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[ OPEN LOG ] ★ Come Out Of Your Shell ★

CHARACTERS: The Doctor(s) and YOU !!
LOCATION: Qruria City Marketplace
DATE: Second week of Mission [Wish Full]
CONTENT: The Doctor(s) are on their bullshit again.
WARNINGS: TBD! I'll update this when the moment calls for it.

[ If you’re an Orber exploring around the bustling marketplace, you might find a tiny little stand being run by a joyful little guppie and his grumpy otter counterpart. There is a banner that is competently painted with the words: ]
TROUT YOUR TALENT SIGN UP
You’ve got one opportunaty, let’s make it count!
[ A fun little romp for all fish-kind to join in. What else is there to say? Come approach them and ask: What’s all this about a talent show? How do I sign up? Do I have to pay anything? Will there be any prizes? ]

[ ooc: Through some schmoozing (mostly conducted by the 11th Doctor, the two time lords have acquired a pretty nice place near the park to host a Talent Show! Fulfil your personal goals if they’re good and friendly ( and aren’t going to sabotage anyone else X( !! )

The talent show will take place sometime on the end of the second week, prior to the festival.

Use this log to sign-up your character(s) for the show. Make it as wholesome (or chaotic) as you want! Feel free to also use this log to interact with your fellow teammates. Or feel free to interact with either of the Doctors! ]

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[Rosinante drifts by while on one of his now-habitual shopping trips in any new world, currently sporting a bracelet of blue and white snail shells, with a fishing spear strapped around his shoulders.

But he stops, because hello, this isn't a stall run by locals. He smiles, amused as he reads the sign over.]

Fun. Got anyone signed up yet?

[ The Doctor cranes his head up- ]

[ Make that neck crane double. Given Rosi’s size and their tiny statures, it’s like they’re staring up at Mount Everest.

But that doesn’t stop this Doctor from waggling his furry otter brows at the Jolly Lean Giant. ]

Of course. [ Now tapping at their clipboard. ] Over a thousand years of experience. I think we know a thing or two about spotting someone who can play the kazoo.

Yeah? Good, then I'm looking forward to the show. What brought this whole idea on?

[Because for him, it's potentially going to be an interesting display of merfolk abilities, which should not only be entertaining but also maybe useful. This place doesn't seem like it's the sort full of magical spells or crazy technology, but he'd bet these people have some surprises up their... fins.]

[ Twelve takes one glance over his shoulder, notices that 11 is distracted with another crossword puzzle, and cranes his head back.

You're the only one Twelve can confide in, Rosinante. Don't mess it up. ]

…Do you know what the definition of madness is?

[His brother.

But other than that...]

I can think of a few. Why?

[ Get in close, Daddy Long Legs. Someone’s about to spill the tea.

He raises his little paw to cover his cheek. ]

Word of advice: Never tell an inebriated giraffe to put on a show.

[He has to loom way down close, and the very idea of getting close to hear an otter's whisper already almost has him giggling, but that bit of commentary definitely does the rest. He keeps it quiet.]

Why not? That sounds like quality entertainment.

[Finally, something longer and taller than him getting to be the clumsy one? All those legs, too.]

[ Ugh. The betrayal. Everyone wants to see his past self be unabashedly… him! And the Doctor has to take it like a teenager looking over their little brother.

He tilts his head to the side. ]

Why don’t you give it a go? C’mon! Big man like yourself should have a few tricks in your mile-long sleeves.

My talents aren't the sort of thing that anyone wants to sit and watch. Not a lot of entertainment in me sitting quietly at the back of the stage, minding my own business.

[Okay look he does know there are things he can do, but they're still not stage talent. He's all right at board games. He can keep himself entertained looking at clouds, and he's handy with a knife when there's a fish to fillet. Also he can write very small and very neatly and have it still be legible to someone with a loupe.

He gives an apologetic shrug.]

[ Truth be told, the Doctor would high key love an entire silent act. Something to knock his head back properly while he tinkers away. ]

I know someone who wouldn't mind the slightest-

[ He digs back into those deep (arm)pits and pulls out a sizeable amount of money. ]

Five clams say you sit in my spot while I pounce around the city.

What, and sign people up for you? Aren't you the one trying to set up a talent show?

[Actually maybe he was only dragged into this by the other Doctor, with how he's acting, and that wouldn't really surprise him. On the one hand, Rosinante wouldn't actually mind temporarily manning the booth, but he has a feeling if he says yes he'll end up stuck here all day.]

[ Come a little closer, Rosi, and look at the Doctor’s adorable face. Does that look like the face of someone of wants to sit around and wave around a form for people to sign? ]

Technically, yes. By only a few hundred years. And by going by those sequence of events, I am working an extra century’s worth of overtime.

[ He turns his head again to look at himself. ]

Look at me, buzzing around like a butterfly without a care in the world. Probably thinking of three fish-related puns like my life depended on it.

["By only a few hundred years"..? You've lost him, Doctor, with that response. But he's come to expect this sort of thing by now. Hard to carry a conversation with a man who jumps around from topic to topic so readily, though, which is why, as much as Rosinante wants to like him, it's hard to get a good read on what he's actually thinking. It's clear there's a lot going on in that mind, though.]

Tell you what. I'm not taking over for you, but I'll spread the word that you're trying to set this up. Direct people your way. That way, you don't have to wait for them to find you just by swimming past.

[See? He's helping. And he's also backing away as this, clearly, is settled and agreed on.]

[ The Doctor doesn’t react immediately to Rosi’s suggestion. He has his little paws folded together, looking at the giant merman swim off. ]

Yes. Tell the entire neighbourhood. Perhaps have that the chap in the leopard printed hat come along.

[ …At least, that’s how he remembers Law’s hat. It’s an awfully silly yet comfy-looking thing. ]

[Now that makes Rosinante laugh, he can't help it. Even though it's very obvious sarcasm.]

Oh, I'm sure Law would hate everything about this. I'll definitely let him know!

[Little does he know what they'll end up agreeing to eventually, but he and Law can have a good chuckle over the very idea of anyone wanting them to do some sort of talent-thing.

He waves before he heads off, curious as to what Law has gotten up to anyway. Might as well go find him.]

Participant Name(s): Dean Winchester
Title of Group Name and/or Title of Performance: Ben Coco ★
A Brief Description of the Act: Ben Coco will be singing a song
Which Doctor would you smooch? Both of them ❤❤ Ben Coco loves these two smart and handsome chums.
Which Doctor would you slam into a locker? Ben Coco will shove himself in a locker before shoving either of them.

Participant Name(s): Sabriel
Title of Group Name and/or Title of Performance: The Mystical Marina
A Brief Description of the Act: Music and magic! Sabriel will be singing as she puts on a magic show- nothing frightening, but a lot of sparkling lights that she insists are just a clever trick. (They are not, they're spells augmented by the little sleight of hand Sabriel knows.)
Which Doctor would you smooch? That's rather forward!
Which Doctor would you slam into a locker? Why would I do that?

Edited 2022-08-11 01:45 (UTC)

[ Peter almost swims by them without noticing that the fish and the otter are two familiar orbers, distracted as he is by all the marketplace is offering. He has to be careful now when he moves, because his lower body is like a manta ray and rather wide, and if he's not careful, he ends up hitting people with his large fins. All he is wearing is a crop top, and a knapsack to carry the stuff he's bought as well as his usual weapons and tools.

The array of puns and the sign do catch Peter's attention, and he moves closer to take a look because there's something very familiar about these two little funky guys. ]

Isn't this a fun idea... Is there a prize, or the idea is that people simply join to have a good time?

Hah! Of course there will be a prize!

[ It's said confidently, and without hesitation ... even if the Doctor's idea of a grand prize here is the satisfaction of performing before a very pleased audience, and perhaps coming out of one's shell (figuratively and literally in some cases).

Either way, it seems that the boisterous, energetic pep of the Doctor in his usual noodly form hasn't diminished by any means even when he's much (much) smaller, and a lot more fishy-looking. In his guppie form, he's just a smaller ball of energy and his wide eyes are bright as he glances in Peter's direction. ]

Shall we sign you up then?

[ That voice. Peter knows that voice. And the mannerism. He stares at the golden-colored guppie, notices the bowtie, and his eyes widen comically. ]

Doctor!? Is that really you? [ Peter had no idea that the orbers could turn into something so small and not humanoid at all, but after all, Eleven isn't human. He's tempted to reach out and pet the fish, but that would be rude. ] You're criminally cute like this. I didn't know we could become literal fishes. Seems dangerous too, don't seal eat fish...?

[ Peter briefly eyes the other creature, because it hasn't dawned on him that he's also looking at the Twelfth Doctor. ]

I might participate if I can think of a good act, this seems fun. Give me a few days to think about it.

[Minimus would have ignored the call to perform in front of an audience, but the horrible spelling is causing a sharp pain that does not leave when he looks away. He swims to a supply store to get a small container of red paint, comes back with a brush in hand, and camps in front of the sign to mark up that "opportunaty".]

Oy!

[ ... it's possible that the huffy, irritated outcry from the Doctor only seems a little less effective given how much less intimidating he looks in his fish-form. He is, after all, quite literally a golden-coloured guppie wearing a bowtie. ]

And just what do you think you're up to, eh?

[Even if the Doctor was tall and scary, Minimus is used to talking down bigger people. Besides, grammar and spelling must be rescued.]

I'm fixing your sign! What will people think when they see you've misspelled an key word?

Participant Name(s): Peter Quill, Donquixote Rosinante, Trafalgar Law
Title of Group Name and/or Title of Performance: Nicotine Margaritaville (???)
A Brief Description of the Act: Peter, the host of the act, introduces magician Law who will perform an Audience Dismemberment "trick". Planted in the audience is Rosinante, who is selected by Peter. All dismembering is covered by a box or fancy sheet or something, this is clearly just a magical illusion! - except of course it's not, it's just Law doing his thing because Peter dragged him here to do it. At the end, Rosinante steps out to prove that all his limbs are indeed intact, with no signs of having his head or legs or anything cut off. Magical!
Which Doctor would you smooch (or hug)? Ask Peter this question next time you see him.
Which Doctor would you slam into a locker? Both of them, along with Peter. Enjoy your box.

Participant Name(s): Andy and Booker
Title of Group Name and/or Title of Performance: Moody Mixologists
A Brief Description of the Act: Making and Mixing drinks and drink-related talents
Which Doctor would you smooch (or hug)? Neither
Which Doctor would you slam into a locker? Also neither?

Participant Name(s): Joe Jones
Title of Group Name and/or Title of Performance: Happy Little Accidents
A Brief Description of the Act: Time-Art of one of the doctors, or another participant at random

Participant Name(s): Clara Oswald + Joe, Sabriel, & Rhys
Title of Group Name and/or Title of Performance: Stargirl the Stupendous
A Brief Description of the Act: A magic show
Which Doctor would you smooch (or hug)? Why is this a question we know the answers to this.
Which Doctor would you slam into a locker? Both, depending on her mood and what they did to make her mad.

Edited 2022-08-14 01:17 (UTC)

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