"He lies. How fascinating. Well, we're pretty much stuck here until either they leave, we die, or we do something. And I know that I'm not the most ideal person to be stuck with, and I'm a teenager, though I'd like to call myself an adult, but I think that we resort to more questioning." Melanie stands and thinks. "Tommy's probably not one to talk, so he's out. We can try, but I doubt it would be in any way productive."
"Learning quickly, Melanie. Come on, let's go check the kitchen, see what provisions we have." he suggested.
(If you don't have an idea to progress, I think I have one. I know that the goal [for now] is to take away the stylophone from Tommy/destroy it. I'm pretty sure the only way Melanie'd do that would be in a rage or something along the lines of that. Permission to execute idea…?)
"I hate you." Melanie was only half-serious, but she heads into the kitchen anyways. "Let's see…perishable, non-perishable, perishable, perishable," Melanie counted off the food items, her eyes flickering over the multitude of fruits, vegetables, spaghetti, and things of that sort. "Anything we're looking for in particular?"
(Ahem. No, actually. Some bad music accidentally summoned some aliens who are now trying to break into our dimension and, well, do what all hungry carnivorous beings who have been imprisoned for several millennia like to do. And they're basically manipulating dear Tommy here to help them because he and his buddies are musicians and the aliens' plan was to break out at their concert and munch on the concert-goers pretty much. Sorry if that sounds weird, I don't do sci-fi plots very well.)
"No, I don't think so. We just might be here for a while, however, so it's good to take precautions." the Doctor said, sorting through shelves.
"Max, what are you doing?" Pat asked, grabbing the hulking male's shoulder. "Gettin' us out of here, Patricia. Nothing's happening out there, I can get to the van and leave!" he said, moving aside tables. He opened up the door, bringing in a chill. "I'll be back soon." he nodded, and ran out.
There was a roaring, growling noise, some distinct male screaming and the sound of something orgnic being torn to pieces, and even more growling. "What in Rassilon and Omega's almighty names is that?" the Doctor shouted slightly.
(It's fine! I'm not a huge sci-fi person, either. Moreover fantasy than anything.)
"Don't you dare tell me that-" Melanie came out of the kitchen with a jar of what looked to be a homemade spice blend, and she notices Max's absence. "What the hell? Are you- Did he have to- Why? Why didn't he listen? I didn't- I didn't want this! I didn't want any of it! Goddammit, Doctor! You said you'd prevent me from dying. What about him? He's dead now. I should have stayed out here!"
He followed, angrily. "That was hardly my fault, Melanie! Anyways, why didn't any of you try and stop him? You humans, you're idiots! Complete, utter idiots!" the Doctor thundered, a shadow seeming to cross his face. "He didn't mean anything, he was just some guy grabbing a bite to eat and had a spot of bad luck. He was worth nothing anyways!" Tobias shouted back, snarling in the Time Lord's face. "He was to me! That was my husband, you bastards!" Pat said. Tension was raising, everyone was yelling and causing an utter calamity, drawing attention to the beasts, and more importantly, to the unbarricaded doors.
(Oh boy…)
In a fit of rage, Melanie walked up to the Doctor and slapped him across the face. "We lost someone and you're calling them worthless? What would've happened if I was out there? Would you have said the same thing? Well, you know what, Doctor? You're worthless! He was an innocent civilian, a husband even! And you insult him? This is just- This is unbelievable…"
"Actually, it was my brother, Toby, who said that one. Although the Doctor is kinda an ass, you're right." Tricia pointed out. "EVERYONE SHUT UP!!" and they did. "Thank you, kindly." the Doctor said. He didn't often raise his voice, but when he did, it normally was effective.
Melanie scowled at the Doctor, but she didn't press him any further. She started to sulk to her booth when she noticed the doors. She froze. "Oh, shit." she managed to whisper before talking frantically. "Okay, good point, because now the doors aren't barricaded and all this ruckus probably alerted those things! So now we're all to blame. Great. Alright, two people to a table! Once we're done with that, we'll focus on stacking chairs!" Melanie turned to the Doctor, "Seeing as probably nobody here but me can tolerate you currently, I suggest you help me push a table or two."
"Good idea." the Doctor nodded, and helped move the tables to cover the exit so those creatures couldn't get in.
"Stupid guy, stupid things, stupid all of this!" Melanie huffed as she pushed a table to the doors. "Why was he so ignorant? Why didn't he believe us, or ask before he left?"
(Any ideas as to where this would go?)
"The humanian fight-flight-freeze instinct is possibly the most powerful instinct of all of them. He was confused, obviously scared, and had simply decided that flight seemed his best option." the Doctor said. "Believe me, I've been being confused by you lot for years. Studies at the Academy were no preparation for, well, actually meeting you. But you're charming enough, however stupid you can be sometimes."
"You-What? You studied me? Well, that's just great, isn't it? An alien stalker is top on the list of creepy things I wouldn't want to happen. Nevertheless, I don't think anyone would find me interesting. There are way better people with way better lives than me… And I'm degrading myself again. That's nice." There was a hint of sarcasm in the last part, but Melanie was intrigued. "So-and I can't believe I'm asking this-how many other species are out there? I guess besides the ones on Earth?" Melanie sighed once she finished pushing tables, and she was visibly exhausted.
"I meant studied humans in general." he quipped. "And yes, there's millions, trillions even. I haven't met most of them. But it's so beautiful out there, you know? All of time and space, right at your fingertips. I've made so many friends, a few more enemies, but it's all been so… huge. Humans don't even think of what goes on out there, you think of chips and telly and your job, but it's so much more than just that." the Doctor grinned, and continued. "I'm amazed, you lot actually managed to invent boredom! Imagine! It's absolutely hilarious!" he chuckled to make his point.
"Well potato chips-and fries, whichever one you meant-are really good. Maybe not healthy, but it's satisfying to most humans. Pretty much Americans and that's it. I could go for something spicy, though. Maybe chinese food? Sorry-off topic. Uh, anyways, what would you say is your favorite 'earthly' food? Just trying to pass the time. As for boredom, I could agree. There's lots to do in this world, but we don't have the technology yet to visit others, sadly. I'm slightly curious though, as to who or what's out there. Must be interesting, to say the least." Melanie smiled and started to stack some chairs. "I wish he didn't leave," she uttered an out-loud thought.
"Wish who didn't leave? Sorry, natural curiosity." a beat of silence. "What's his name? What did he do?"
"Huh? Oh. My dad, Markus. He left me to care for my mom. Never saw him again. I presume he's dead. That's about it. 'Hardworking girl with a broken family.' It's fun. I guess the guy who got himself killed, too. Sometimes people are stupid, and they do things for the wrong reason. Can't people just think before they speak, or think before they act?" Melanie sat at a booth, her forehead supported by both of her hands. "And this situation isn't helping one bit…"
"If only, believe me. Your situation isn't all bad, you're 19. You can move out whenever you choose, I suppose." he said. "Do you want to talk about any of it? I'll listen," he added.
"I know you will, and I know I'll make a big deal out of it. I'll overdramatize and exaggerate. Not the best thing to listen to, especially coming from a person like me who doesn't necessarily like the idea of socializing. I can deal with you because all the friends I have and have ever had are complete weirdos. I think that's a compliment on your part, but different people take things differently, I suppose." Like that asshole who I could've saved that tried to run, only to die at the very things that I warned them about… "For me, to put it bluntly, I'm negative all the time to hide my insecurities about failing and losing everything." Melanie propped her chin up with her hands and inspected the Doctor. "I doubt anyone could figure you out though, you being considered an alien to the human race. Maybe you're inspired by curiosity, but that's probably my best guess."
"I'm not as special as you think. Just a wanderer, I like it. You never know what you find next, meet new people, you know. Sometimes I even take someone with me… nevermind, it isn't really important. I hurt people in the end." he sighed, and remembered.
"All of time and space, I can understand why you'd want to see it," his younger self said wistfully, looking out to infinity with his old friend, their hands entwined. "I do too. Let's see it all. Every star in the universe, promise?" he'd asked, and the two of them had made a pact, that their friendship would never end, their companionship would last longer than eternity. But that was a long time ago, and all his old friends from Gallifrey were either dead or part of the war now.
"I was just a kid, barely out of my academy robes, but I was obsessed with the idea of owning a ship and seeing it all. And I've already seen a lot, believe me." he chuckled lightheartedly. "But enough about me. You seem like a very interesting person, Melanie. I'd say you'll get very far in life, believe me."
"Part of me wants to question you, part of me wants to believe you, part of me wants to understand you, and another part of me wants to ignore you altogether. Why is the human thought process so complicated? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd rather be a human than some other animal, but sometimes…we just can't decide what to do with a massive input from a source. I'm not saying you should stop talking-I actually like talking with you-but I don't think I can believe everything you say." Melanie stood and started to pace, her finger under her chin. "I should've gone to that pizza place. Then again, I wouldn't have met you." Melanie started muttering to herself.
"Well, I like talking to you as well. Besides, what's wrong with complicated? Nuance adds meaning, it adds understanding." he said, patting Melanie's thigh in a friendly, reassuring way.
Melanie stops and scowls at the Doctor. "You are very lucky that I like you-generally as a person, or I probably would have done something that isn't necessarily what a pacifist would do." Melanie sighs lightly, and bites her lip self-consciously. "Are we supposed to, what? Wait this out? Do nothing? It's clear that Tommy hates us, and I'm out of ideas."
"Neither. I want to figure out-what was that?" he asked at a slight flutter of the wind, far from the storm outside and certainly not good, like a pained howl.
"Don't touch it!" Tommy yelled at his sister. "It's a goddamn fetish! There's something wrong, Tommy!" she shrieked, and was thrown back. "Just-hey! What'd you do that for? She's you're sister! My god, just… don't get into it with him." Tobias groaned, rolling his eyes.
"Oh hell no. Okay, Tommy can go around hitting people all he likes, but I'd never hurt my family. Okay, what is wrong with him? How do we get the stupid toy out of his hands!" Melanie turned to Tobias. "And don't think that I know this isn't normal!" Melanie gestured towards the abnormal scene.
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