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[gobybessie]

Who: John Smith/The Doctor and you
When: Forward-dated to March 14th - 15th
Where: LSR Clinic and out in the city ... somewhere idk.
What: John's just regenerated (well, five days ago, but he's been unconscious so he doesn't know) and it's all very confusing.
Warnings: None for now? Will update if needed.

March 14 - clinic

[ Early in the morning on the 14th of March, John regains consciousness. It takes him a moment to realise he's lying in a bed, because last he remember was the battlefield. An explosion, and rushing out and then pain and ...

And then what?

He opens his eyes, blinks the blurriness out of them. In a bed. Walls that clearly belong to a hospital. Ugh.

He sits up slowly, putting a hand to his head, eyes squinting. His fingers curl in his hair and that doesn't feel right. Doesn't help his confusion, and despite being unsteady on his feet, he drags them over the edge of the bed and stands up. And immediately his hands lift to balance him because the floor is. Far away. What? ]

March 15 - clinic

[ He hadn't been awake long yesterday. Only enough to conclude that he's definitely changed, and to manage to piece together his memories of what happened at the farmhouse. But his head still felt thick and everything felt raw and he was exhausted, so he went to sleep.

At noon the next day he finally wakes up again. He feels a lot less sluggish, but he doesn't feel right, and he doesn't like it.

He stands up. Tests his limbs - stretches them, tries to figure out how to navigate them. He bumped them enough yesterday and they're already bruised. It's going to be a long week.

He still manages to make it out of the room without hitting anything, and as soon as he finds a person he only has one concern. ]

Where are my clothes?

[ Undoubtedly, they won't fit right. But he hardly has any others to wear, does he? ]

March 15, afternoon - downtown

[ One way or another, he's gotten out of the clinic, whether he was allowed or not.

First things first. Clothes shopping.

Wherever there are clothing stores, you can find John wandering in his old clothes. They're too small for him, but luckily mostly as far as length goes. Sleeves and pants legs are too short, and his shoes are on the small side so, honestly, shoes first. The only thing that's more close to the right size is his jacket, because his last self liked his jackets to be a bit too big.

If you don't catch him browsing shoes and clothing stores, you could see him cross the street and.

Promptly trip when he's about to step onto the sidewalk. Or maybe he ends up tripping into you. ]

Comments

[disdainfully]

[Whenever John accesses the network after waking up, he will find a few messages from Thorir. The first is dated to the evening of Wise Snake, simply asking him if he is well. The next is sent around noon on the 11th, urging John to please contact him. The same message is repeated on the morning of the 12th, followed by another message on the same day asking him to message Thorir when he wakes up.

There is also a message sitting somewhere on the bedside table with the same request (and a note "if you are really John" tacked on to the words) and Thorir's mobile number added to it.]

[ooc: Assuming that it would have been possible for him to find out where John was/that this is him from clinic staff or others. If not, PM me and I'll change it.]

[gobybessie]

((OOC: That's a pretty safe assumption, yes!))

[ It isn't until John's dressed and getting ready to leave on the 15th that he notices the note on the table. He blinks at it, takes a moment to connect all the dots. Thorir. Right. He would ... would worry.

He pats himself down. Finds his mobile phone and dials the number. Checks for a key or a wallet as he waits for Thorir to pick up. ]

[disdainfully]

[It takes a few rings, but then Thorir answers.]

John?

[Caller-ID is only really telltale if you assume that nobody else could use another person's cell, and the other man has been out of commission for a number of days now, what if...]

[gobybessie]

That's me. Hello. Sorry if I worried you.

[ So he did have a wallet with him. Odd thing to bring to a battle. He didn't really do much of anything before it. Maybe he thought he could need it.

He can't decide if that's clever or silly. ]

[disdainfully]

...Even your voice changed.

[It's hard to believe that something like a person completely changing body could happen, even with people who turn into giant bugs around. But another human body...]

How are you feeling? [Physically - John didn't look hurt when he dropped by the clinic, but he was also unconscious so something must have been wrong...]

[gobybessie]

I would think my vocal cords changed along with everything else, so that's a given.

[ Not that he wasn't shocked too, when he first heard his own voice. All a part of the package. He's still letting all this sink in. The truth is he doesn't really have any idea what to do. All he knows right now is that he needs to find new clothes. And new shoes.

First, though, he sits down on the bed. ]

I feel taller. It's a bother. I don't recommend it.

[disdainfully]

...I can be at the LSR in an hour, if you're not leaving before that. Is there anything that you'd want me to bring?

[He's just always preferred talking to people face to face, especially when it was about more important matters.]

[gobybessie]

I need to find clothes. And shoes. You're free to give me a lift and join me if you like.

[disdainfully]

I should be there in about an hour, then.

[And he'll bring a few clothes, even though they'll be too large for John, most likely - still better than nothing, in the worst case scenario that the other man can't find anything else.]

[gobybessie]

Looking forward to it.

[ A familiar face is very welcome.

He's thankful for the fact that he had a habit of always bringing a book with him. He'll have to continue that. He spends the majority of the time reading. Once Thorir reaches the clinic, though, he's gotten out and taken to pacing outside the entrance, rubbing his fingers over his lips. ]

[disdainfully]

[He's just thankful that the streets still allow for cars. He parks where he finds a space and gets out of the car to walk down the sidewalk towards the other man. At least he has seen him before, so the difference in appearance is, while odd and unsettling so at least not something that would it make impossible to recognize him.

Though the difference in posture and movements just adds to the difference. As if he was a different person, really...]

John!

[gobybessie]

[ At the call, he turns around with one smooth step. Flat surfaces with no furniture and things around is nice. Less things to bump into simply because he doesn't know how far his limbs reach.

He smiles at Thorir and walks to meet him halfway. ]

I see I was out for quite a while.

[ He's seen the network messages too now. And the date. Goodness. ]

[disdainfully]

You were, and the last of my friends and family who was not accounted for. [He's just glad that he got word about him after all. ...huh. He's still taller, but the difference isn't as pronounced anymore. Though that is still the least important difference.]

[gobybessie]

[ Yeah, he's noticing that too now that they're close. ]

Good lord, I'm almost as tall as you.

[ There's almost a laughter at that. More like a puff of breath. Still. ]

[disdainfully]

Almost.

[Maybe taller eventually. Probably taller eventually.]

What are you planning on doing now?

[gobybessie]

Let's take it one step at a time and deal with my wardrobe first.

[ Because as far as anything else goes, he has no clue. ]

[disdainfully]

Any store that you have in mind?

[He'll lead John back to his car - they could probably take public transportation, but if the car is there already and they have no intention of returning...]

[gobybessie]

[ No intention of returning, no. So he says nothing. ]

No. I thought I'd browse.

[ He doesn't know what he's looking for. ]

[disdainfully]

One of the malls, then?

[They'll have to drive a bit for that, but "browsing" is probably best done in a place like that.]

[gobybessie]

Mm.

[ He waits for Thorir to unlock the doors (or open one himself in case they actually aren't locked) before he opens the one on the passenger side. Naturally he forgets to be careful about how tall he is now and slams his head as he moves to sit. It gets an angry, pained sound from him and he grabs his head after flopping down onto the seat. ]

I can't wait to get used to this height.

[disdainfully]

It has a number of advantages, once you learn to duck.

[He starts the car when John has closed his door and buckles his belt.]

Just remember to keep a straight posture.

[gobybessie]

[ Won't be a problem at all, actually. With little conscious effort from his part. ]

I'd say that counts for everyone.

[disdainfully]

It seems harder when you are already taller than others. [It's never been much of an issue for him, between growing up in a family of very tall people and working as a model, but he's seen it in others.]

Victoria mall?

[They are on the street now, and John better guide his driving because there's a 50% chance that he'll get them lost otherwise.]

[gobybessie]

Sounds fine.

[ He'll certainly try, but his memory might not be the best at the moment. Chances are they end up at another mall entirely. ]

[disdainfully]

[As long as they end up at a mall at all.

Which they will.

Eventually.

It might have taken a bit longer than it should, but here they are, heading into the entrance of a mall that leads right into a Sears. Now to find them en's section...]