trans_9 | The Mission to Retrieve the Melting Clock

Tim, dressed in his Red Robin uniform as per usual, was standing to the side, somewhat away from the other two. He would be working with them, naturally, but he that didn't really change his closed off nature. At least he was sure that they were capable, even if he'd only really interacted with the Doctor in the past (and the man was certainly eccentric).

He was ready to get started with this as quickly as possible. There wasn't really time to lose.

The good news was the Doctor was considerably cleaned up since he'd found Marco.

His bowtie had been straightened, hair was still...not quite otter-proof (he wasn't sure how you could otter-proof hair just yet), and he no longer smelled as badly as he had when he'd run into Marco, Rachel and Jamie. Small blessings for everyone involved, he supposed.

Fussing with his omnicomm and opting to stick it in his pocket, the Doctor flipped open his psychic paper, as if he was consulting what looked at the moment like an impressive slip of nothing. Should he use Stuff Inspector? It hadn't quite worked with that one squirrelly little fella, no thanks to River, and he debated the odds of someone else manning the clock shop he could try the same trick on. Probably not good odds. He supposed just talking his way in and not stopping until they had the clock could always work. He'd really rather not resort to violence after all. The Doctor tucked the psychic paper back into his breast pocket and straightened his tweed jacket, turning toward Tim.

"Probably best I do the talking," he said after a pause, sizing up Tim. That outfit was interesting but it wasn't exactly the most friendly uniform he'd ever seen. "I'm good at talking. Loads of talking! Let's try to keep it peaceful and work from there."

He gave Tim a friendly clap on the shoulder, as if this wasn't a life or death situation. Life and regressing-into-nonexistence, really. Not quite death.

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Will stood next to the other two, already transformed into her Guardian form. She didn't want to waste time having to transform if they happened to get into a fight with this guy, even if she was hoping that it wouldn't come to that. "Hope you can manage to do that then."

"Do you want to see-" said Peepers, as he peered out of the shop. And then he noticed the Doctor. "Oh it's you. What do you want?" he said, in a much more sarcastic tone.

Tim gave the Doctor a sidelong look. It was an understandable thought process, that he seemed to be going through. The Red Robin uniform didn't exactly inspire confidence (though really, that depended on the person-- here, without context, though...). "Peaceful is ideal," Tim managed out, looking at the Doctor and at Will-- who seemed ready to take whatever path necessary herself-- before the shop keeper made his appearance.

Well, based on the negative reaction he promptly gave to the Doctor, that seemed to be going down a bad path quickly.

"I'm Red Robin," Tim said, keeping his voice level. "We just want to ask you a few questions," he explained. Best to start it off cool, so as to not provoke anything unnecessary.

The Doctor waved a hand over his shoulder.

"Oh yes, hi, just had some questions! I brought friends, as you can tell, who're also curious; scary fella behind me and the not-so-scary (but I love the wings) girl. Gorgeous wings! Did I mention that before? Someone should mention if it they haven't because really, they're worth mentioning."

He'd turned toward Will before suddenly wheeling on his hell back to the merchant, giving him a big friendly clap on the shoulder like he hadn't been run out of the shop the last time they were here. The Doctor rubbed his hands together and made a move like he wanted to push past him into the shop, still nattering away and investigating various clocks. The path the Doctor took wasn't quite to the Melting Clock's spot but a far more roundabout way. It was that or he really was getting distracted by how interesting everything was in here. He was hoping that with the sudden appearance of tree of them that it might throw the merchant off foot. Or off half a foot: he could work with off half a foot.

Actually, at this rate, the Doctor might really just be distracted and need someone to pull him back on task.

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"I thought I told you to STAY OUT OF MY SHOP." He screeched, ineffectively trying to push the Doctor away.

"We'll leave eventually, but we do have some important questions we need to ask you first," Will said, walking over towards the merchant and the doctor.

Tim imperceptably rose an eyebrow underneath the cowl, at the Doctor's ramblings. They were erratic-- and not necessarily helping. They didn't seem to be doing much too throw the shopkeeper off, at least, though he at least was dodging around the actual object they were coming for. The chances of them being able to talk their way out of getting the item seemed unlikely, but distracting was an effective first step...

Will seemed to be going with the 'questioning' story, too. He still felt that playing it down like that was the best path to start with. He nodded and stepped forward with her, raising his hands in the air slightly as a passive gesture. "He's just looking around," he said of the Doctor, before asking a more harmless question, showing a healthy interest-- something to hopefully distract him, or at least calm him down a little bit. He was currently in no state for them to outright ask for the clock-- or two try and take it, considering that force was a last resort. "Have you owned this shop for long?"

At this point the Doctor was definitely looking around, with a distant "You told me to stay out days ago, obviously it doesn't count today" thrown over his shoulder, as if he had just gotten a slap on the wrist. By now the Doctor had wandered off away from the main group to poke at a large grandfather clock, a great big hulking thing towering over him and almost bent over like it was trying to look back at him. Whether by accident or accidentally-on-purpose, the Doctor had planted himself directly behind the shopkeeper, leaving him the option of tracking the Doctor or facing Will and Tim for some perfectly peaceful questions. The Doctor began to fuss with his not very otter-proof hair, using the clock's face as a mirror, running his hands through it and also, quite possibly, using the clock to keep an eye on things.

Tim and Will seemed to have to things under control for now.

The Doctor grimaced at the clock, running his tongue over his teeth and then breathing on the glass surface before rubbing the fog away with his sleeve. You know, they really ought to get some good toothbrushes on Stacy. Non-tentaclely ones. Maybe he better look into getting one on the way out.

So far the Doctor didn't seem too inclined to wander further, still using that clock as a mirror and eavesdropping on the conversation.

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"I'm not talking to you until HE leaves." Peepers said indignantly. "Frankly, you should be glad I'm not having him arrested. Impersonating a Guild Member is a serious crime on this planet. BJORN! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" A ten foot tall Lovecraftian monster walked out of the back.

"I am Bjorn the Unspeakable. The skulls of those who have defied me get crushed in a in a messy disgusting way. And I believe your were told to leave." He said, glaring at the Doctor.

Will blinked, looking over at the Doctor for a moment. "You... did what?"

Great. Of course this wasn't going to be made any easier for them. He held back the frustrated sigh, glancing at the Doctor, eyes narrow under the lenses of his mask. Will had already asked the obvious question, but he didn't feel that it was an appropriate time for questioning his past actions. Of course, they were clearly causing a problem in the present. But there was nothing that could be done about that now.

"There's no need for drastic action," Tim said hastily, stepping toward the (literally) monstrous security. "Regardless of how he behaved earlier, he is now with us," a gesture at Will with one hand, while the other moved very carefully closer to his utility belt. Just in case. "On official business for the Transmigration 9. We won't cause you any trouble-- we only wish to cooperate." But that wasn't looking likely any more. Hopefully if this did come to a more forceful retrieval it wouldn't take much more than a distraction and a hasty retreat.

The Doctor held up his hands, backing away from the grandfather clock because it looked just about the right size for a Bjorn the Unspeakable club.

Speaking of which, that name was utter rubbish.

"You know -- in case anyone hasn't ever told you -- that name is a bit ridiculous, don't you think? It's not exactly unspeakable if we can all say it, you know. And even if it was, what can they call you then? Right, that's probably not helping things..." The Doctor trailed off in mid-ramble, his hands spread in surrender (at least he hadn't thrown them over his head. Yet.)

The Doctor continued to back away from the grandfather clock and hopefully away from the temptation for Bjorn the Not-Quite-So-Unspeakable to use the clock as a club. He continued to back away past Will and Tim toward the door. In case Bjorn took a swing at him, he didn't want to risk the other two getting a clock chucked at their heads. Will had the wings to probably fly out of the way, but to be completely honest, the Doctor wasn't quite sure about Tim's depth perception what with that mask of his. The Doctor stopped by the door, frowning at the shopkeeper railing at him and unable to resist the urge to explain his point of view, even with Bjorn In Desperate Need of An Unspeakable Name hovering over him like a great big, much more impressive than his name shadow.

"I told him I was a Stuff Inspector, which was true in that I was inspecting stuff. And things. Bit of a Renaissance Man, really."

The Doctor stayed by the door, unable to get closer to the Melting Clock without risking the mission. This was where it was on Will and Tim for now, the Doctor now frowning up at Bjorn's ten feet of Speakableness and wanting desperately to give him some name tips. Trust him, he could probably give Bjorn loads and loads of better names so he could properly make lifeforms quake in their shoes.

Edited 2011-05-19 10:46 (UTC)

The Mission to Retrieve the Melting Clock

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