(Yeah)
The Doctor sat down at the bar, watching the room with careful eyes. Tommy began to play his stylophone, causing discomfort to his fellows. Come to usssss…. we can take you away…. the Only Ones…. an ethereal voice hissed, so faint one could barely hear it. But the Doctor did, of course. "What was that? Tommy?" he rushed over to the man, making a reach for the stylophone. "Ouch!" the Doctor exclaimed when his hand was roughly slapped away. "Oh, just leave him." Tricia said, but she looked slightly scared. "He won't let it go either way, who cares?" Tobias asked with a gruff tone of voice.
(Wait, can Melanie hear it? I want her to, so I'm gonna just say she does)
Melanie mumbles something, and jerks awake. After looking around frantically, she speed walks over to the Doctor, "Okay, I just had some freaky-ass nightmare, and I doubt you know nothing about what that demonic whatever-it-was said." Melanie brushes her hair with her hands, getting rid of some of the knots in her hair. "And I thought I saw it all…" Melanie sighs, putting her hands to her forehead. "And I have a massive headache right now."
(gtg, I'll be back on Monday most likely, maybe sometime over the weekend)
(Okay!)
"Allow me to hazard a guess. I think I know the source of our problem." the Doctor looked over to their rogue stylophone player.
"Who, Tommy? He's just a civilian minding his own business!" Melanie was still a bit groggy and still was skeptical of the Doctor, even after seeing the iron-scaled creatures. "I think you've lost your mind, Doctor…" Melanie shook her head. "Tell me when you find out the real cause of the problem." Melanie sat on a bar stool, rubbing her temples.
"Not him exactly…. Tommy, just tell me about the stylophone." the Doctor said gently. "No, I'm not to trust you. The Only Ones say you're bad." Tommy defended, clutching stylophone to chest.
"Doctor, do you realize just how… just how stupid this is? You're accusing someone you barely even know, and plus, he could just be one of those kinds of weirdos-no offence-who's overprotective over his…whatever you said it was. I mean, couldn’t he be somewhat out of it? Again, no offense, I’m just trying to make a point here." Melanie sighs, and rubs her eyes, looking incredulously at the Doctor.
"Well of course it's stupid, you don't come to conclusions using logic now do you?" he asked. Everyone stared, giving a communal this-guy-is-crazy glance.
(gtg)
"You should be saying that to yourself, Doctor. This is me being nice." Melanie looked at him and whispered, "I suggest you not act like a weirdo and just, I don't know, be normal"
(Okay)
"Melanie, Melanie, Melanie, this is my normal. Take it or leave it, you've got it either way." he said mock-cheerfully.
"I swear if you say my name like that, I will…" Melanie thinks before blurting, "I don't know what I'll do, but I'll do something! Oh my God, I have no idea how I put up with your normal because yours and mine are way different! I'm assuming the same with everyone else here, too, right? Because you, right now," Melanie pointed to the Doctor, "are acting like a crazy person!"
"Well, I'm absolutely sure I must be insane. It would explain a lot. But we don't have time to… of course," he chuckled slowly, "of course we have time. All the time in the universe. You need to trust me, Melanie. But I'm not quite normal, not by anyone's standards. In time I hope you'll allow me my eccentricities. Sometimes they're all I or the world has got." he sighed. "Oi, lover's lane, we still have to deal with the things!" the blond woman, Pat, grumbled.
"You're the most-Okay, look. I don't know who or what you are, but what the hell are you saying? Are you really saying that I'll be friends with you or something?" Melanie frantically scratched at her scalp, scratching off dandruff, then brushed her straight hair back to where it was usually, tucked behind her ears. "Right. We still have those fucking things out there, I think. Um, what's the game plan? Because I don't want to spend the rest of my life in this room with you, no offense."
"Of course not, you're an incorrigible, stubborn little girl, far too annoying for me to bother with. And please don't swear," his voice took on a cold edge. "The kiddo does have a point. How're we gonna get out of here?" the trucker, Max, grunted. It seemed the only sound he was capable of making, because using stereotypes of Americans when you yourself, the author, are American, is fun.
(Okay lol!)
"If I weren't in a room filled with people, I'd probably strangle you the second you said that." Melanie huffed, jeering a glance at the Doctor that was anything but friendly. "And what was with you being all positive, saying that I could travel the stars? I'll take into consideration the whole swearing thing, but I'm not keeping any promises."
(Self deprecating humor! Because I'm dead inside… lol, I'll be fine. Probably.)
"Oh, you have potential, but you're wasting it of course. Now, let's just get out of here then, I suppose, and we'll all go about our lives like nothing happened. All in favor?" he said.
(Sorry about the shift in time of the Doctor's additude, I kinda just want to bring out his Anxiety Snark that you find in the audio dramas a lot.)
(Ah, it's fine)
"How do we know that those metallic-scaled freaks aren't out there? What if we go out there and we all die from them because we weren't too careful? Don't just assume that it's all fine and dandy, because we're obviously not!" Melanie gets up and storms to the booth, grabbing the Doctor's coat and walking back. "I'm assuming you want this back." Melanie puts it on the bar's countertop, not waiting for a response, and after walking back to the booth and sitting down, Melanie covers her head with her arms, cursing under her breath.
(Bump (I really like this RP and I don't want it to die…))
(I'm sorry! My wifi kicked out for two days, but I'm here now!)
The Doctor accepted his coat back without a fuss, then went to the kitchen to see if he could make some tea. "She's a good fit, really. Strong willed, calm in a crisis, even if a little hot-headed. I like her." a young woman, British, with short-cut blond hair, a round, plump face, and eyes the colour of heather and smoke. "I know, I just… I promised not to travel with anyone else. You know how it ends up! I hurt people! Like you." he said, swinging the kettle around and slamming it on the already abused stovetop. "Doctor, it wasn't your fault. I chose to leave, it was all on me, and you have no right to beat yourself up over it." she glared. The girl glided over, feet not touching the ground, and she gained a sort of transparency, a loss of substance. "Doctor, it's time you stop talking to the ghost of an old friend. I'm not real, this is just your imagination." she said. "Can't I pretend for a little while?" he asked, but the figure was gone, and there was a lack of teabags and thus, no tea. He sat down against the wall, chin to chest, and wondered what to do.
"So, lover's quarrel, eh? Yeah, me and my ex used to fight like cats." Pat sat down in the seat across from Melanie. "We broke up recently, just a month ago. He said I should go to hell, I guess this is close enough." she shrugged.
"Hm, I don't really think it's 'lover's quarrel,' maybe just a misunderstanding. I don't know his side of things, he doesn't know mine-well, maybe he does, and I'm just too self-absorbed to believe it. I'm sorry for dragging you into this, I mean, it's between the Doctor and me. I don't really receive help from others often, so, thanks, I guess." Melanie looked a little worried, she was biting her tongue, a bad habit of hers that she does when she's unsure of something. "Do you think we could make up? He's probably the only person here who didn't tense up when those things," Melanie gestured to the front door, "attacked. I don't know. Maybe I'm just too naive. Maybe the Doctor's right, at least about me. I know he can help me, but I don't know about the other way around." Melanie sighed and leaned back in the booth, "I'm ready to forgive him, but…I just don't know how."
"Sorry, shouldn't have assumed he was your man. Well, crazy, isn't it? Lizards running about the place, some weirdo with a velvet fetish bossing everyone about, and then that kid's little music machine summoning demons or something. And I just wanted a grilled cheese and some coffee!" she laughed, but not out of humor.
Melanie smiled, "That's what life does to you sometimes. It's quite figuratively a box of chocolates, a mix of good and bad, and you're blindfolded as you eat them. Ignoring the fact that you can get sick by eating too much, of course. Yeah, the world's crazy. I should probably check to see if those things have gone. Do you know if there's a flashlight around here? Like, in the case of a power outage?"
"I think so, most places you go will have at least something like that." Pat said, "and if not, I have one in my bag. Always ready for an emergency, me, always have been. Good old nine-eleven does that to someone. Here, let me find it." she began to rummage through her purse for the electric light, busily and efficiently.
"Heh, yeah. Those fun times. Thank god we have security nowadays, well…maybe not security against whatever's attacked us, but still." Melanie seemed generally mutual, and she liked talking with someone a little more rational in her perspective. "Tell me when you find that flashlight; I'm going to go apologize to the Doctor. Thanks for talking," Melanie's smile is slight as she stands and takes a deep breath before walking to the kitchen. She knocks on the door before letting herself in. "Hey," Melanie's voice was a bit dull, emotionless, "You holding up alright?"