"Please don't slap me!" he held his hands up defensively, then lowered them. "Oh. Er, sorry, just taking a precaution. Things like that happen to me a lot. Um… alright? And, well… I'm sorry too. Probably for all the wrong things, but it's good to make an effort, so I've been told." the Doctor shrugged and stood up.
"No, really. I probably don't know half of what you're going through, and it seems as if you're reserved about it, so I won't try and question you about it, as tempting as it is. I came to apologize as well, I guess. I know I get a temper sometimes; I've been working on it. Wait, no, I haven't, but I want to. Am I making sense? I think I am. Um, anyways, your idea. About the…whatever you said it was. It doesn't sound like a bad idea. Granted that everyone else in there thinks you're mad, but I guess you're not as bad as some would presume," Melanie offered him a smile, and it formed into a smirk, "Oh yeah, street magicians can't tell the gist of a person's life, even if they're experienced. So try not to lie to me. I think that, yes, it's a possibility that you may be an alien or something, but I'm not going to jump to conclusions that quickly."
"Skepticism rarely gets people far in life, Melanie. And what idea? I had an idea? Sorry, so much going on and not enough space to keep track of it all." he rubbed at the back of his neck, ending up making his cravat come loose from the friction, hastily and messily retying it.
Melanie chuckled, somewhat amused. "The idea about Tommy and his whatever-it-was. I'm not a huge musical fan, so forgive me for not knowing what it's called. I think my mother used to play the viola-another term for a fiddle, but that's getting off track. Anyways, Tommy has the thing, and I think you suggested that it lured the things here, I'm assuming?"
"Maybe. Bad glam rock, you'd be surprised what it's summoned in the past. Oh, me and Jimi Hendrix, those were some good times. Ahem. But it might have something to do with it, yes." he shrugged, looking around the kitchen.
"Uh-huh. I wanted to go check, see if those reptilian things are still there. Do you want to come with me or stay here, contemplating life's unlimited choices?" Melanie tucked a rogue piece of hair behind her ear, only to have it return in front of her face, in which she moped slightly.
"Lives in my case," the Doctor did not say, but instead shrugged, got up, and opened the door to exit the kitchen. "After you, m'lady." he nodded.
"No need to be modest, but thank you," Melanie nodded and exited the kitchen, looking for the woman who promised her a flashlight (I may have forgotten her name…).
(Lol it's fine.)
"Ah, here you go. Low on battery, but it should last a few good minutes." Pat tossed the small electric light over to Melanie.
(I forgot to tell you that I can't RP much today, my family has plans)
Melanie gave a short-lived smile to Pat before she turned to the Doctor. "I'll be going upstairs, follow me if you wish. Plus, I want to talk to you, but I'm not forcing you to do anything. I feel like you've done your part well enough." Melanie starts to the stairs in the back.
"Alright, I'm coming," he smiled good naturedly, following. "Didn't take that long to find a replacement for me, huh?" the phantom asked. "Oh, be quiet. I can't take her with, I couldn't bear to put the weight of the War on her. Besides, what would Romana say? She'd be furious, you know, you've met the woman. Best friend of mine, sure, but as stubborn as a mule when her mind's made up." he said. "I don’t know what’s happened to you since we were separated, but you can’t possibly think that the best thing for you to do is roam about the universe alone.” she put her hands on her hips. “If you’re anything like you used to be, like when I knew you, you’d go mad within a week. No one to have tea with, no one to explain complicated concepts to, no hand to hold.” the young woman shook her head. “Poppycock.” she glared. "I'm different now, less foolish, less… I'm sorry, but I can't." he shoved the presence out of his mind. He then looked to Melanie. "Sorry, 's talking to myself. Old habit, I really should stop."
"It's fine. I was slightly worried that you'd lost the weird side of you…if that makes sense. Earlier you looked a bit down, compared to the enthusiastic person I met a while ago. For a second you reminded me of myself, and, although I don't want to see anything right with myself, I think you need to be less gloomy." Melanie pauses, biting her lip. "Okay, that is really hypocritical on my part. Pretend that I didn't try to help." Melanie went up the stair quickly, not waiting for a response. Dammit, Melanie! Mind your own business! You should just leave that man be, and go on with your life. He can handle his own, he doesn't need your help!
"No, no, a friend of mine used to tell me something similar. 'Lighten up, Doctor' or 'Why so gloomy?' While I was glad for the concern, she was always like a mother hen-which didn't make much sense, that was more my job. Actually, I once met a Mother Goose, she was a right laugh, nothing like the books. So you see, we once," and he was off yammering about strange and obscure topics once more, name-dropping like there was no tomorrow.
"You've got one hell of an imagination. Pardon the swearing," Melanie cuts him off, reaching the roof. "If I were a child, I might've looked up to you in awe or something, I'm pretty sure some kids would. Alright," Melanie had to squint to make sure she didn't slip on ice, "let's see if those little buggers are still there." After a few attempts, Melanie turns on the flashlight successfully, and it projects a dim glow, proving itself to be better than a lighter, but it could be much brighter. She points it down, having to sit to have seen anything of importance.
"I'm not joking." he said, sulking slightly. There was a faint growling, you could see flashes of them in the dark, but they weren't acting very hostile as of yet.
"Okay, the not-wolf things are still there…" Melanie pauses to think, then bites her lip. "I will hate you if you're right about the stupid styla, stylo-whatever it's called causing all of this! At least they aren't hostile now, but we shouldn't go risking lives; that'd be a risky gamble. Okay, I'm going to see if you're right. If you are, then I will need to reconsider what all of this is," Melanie gestured to the things, "and what I have to do with it, if I have anything to do with it." Melanie stands, almost running into the Docter, and she mumbles a quick 'Sorry,' and she calmly walks down to the civilians, somewhat upset that the flashlight was just barely working.
(I'm not going to be online for a few days, personal stuff to work out. Sorry! Just letting you know so you don't worry, have a good day!)
(It's fine! Thanks for letting me know!)
"Okay, the not-wolf things are still there…" Melanie pauses to think, then bites her lip. "I will hate you if you're right about the stupid styla, stylo-whatever it's called causing all of this! At least they aren't hostile now, but we shouldn't go risking lives; that'd be a risky gamble. Okay, I'm going to see if you're right. If you are, then I will need to reconsider what all of this is," Melanie gestured to the things, "and what I have to do with it, if I have anything to do with it." Melanie stands, almost running into the Doctor, and she mumbles a quick 'Sorry,' and she calmly walks down to the civilians, somewhat upset that the flashlight was just barely working.
The Doctor sighed, and took a moment alone on the rooftop. "Wow, she's got quite the blazing attitude. I like her, she actually tells you off on your nonsense." the phantom reappeared once more. "Oh, do be quiet," the Doctor replied, and went to join the others.
Melanie took a deep breath before walking towards Tommy, having slight regrets as to what she was going to do. "Hey. Tommy, right? Look, I know that this 'Doctor' guy-he's pretty loony, to say the least. I don't blame you if you don't trust him. Hell, I don't trust him, not really! I mean, what kind of person blames all of this on an instrument? I know! A crazy person!" Melanie chuckles after giving the Doctor a piercing glare, don't interfere, and thinks for a minute. "That is a really cool instrument, though. I think my mom played the fiddle when she was in middle school. Do you mind playing a tune, maybe to prove that crazy person wrong? Plus, I haven't seen many people perform, not much since the beginning of high school. It'd be nice."
"No." his tone was murderous, and the male got up and sat as far away from Melanie as possible. "Social skills much?" the Doctor came up behind Melanie, his tone smug.
"Oh, shush. It's better than just grabbing for it. How are we supposed to prove your theory without brute force? I mean, I'd love to pin the guy to the ground," and maybe you, too, "but I'd rather take the passive route if I may." Melanie sighed and crossed her arms.
("I'd love to pin the guy to the ground," and maybe you, too, ohmygosh Donna Noble is that you?)
"I have a few alternative ideas." he said. Wellll, I'll think of some soon. Hopefully.
(lol I think it was an unintentional reference)
"Hm. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if your theory was right. Tommy, he's odd, but his obsession over his instrument is suspicious. I wouldn't know though. Haven't owned one before…" Melanie sat down in the nearest seat, thinking of possible solutions, but nothing came to her mind. "I got nothing. You?"
(Not exactly a reference, more like just something she would think/do.)
“Nope. I lied. No ideas.” the Doctor slumped, defeated.
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