taxonomites | fifteen | various notes around Taxon | visual

Several notes have been left around Taxon over the last few days.

For Fred >> An electronic cart has been folded up and is leaning against the door. There is a note.

HC Clements

Bring the Drill

For Rose >> A note:

I'm okay.

Please take care of yourself.

Love, D

For Tara >> A note:

I'm sorry about before.

HC Clements. Tomorrow.

For Fitz >> A map of Taxon, with a segment of woods circled, and a circle around HC Clements. Also, a note:

Tomorrow.

Once all are delivered, the Doctor plants himself in a nondescript alley in central, smooths out his hair, and flips on the tablet to visual. He grins madly at the camera.

Of course, right before he opens his mouth to speak, music begins playing. Ah, it's that old familiar tune, the first bars to "All By Myself". The Doctor feels the music tug at his heartstrings, and he opens his mouth and says:

"No, I'm serious. I'm not singing that, stop it."

He says it with enough force, that an Extra walking behind him stops and turns to stare at him. The Doctor focuses on the tablet.

"So, rumors of my disappearance have been greatly exaggerated, of course," he says, all smug and self-satisfied, as per usual.

The Extra behind the Doctor picks up a pipe from the ground and starts towards him. The Doctor, focused on the tablet, doesn't notice.

"But! Since the Council, or whatever you call it, is doing such a fantastic job of keeping law and order, I think I might give the citizens of Taxon a head's up about the actual threat around this place."

The Extra is now right behind the Doctor, and it raises the pipe above its head.

The Doctor continues. "You should really look out for---"

The Extra slams the pipe down, and the screen goes suddenly static, then fizzes back to the Doctor, struggling with the strangely violent Extra. The Extra smacks him across the face and he falls over, out of camera range.

OOC: To those whom he's left a note, you're welcome to just meet him at HC Clements after or prior to the events with this Extra.

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Periodically, Mabel turns her tablet off and ignores the fact that the rest of Taxon exists. She did so after the Doctor first vanished off the map, assuming with a bit of regret that he had been sent back home and bummed because she was half-hoping he would give her a job - or at least something to do.

She turns her tablet on again, finally, just in time to see that he wasn't gone after all, and just in time to watch in horror as he's attacked. "Doctor!"

The Doctor smacks back the Extra and grabs himself a rubbish bin lid to defend himself. The Extra attacks again, this time hitting the lid as the Doctor blocks himself.

"Mabel!" he calls out when he hears her voice. "Something's wrong!"

"No, shit, Sherlock!" Mabel doesn't really stick around to find out what the Doctor thinks about that particular colloquialism; she's out and running even though she has no location to run to. "Where are you?!"

He doesn't have time to switch the tablet to private, he can only hope that when Mabel gets here, he has time to run if the Council starts chasing after him.

"Central!" he calls. "Near Camelot!"

He swings the bin lid towards the Extra, and it dodges his blow then goes in to attack again.

She doesn't waste time asking where the goddamn hell that was; she had a map and something better to do than yell at him, he's currently busy.

A luck of the draw was that she was in Central, but near Camelot was another thing altogether. She had a map, of course, but it didn't help with generic directions of genericness.

"Where near Camelot?"

"In an alley!" he cries, thrown into the nearest wall by the Extra. "I don't know!"

He pulls the sonic out of his pocket and aims it at the nearest electrical wire. It sparks and shoots up, causing a fairly impressive lights show. One he hopes Mabel sees but anyone looking for him doesn't.

"You ain't helpful!" This is entirely unfair as the Doctor does indeed seem to be busy, but fortunately his little lightshow managed to catch her eye. The tablet gets shoved into her pocket as she makes her way toward it.

Bat in hand - it's the only thing she had from her world, it tended to be the one thing she hung onto - she finally sprints around the corner, takes aim at the Extra's back, and swings.

If there was one thing Mabel doesn't do, it's pull her punches.

And with that swing, the Extra goes down, leaving the Doctor standing, looking a little stunned, with his rubbish bin lid.

And, being the grateful person he is, he says: "Where did you get a baseball bat?"

"I brought it with me. Never go anywhere without a baseball bat." Mabel rests the bat - made of metal and covered with white painted symbols that seem to have no meaning - on her shoulder, eyeing the Extra with a wince. She really didn't want to hurt him; they weren't really people, after all, whatever happened with them couldn't be their fault.

"What the hell did you do?"

"What the hell did I do?" the Doctor barks, looking terribly offended. "I didn't do anything! Well, I did remove my tracking anklet and go on the run from the mockery of the law that they have here, but that was completely justified."

He looks up to the sparking electrical wire. "Speaking of, I should really go."

Mabel uses the bat to point at him. This gesture is far more threatening than it needs to be.

"Not by yourself, you're not, what the hell is up with the Extras?"

"I'm not going back to the Council," he says, seemingly unfazed by her threatening position. Though, really, he'd rather the bat wasn't in his face.

"Oh, fuck the Council, whoever the hell they think they are." The bat, thankfully, goes back over her shoulder. "But you ain't going anywhere alone with random Extras attacking you all over the place. You got the fighting skills of a dead rat."

"You know what?" the Doctor says, stepping up to her. "I don't think I like you."

And that is an absolute lie. If he wasn't terrified for his life right now, he'd probably be hugging her.

"Fine! Come on!" he says, darting down the alley.

"You're welcome!" she snaps, sounding quite insulted indeed, but she follows quickly on his heels. It's only to find a chance to punch him later on, mind you.

"I was doing perfectly fine on my own!" he snaps back. He wasn't. That's also not the point.

He looks back to her. "You are aware I'm a dangerous escaped criminal, yes? You'll probably be considered aiding and abetting me!"

"I guess the new definition of doing fine is being thrown into walls? Must have missed that one." Mabel is busy watching their backs for more crazy Extras, since the Doctor seems incapable of doing that on his own.

"Oh, please, my criminal record is as long as you are tall."

He gives her a Look.

"I'm rather tall."

Mabel gives him a cheeky grin in return. "Not tall enough. The dead don't tend to understand things like private property and 'breaking and enterining is bad' and do you know how easy it is to tell the cops that a dead person made you do it? It ain't."

She pauses, and thinks about this. "Well, some of them were for barfights; I was entirely responsible for those."

"The dead, eh?" the Doctor asks. He gives Mabel a quick look over. "You don't look like you're from Doul's world. But, then again, I've only really seen him."

Oh, shit, he didn't know about that little detail. Mabel immediately makes a look like she regrets saying anything (she does).

"Never mind. Where the hell are you going?"

He turns and points to the alley. "That spark should attract the attention of every Extra and non-Extra in the area. And there's the whole bit where I'm still fairly wanted by the law, so I'm going to go to a place that is not there."

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