[ OPEN LOG ] ★ Come Out Of Your Shell ★

[attackbrows]

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? ]

<b>Participant Name(s):</b> <b>Title of Group Name and/or Title of Performance:</b> <b>A Brief Description of the Act:</b> <b>Which Doctor would you smooch (or hug)?</b> <b>Which Doctor would you slam into a locker?</b>

[ 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! ]

Comments

[callada]

[His brother.

But other than that...]

I can think of a few. Why?

[attackbrows]

[ 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.

[callada]

[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.]

[attackbrows]

[ 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.

[callada]

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.]

[attackbrows]

[ 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.

[callada]

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.]

[attackbrows]

[ 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.

[callada]

["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.]

[attackbrows]

[ 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. ]

[callada]

[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.]