“The fact that you’re okay with hitting in general worries me, but I won’t push it. Tricia, you seem to be one of the few sensible people here, how long has he been like this?” he asked. “Well, it was fine for a while, nothing was going, but about a week ago he just went mad. He’s had the thing for months and nothing’s happened, it only just started really.” she said, glaring. “I don’t like the way he’s looking at us, let’s talk in the other room.” she whispered.
"Uh, yeah. Understandable. Is the kitchen an okay place to talk?" Melanie gestured lightly to the kitchen doors, giving Tricia a concerned look. "Because I don't necessarily think that the roof is our best option."
"Yeah, but let's go then." she glared at her brother, and walked briskly to the kitchen.
Melanie follows and tries to keep a smile on her face, but it looks forced, so she gives up altogether. "So, what the heck is wrong with him? And why didn't you contact the authorities?"
"It was never this bad! He just went off into trances, got a little defensive of his instrument, sure, but it wasn't…." she trailed off, unsure what to say.
"Okay, it's fine. It's better to tell us now than never, right? Do you know if there's any way we could distract him, or make it so he stops playing his instrument?" Melanie started pacing idly, refraining herself from saying anything stupid. "Those things…they might be-not necessarily are-connected to that instrument."
(Bump)
(Bump…again)
(SORRY THAT I DIDN'T REPLY FOR SO LONG!!)
"Um… he doesn't let go of it, he only stops paying attention if he's in a trance or something." she shrugged. "Well, I have an idea of how to get it off him then." the Doctor grinned. Tricia the glared with an almighty rage. "HOW CAN YOU SMILE WHEN- Sorry, I'm just… stressed." she sighed.
(It's fine! we all have things that happen in our lives, and I won't be able to RP much this morning [I'm participating in a school play])
"Doctor, don't you dare say anything that is stupid or would get someone killed. I think I've been traumatized enough by letting someone die." Melanie sighed, putting a hand to her forehead. "What is it?"
"The obvious, of course. Your brother goes into trances every so often, we can take advantage of that and nab the thing when he isn't looking." the Doctor said. "It's obvious." Tricia frowned. "I should have though of that sooner." she said.
"Wait, you're actually having a normal idea? Who are you and what have you done with the Doctor?" Melanie jokes half-heartedly. "So we're just waiting, pretty much?"
"I have normal ideas! This just isn't a normal situation. And yes, waiting. I know, linear time is the worst, but it'll be fine." he nodded.
"Okay. Any ideas as to what we'll do in the meantime? Get to know each other, pretend that a new species of-whatever it is-isn't attacking this place?" Melanie's tone was a little sarcastic mixed with seriousness.
"I have a deck of cards in my purse? Long car trips make you a bit bored." Tricia offered.
"Ooh, I know how to play a mean game of War. Prepare to lose!" Melanie laughed, and she couldn't stop a grin from appearing on her face.
"Oh honey, you better watch out because I'm going to crush you!" said Tricia. Several rounds later, the Doctor appeared with the instrument. "You two seemed busy so I took it off him while I was having a break from taking apart and reassembling the toaster into a component of a K-9 unit. We should have a few good minutes before he notices anything." he said.
"You what? Wait-I don't think I even want to know what you do in your spare time." Melanie said, pulling an Ace. "Yes! If you don't pull an Ace, I win this round!" Melanie was caught up in the game, happy to do something entertaining and fun for once.
"Wait, you got his… thingy? Awesome!" Tricia said, dropping her cards. She did not have an ace in her pile. "That I did. It was easy enough, and nobody else noticed. I might have added a note of mild, suggestive hypnosis, but morality through method the least of our problems right now." he said.
"Wha-So… What do we do now? We have the thing, so…any bright ideas?" Melanie looked up at the two skeptically, being in a sitting position before standing up, using the floor as leverage for her palm.
"Nope. Brain's empty." the Doctor said. Tricia shrugged but said nothing.
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