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.


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[clavesregni]

I'd like that very much.

[As much as she wants to see all the fantastical far-off places the Doctor's told her about, a visit to Ionia, just to start, would be nice. They could even bring her dad.

Unfortunately, the cold reasserts itself with a gust of frigid air blowing over the roof, dropping a flurry of snowflakes over them. Caitlyn shivers, pulling the Doctor's jacket more tightly around herself.]

It does seem to be getting colder. The first destination we ought to be concerning ourselves with is indoors. [A nod to the screwdriver.]

[thedreamer]

[ Yet again, the Doctor is reminded why it's always a good idea to have a friend close by; he does get too easily distracted, and in this case, it's causing his friend a bit of discomfort. ]

Right, yes, of course. Indoors! Need to get you warmed up.

[ While his own fingers don't feel the cold as much, the lock itself is stubborn, slower to acquiesce thanks to the frigid temperatures. But with a bit of focus now at last—and some clever jiggling—he manages to get it undone, grinning triumphantly at her as he moves to stand. ]

There we are! Just a bit of persistence. You didn't doubt me, did you?

[ The question is asked with a teasing grin as he opens the door and stands aside to allow Caitlyn in ahead of him. ]

[clavesregni]

[Caitlyn watches curiously as the Doctor fiddles with the lock, still wondering how that gadget of his works and then wondering in turn whether she should learn lock-picking. It would be a useful skill, she can think of all sorts of applications.

Is that what he's doing? Picking the lock, but with... a screwdriver? She's about to ask him when he finishes up and pushes open the door.]

Oh. No. [She hadn't even really been thinking about whether he'd succeed or fail, so the question takes her momentarily by surprise before she realizes he's teasing.] I was planning to ask if you know how to pick locks.

[She steps inside and offers him his coat back.] Thank you for the loan.