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The Sinking Feeling You Get When You Eat Magic Food

Welcome meatship crewmembers to the instrument of pure silly.

It had been a long period of waiting, but a prank was about to be issued after these dire dark times. As such, tables were set up around the WITCH Bus and other locations, unmanned stands where Lemonade and Brownies were available with the compliments of your friendly companions.

Do you dare risk chocolately goodness or sour-sweetness to discover it's dark delicious secrets?

(ooc: tag around, bug others and feel free to continue to madness. IC duration is about a day. Unless you deliberately take more with you. As a reminder, Lemonade brings you up ages to a good looking adultish level. Brownies turn you into kids. GO NUTS. Refer to the ooc post for details and ask questions there.)

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"Looks like, uhh, you got ahold of the brownies too."

Hey, Jamie. Just in case your day wasn't already strange enough, you're now being addressed by a larval creature the size of a small dog that's now curled up in the seat of a wheelchair. There's a half-eaten brownie on the ground beside it, so it's fairly easy to solve this mystery.

That's...that's...what is that? He blinks at the grub for a moment, then catches sight of the half-eaten brownie. Well, that would explain why it's so small, but what it's when it's normal size, Jamie has no idea.

"Aye, I have. I'm guessing ye would like to pass on finishing the rest of this, then?"

There's a pause, then Tavros laughs softly. This kid's accent sort of reminds him of someone he knew back home.

"No, um, I think, I'm done. Any more, and I'll probably be an egg."

He peers over the edge at the brownie.

"Besides, um. It's way over the five-second rule, even assuming, that's a real thing to follow."

"What's the five-second rule?" Jamie asks, as he deposits the half-eaten brownie back on the table. Maybe that will warn someone else to stay away, although it might not be a bad idea to write something down and stick it on the table just in case.

"And who are ye, anyway? I've not seen any of the crew that looks like ye do."

"It's a thing, um, that people say, when they eat something they dropped on the ground. I, kind of, think that's gross, though."

He stretches up a little to get a better look at Jamie.

"I don't think, that we've met. My name's Tavros. I'd shake your hand, but, uh, I don't, have any right now."

There's a shrug from Jamie. "Oh, is that what ye call it? I've not heard the term before. A wee bit of dirt never hurt anyone, though. Well, unless ye happen to have dropped it by a herd of cattle. Generally best not to risk it if that's the case."

He's about to say something else when Tavros introduces himself. Startled, he turns to look at the grub with something akin to astonishment. "You're Tavros? I talked to ye once, on the wee bitty computer thing. I'm Jamie."

Tavros grins at the thought. No, he wouldn't eat anything off the ground, especially if he dropped it in the barn or near animals.

He smiles back at Jamie's astonishment. Yep, he sure is a first-stage grub right now. "I thought, uh, that accent seemed familiar! Hi, um, Jamie. Nice to meet you."

"Aye, well, I usually use that voice translator thing, so I guess I can see how that comes across in the text." He really should enunciate his 'you's' better. "Nice to meet ye in person," he adds, then snaps his fingers. "Hey, did ye get that sleeping situation of yours situated? With the...er, raccoon?"

He means the Recuperacoon, in this case. Jamie's got a habit of giving his own names to things, especially when he doesn't understand the name of it.

Tavros laughs. "You mean, my recuperacoon? Yeah, thanks, um, it's not, exactly the same, but it's close enough. Better than your beds, anyway!"

He shakes his head, still smiling. "I don't mean to come across as rude, but... I don't understand, how anyone sleeps in those things."

Jamie isn't offended by the observation at all, and merely shrugs. "For quite a while after I woke up here, I was sleeping in one of those wee cubby-holes I've mentioned. And before that...well, I had my own room on the TARDIS, but ye never knew where ye would wind up, or if you would even have a bed while ye were there. The ones here are not so bad, when ye get down to it."

Adjusting his grip on his kilt so he doesn't lose hold of it, he adds, "It might be a wee bit odd to someone who grew up somewhere else, though."

He supposes he can see that, too. Humans must seem awfully strange to non-humans, sometimes. And vice-versa. Jamie looks at Tavros thoughtfully. "I take it you've not met a lot of humans before?"

Tavros shakes his head. "No, um, I never even, heard of humans before I got here. But now, it's like... you guys are basically everywhere."

He pauses, briefly. Most of the stuff Jamie said made sense to him, but one word stands out as completely foreign.

"What's a... TARDIS?"

"Aye," Jamie agrees. "I think that's more due to the fact that Stacy's not been able to wake everyone up the way she wanted to. There's probably just as many non-humans here, but they're still asleep."

He hesitates for a moment at the question, trying to figure out how exactly he wants to put things. The Doctor's not awake to elbow him to get him to shut up about it, but...maybe it's better to not go into too much detail right now. "It's the...er, name of the ship we traveled on. That is, the Doctor, Zoe and I. The Doctor was awake for awhile, but had to go back to the pods."

And he's not human, either, but Jamie leaves that part out.

Tavros is the sort to take things at face value, and Jamie sure looks human to him! He nods as Jamie talks.

"Yeah, um, I keep hearing, from people on the ship, that my friends and lusus and, um, everybody, are in some sort of... storage, down in the pods someplace. Or something like that."

Slight pause.

"I'm sorry, that you lost your doctor and ship. But there are, uh, other medical staff on board, right? And Stacy's not so bad."

Oh, Jamie is quite human. The Doctor, on the other hand, is not. If the Time Lord ever wakes up again, Tavros may find that out for himself - if it's an incarnation that's willing to admit it. Or if Alex actually knows and mentions it, but Jamie's not sure if Alex would or not. "I'd not call it storage, but...aye. They likely are. The Daligig said they saved as many loved ones as they could."

Whether or not that's the truth...who knows? Jamie seems to believe it, however. "Oh, the Doctor's what he calls himself. He knows a wee bit about medicine, but he's not a doctor like the way ye are thinking."

He shifts to gripping the kilt with the other hand - the one he's using is cramping a little, and he should maybe figure out something to do with that soon. "The TARDIS may still be around here, but I'm not sure if I'd be able to find it now. It's not my ship, it's his." So if he's asleep again, she might have very well put it wherever she puts the possessions of the people who aren't awake. "I should check that...maybe once this has worn off. I'd not care to try and find my way around the hangar right now."

Ahhh. Reading comprehension. I should get some at some point. Anyway Tavros nods at Jamie's words. He has no idea who might be down there, but he hopes he's not the only troll. That'd be awful. He may not get along with a lot of the trolls he knows, but he's not the type to want them dead.

"Ohh, okay. But, why does he, call himself a doctor, then? And, I guess, good luck finding your TARDIS. I don't think, it's be easy to hide a whole ship, though."

He glances at the kilt as Jamie switches hands, but trolls wear stranger things than that sometimes. A dude in a skirt isn't so outlandish after you've met this guy (http://mspaintadventures.com/?s=6&p=004308).

"It's...um." Honestly, Jamie really has no clue why he does, but simply saying that isn't much good as an explanation. "Well, ye can be a Doctor of other things," he comes up with, after a few seconds. "Not just medicine."

There's a wry smile from Jamie at the mention of hiding a whole ship. The TARDIS is rather smaller than you would think...or, at least, appears to be on the outside. "You'd be surprised," he says dryly.

As would be Jamie, if he saw that other particular troll. The flying seahorse alone would be cause for some staring. It occurs to him, however, despite what he said, he could still go search for the TARDIS - he just doesn't want to right now. On the other hand, Tavros seems to be a wee bit stuck in his current form. Maybe he should help him out, if the grub wants the assistance.

"Anyway, like I said, I'll worry about it later. What about ye? Did ye need to be anywhere?"

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"Ohh," Tavros nods. Sure, there were trolls who arbitrarily gave themselves titles all the time. Silly of him to assume humans didn't do that too.

At Jamie's offer, he gives the best equivalent of a shrug possible when you do not, technically, have shoulders anymore. "Not unless, um, there's someone handing out a cure, I guess. This curse, or whatever, will wear off, right? Do you think?"

"With the way things keep going wrong on Stacy, I'd not be surprised if we were stuck like this," Jamie says, giving into a momentary fit of pessimism. There's a pause as he realizes that it's likely not what someone else would want to hear, so he adds, "Maybe it'll wear off, though."

He doesn't sound entirely convinced that'll be the case, but it is what it is. "Either way, not too much we can do about it, right now. I just thought ye might want to go do something else while we're waiting to see if it does."

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((actually I handwaved it XD didn't seem like it would be all that interesting to thread out!))

Hooray for handwaving! :) (Also, sorry for the late reply.)

Handwaving ftw! And no problem; I've been dragging on tags too. :P

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Or I could have been clearer. Sorry about that. :)

No prob, I have a bad habit of misreading anyway. Derp!

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