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savetheearth2014-03-10 09:11 am
gobybessie) wrote in savetheearth2014-03-10 09:11 am
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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. ]
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. ]
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[It's what he has been doing for a long time now, trying to push back those things.]
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What could I do? At this point I think it's quite safe to say there's no way to do that. Of course I'd repel it if I could. It would make my life so much easier.
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Tell me if I can help you with it in any way.
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I will.
Would you mind giving me a ride home?
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[And with that he will get up.]
[ooc: Let's end it here and say that Thorir drives John wherever he needs to go and they make a bit more small talk?]
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[ He grabs his bags, and stands. ]
((OOC: Sounds good!))