on his slip up, so he doesn't for the Doctor's. His friend's identity will remain unasked.]
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[He'll be grateful for that. Would The Doctor advocate serious alcohol at this time in the morning? No. But he does certainly understand its beneficial applications, at least on humanoid forms. It's a few minutes before he arrives near the top of Terrere Tower and knocking on the door. He has the brandy and a couple of tumblers with him wrapped in a towel so that they aren't smeared by his own touch.]
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There's a blood-red mark on his stomach, seeping through the cloth, one on his shoulder. His hair is stained darker by the red stain running over his old head injury.
A cigarette hangs from his lips as he answers, a book in his hands, the title written in Traditional Chinese to be a one of Confucious' teachings.]
I take it you're the Doctor?
[David takes in his appearance. He dresses like no doctor he's seen.]
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I am. It's good to meet you David, although in poor circumstances unfortunately. How are you holding up?
[Holding up the bundle in his hand, ] Medicinal purposes only. May I come in?
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Please. And I'm fine, getting over it. Thanks for coming. I didn't know people did house calls.
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[Unwrapping the towel partially, he looks around the room and slides the tumblers out first onto a flat surface without directly touching them. Then with the bottle still wrapped, it's opened and he speaks as he pours a finger worth into each glass.]
I didn't know that people didn't make them. Maybe that's the problem these days. Not enough of getting to know your neighbours.
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[He pulls out a spare chair for the Doctor, before sitting himself at the table chosen.]
Sit down, if you want. I don't mind about the stains.
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[Watching as the chair is pulled out, he gratefully nods.] Thank you. That's very kind of you.
[Wrapping up the bottle and sitting, ] Please, drink up. The brandy has a bit of a kick I've been told. Tumblers aren't the best for it I know, had to make do with the first thing I came across unfortunately.
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[He pauses to down the measure of brandy, wincing slightly at the burn as it goes down.
Still, it's warming him up, regardless.]
Have you tried this... wishing thing?
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Not such a bad year. And well, here time really does not seem to matter that much. Take the brandy for instance. The bottle is from 1896 and yet it's as good as the day as it was first opened.
The wishing, yes, I have. Can't say I'm overly fond of it myself. It has it purposes, although today I don't think I want to ask the castle for anything more.
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Yeah. I suppose you have a point. Not today.
[There's a thoughtful pause.]
I heard that the castle draws energy from events like this.
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He nods slowly.] I've heard the same, almost. Although how it was explained to me, the common thought behind what the castle does came across as closer to feeding. Not a very nice thought to be getting on with and all the more reason why we should stay calm. If it's true, I don't mind cheating the castle out of a meal.
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[He reaches forward to pour himself another glass, motioning the bottle to the Doctor for a top up if he wants.]
You seem switched on about this sort of stuff.
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Thank you. [A light smile.] In places like this it pays to learn fast. I've come across a few entities before and I can't say any have been pleasant. Interesting certainly. But you know entities, not happy unless they're causing misery. How long have you been here at Paradisa, David?
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[Just humans. And himself.]
I'm keeping an open mind.
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[Like that isn't tempting fate. He regrets those words even as he drinks some more of his brandy.]
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[And he definitely doesn't want to.]
I'll be content to waste whatever time I spend here in the library.
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[her voice is clipped, professional, but tinged with concern. she's just awoken, herself, but her journal opened itself in the night, and there's no mistaking a familiar voice. like hell this is the first time she's been woken up by someone with a problem]
What is it?
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There's something going around. Marks showing up on the body, stains. I thought I was injured.
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[Another draw of his cigarette to quell the shaking a bit more.]
It was just a shock, that's all.
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