every life is a pile of good things & bad things

[thedreamer]

WHO: The Doctor & Ghostbusters Friends!
WHEN: December
WHERE: The Inn & surrounding areas
WHAT: Shenanigans, trouble, bringing joy & confusion, more trouble, culinary delights!
WARNINGS: Will edit as needed.


[ A series of open & closed starters in the comments below. I am super happy to plot something and set up a custom starter if you prefer so please feel free to PM me or ping me on discord @ bluebox#8972 or plurk @ geekorthodox ]

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( open ) the grounds - build a snow-shaped...thing?

[thedreamer]

[ There's a peace and stillness in the air after a blizzard, a quiet that settles over the land blanketed in snow. How much of his life has he had time to appreciate these moments? Snow is nothing new to him and he's always loved it, but rarely when he's standing out in it, is he afforded the opportunity to do anything at all with it, dashing from one thing to the next as he so often is.

Lately, the Doctor has been acquainted with the strangest feelings of serenity lurking deep down on quiet occasions like this. It's enough to have developed an unfamiliar fondness for these moments, such that he even seeks them out for a short while.

Of course, he wouldn't be the Doctor if he just stood there gazing out at the snow. The peace of a tranquil morning can only last so long with a fidgety Time Lord lurking about. Realizing that a member of their group is just passing by next to him, the Doctor won't hesitate to turn, smile, and make an offer he assumes can't be refused. ]

You weren't going to do something boring like lurk around inside all day? Come on, let's go out! [ He nods to the grounds surrounding them. ]

Build a snow-shaped person or...creature. A dinosaur, perhaps! Something different. I'm open to ideas, though. Let's crack on, shall we?

[spellsandcharms]

[ The stillness draws Sarah out, red hair wild around her face and cup of coffee in hand. She's always been loud, but she appreciates the quiet, the calm. And it beats the hell out of the last few weeks. ]

You aren't serious.

[ For all she might look like River Song's somewhat older doppelganger, her accent is American, and she's looking at him like he may have hit his head recently.

She's too old to play in the snow. ]

[thedreamer]

[ Well, there are a few things about both her and her reaction that don't surprise him at all: people often look at him as though he's hit his head recently, and he has, of course, seen her face before on the network. The great big universe, people are bound to have doppelgangers running about. Romana had even appropriated Princess Astra's face when she regenerated. Obviously, this is different, but not enough to give him any sort of pause. ]

I'm always serious. I do take off on Tuesdays, though. And sometimes every third Friday.

[spellsandcharms]

[ If anything, her expression sours. He'll have to forgive her; she's only on her second cup of coffee and still the only thing she particularly likes about this place are the ghosts. She doesn't really mind staying in a haunted house. It's familiar, if the spirits aren't exactly the friendliest around. ]

Maybe you've got your days mixed up.

[ Turning away from him to look back out over the blanketing of snow, she takes a drink. Case closed. End of discussion... ]

Unless today's Tuesday.

[thedreamer]

No, that wouldn't be possible.

[ Of course it could be, but would he entertain the idea? Certainly not. Not a Time Lord. No, he always knows exactly when and where he is. Of course. ]

Haven't you ever just messed about in the snow?

[spellsandcharms]

What? That today's Tuesday?

[ Contrary to popular belief, she does have a sense of humor. ]

I raised a niece. She wasn't that kind of kid.

[thedreamer]

[ Just to be absolutely clear, because he must: ] That I've got my days mixed up. I always know the exact day, the hour, the minute, the second. Time is my business, you might say.

[ But of course she was just having a go at him, and so will he in return. ]

No playing in the snow? Not once? Oh, that's dreadful. [ Never one for holding back his opinions, of course. ] What sort was she, then?

[spellsandcharms]

[ Her snort of amusement says all that needs said regarding what she thinks about that. ]

Studious.

[ And troubled, but she isn't prone to sharing that with the average stranger. ]

Diana wanted to go her own way.

[cairhien]

A dinosaur?

( she laughs slightly, a softer, lighter sound than she's known from herself in quite some time, though moiraine does at least step closer, curious at some of the shapes that he's making )

And what is a dinosaur?

[thedreamer]

Oh, that won't do, that won't do at all.

[ That she's not familiar with them, that is. But now he gets the joy of explaining it all to her. ]

Dinosaurs were big, beautiful creatures that roamed the Earth, oh long ago now. Well, depending on your point of view and your place in history. Mostly reptiles, and nearly all extinct, though some evolved into what humans modernly refer to as birds.

This one-[ He's trying to shape a brontosaurus out of the snow, though only half its body is done. ]-one of my favorites. Probably shouldn't play favorites, but I do adore these ones. Brontosaurus.