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[freeslider]

[Wade didn't overly object to her new outfit when she woke up in it yesterday, other than the ability to take it off for a bath. She wasn't fond of sleeping cowboy boots either. But it was Halloween, after all, and she was good about going along with a situation once it had fallen in her lap.

By the time the next day dawned, all objections had vanished from her mind and was replaced by a multitude of compulsions that would normally be foreign to her.

Which is why there is now one cowgirl in the lobby with a lasso and is currently in the process of herding a pack of bland-faced but obedient house ghosts with fake cow horns stuck on their heads.]

Yee haw! Get on now! Yah! Into the kitchen with you...

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[toobravehearted]

[From his vantage point on the first floor landing that looks down into the lobby, the Doctor can't help but watch this person and the torture herding she is doing of the ghosts.

Is it the Doctor's sensibilities or is that outfit the young lady wears a tad revealing? He'd give her his lab coat if only he could take the ridiculous thing (complete with name tag) off.

Sitting on the stone wall and leaning a little further over it, he clears his throat and calls down to her.]

Pardon me, I can see what you're doing, but I'm puzzled as to why you're doing it, really.

[freeslider]

[Wade stops and looks up at him, while the ghosts mill about blankly]

Ain't you ever done something just cause you can?

Though actually it's cause these servants won't git and make me a proper steak.

[toobravehearted]

[She does have him with that one.] Good point, but that doesn't mean you have to, either, although I will give marks for your application.

Are you new here? The ghosts are normally quite amenable if you ask nicely.

[freeslider]

No, sir, but the ghost aren't exactly so solid either.

[toobravehearted]

Very true. Is this like climbing a mountain because it's there?

Did you have to put hats on them? The poor unfortunates.

[freeslider]

Something like that.

What, these? [She plucked a hair of the horns from one of the servant's heads] They're cow horns. Might as well look the part.

[toobravehearted]

[He leans forward a little bit more on his perch to see. Considering where he is, that might not be a good idea.

Real horns? Wherever did you get--? Ah, nevermind. Hold on! I'm coming down. [And around the landing and down the stairs he trots.]

You know, I'm sure this comes as a form of cruelty to the poor things, somewhere.

[freeslider]

[She laughs] Of course they're not real. They're just costume bits. See? [And she held them forward for him to see. Mostly they were just plastic attached to a inconspicuous black headband]

Are you tryin' to get yerself killed?

[toobravehearted]

[At the same level as the young lady, he makes a quick look up to the wall on the first floor where he was sitting.] Not today, no.

[Hand out to the little horned-head-dress to look, he won't take it from her though.] So I do see. You know, ghosts have feelings too, you know. How would you feel to be dressed in something ridic-- Ah. [Given what they are wearing between them, he will shut up.]

Hello, miss. May I ask your name?

[freeslider]

Wade Welles, sir, at yer service! [And she'll stick her hand out, still grinning]

[toobravehearted]

[He looks down at her outstretched hand and then back up, smiling. Of course he will shake her hand!]

Hello, Wade Welles. I'm the Doctor and I'm very pleased to meet you. I do have a question, it may sound a little strange, but, do you know where you are?

[freeslider]

'Course I do. Paradisa. Crazy magic castle.

[That she was acting strangely for herself, however...]

[toobravehearted]

[Hmm.]

Good, thank you, absolutely correct. Just checking, just-- making sure. How long have you been in the castle for, Wade? If I may ask, where are you from? I could take a guess and say the Wild West but not quite.

[freeslider]

Couple'a months now. And I'm from...Texas...[The second she says it her cocky smiles twists into a confused frown]...no...San Francisco... [The smile is back but not as big this time]

[toobravehearted]

[He looks at her a little quizzically and has to wonder. Bright smile all the same. Both very nice places, so I believe. Depending of course, on the time. Virginia in the 1860's, not so much. I went, once.

[Testing the waters, here.] Can you keep a secret, Wade? I don't normally dress like a doctor.

[freeslider]

...Y'don't?

[toobravehearted]

[Veeery carefully and slowly,] ...No-o. Green smocks and white lab coats don't tend to be my colour co-ordinate choice. The castle saw fit, otherwise.

[Hmm. Maybe now is not the time to push these things. Bright smile.] How about I help you with these pesky ghosts instead for your dinner?

[freeslider]

[She seems to think this over a moment] Well, alright. That'd be real kind of you, Doc.

[toobravehearted]

Er, Doctor, please. Although if no more of the 'sir' I'll give you a compromise. [Giving her a warm smile, he snags a pair of those cow horns from a passing ghost. And puts them on his own head. Classy.]

Meal prepared by ghosts or prepared by me?

[freeslider]

That depends, can doctor's cook? [She's grinning from ear to ear, though, and she loops her arm around his as if asking for a gentlemanly escort.]

[toobravehearted]

[He looks down in surprise at her arm linked around his and by the time his gaze is back up, he's matching her grin with one of his own that's a little bashful.]

I'll have you know that I am an excellent cook, Wade. [No. No, he isn't. Be very afraid, young lady.]

Come on. Let's see what we can rustle up. [Off to the kitchen, now!]