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maskormenacelogs2017-03-03 08:17 am
helpline) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-03-03 08:17 am
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WHO: the Twelfth Doctor & Theon Greyjoy
WHERE: some sort of bumper cars/minigolf/laser tag/arcade sort of place, located in Heropa
WHEN: time is nebulous so basically whenever
WHAT: SUCK IT THEON, THEY ARE FRIENDS and friends occasionally do bumper cars together.
WARNINGS: it Theon
The two of them are waiting in line behind Sally's fairly large eighth birthday party, attendees of which are currently getting in the bumper cars. Really, the Doctor's a bit thankful for Sally and her birthday party because this means he's got enough time to explain these sorts of things to Theon. After all, he's forcibly dragged Theon somewhere that he thinks the other man would like but he's not entirely sure if he's ever done before.
"So, bumper cars. You drive them like a car and by that I mean turn the wheel in what direction you want to go, use the floor pedal on the right to go faster, use the floor pedal on the left to stop. See those little rubber sticky-outty bits around the car? That's so you can ram your bumper car into other people's bumper cars and give them a jolt."
It's all explained in a matter of fact tone. There's no judging, no sort of 'oh man how come you don't know this' intonation, the Doctor's explaining bumper cars as if explaining bumper cars is a perfectly logical thing to do (which it totally is). Sally's birthday party has too many people for one round of bumper cars so the Doctor, Theon, and a handful of eight year olds still wait in line as the bumper cars hum to life and the rest of the eight year olds start slamming their bumper cars into each other with surprising viciousness.
WHERE: some sort of bumper cars/minigolf/laser tag/arcade sort of place, located in Heropa
WHEN: time is nebulous so basically whenever
WHAT: SUCK IT THEON, THEY ARE FRIENDS and friends occasionally do bumper cars together.
WARNINGS: it Theon
The two of them are waiting in line behind Sally's fairly large eighth birthday party, attendees of which are currently getting in the bumper cars. Really, the Doctor's a bit thankful for Sally and her birthday party because this means he's got enough time to explain these sorts of things to Theon. After all, he's forcibly dragged Theon somewhere that he thinks the other man would like but he's not entirely sure if he's ever done before.
"So, bumper cars. You drive them like a car and by that I mean turn the wheel in what direction you want to go, use the floor pedal on the right to go faster, use the floor pedal on the left to stop. See those little rubber sticky-outty bits around the car? That's so you can ram your bumper car into other people's bumper cars and give them a jolt."
It's all explained in a matter of fact tone. There's no judging, no sort of 'oh man how come you don't know this' intonation, the Doctor's explaining bumper cars as if explaining bumper cars is a perfectly logical thing to do (which it totally is). Sally's birthday party has too many people for one round of bumper cars so the Doctor, Theon, and a handful of eight year olds still wait in line as the bumper cars hum to life and the rest of the eight year olds start slamming their bumper cars into each other with surprising viciousness.
what do you mean no warnings? theon is a warning in and of himself
It isn’t that Theon doesn’t want friends. He could desperately use them, but all he’s ever known is how to push others away. The Doctor just seems to be more immune to that than others, so Theon eventually had to agree to join him just to get him to shut up.
“I’ve never driven a car,” he’s quick to point out, gloomily surveying the colorful carts over the heads of Sally and her chums. He’s been slow to warm to this world and its amenities. It all seems so excessive, and that's coming from the man who makes sure to sport a golden kraken on everything he's wearing. He has been a passenger in a car a couple of times by now, but he hasn’t yet found a place that he can’t walk to. More than anything, he just misses riding horses.
“That’s it, then? You just crash into one another?”
happy now???
Hopefully he'll like it. The arcade might be confusing and minigolf...well, might also be confusing in Theon's eyes, but bumper cars? There are very few people who dislike bumper cars. It's smashing and ramming into each other and just having fun. What's not to like? And it's fairly easy to grasp the concept of. Some of the Doctor's other ideas he quickly shot down because there's no use introducing Medieval Land Fun-Time World over here to the concept of video games just yet. You've got to work your way up.
"There's no winning or losing or anything, it's just a bunch of people crashing into each other and trying to make their car hit their friend's car."
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“What’s the point of it all if there's no winner, then?”
He isn’t stupid; he understands the concept perfectly well, but the lack of an objective seems to bother him. For his entire life, he’s been competing for something: his father’s attention, the Starks’ respect, his own identity. The fact that there’s nothing to win or lose, even in a game, is almost foreign to him.
"Even children's games have a winner."
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For a moment, he looks like he's going to go on and on about different children's games, but the Doctor manages to stop himself and give Theon a little shrug. There's a time and place and really, even the Doctor can tell that this isn't it.
"Anyway, the point is to have fun."
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“We’ll see if it lives up to all you’ve made it out to be, then,” he replies curtly, looking irritated as the line moves forward and little Sally and her little chums begin to shriek with excitement.
“Why are you called the Doctor anyway?” The question that launched...at least a couple companions. “That’s a title. You’ve never given your name.”
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"Names can be titles, you know. I've got a good friend who goes by the Master and another good friend who went by the Brigadier." Of course, the Brig had an actual name and the Doctor knows he had an actual name, but for the purpose of this explanation, his name's just the Brigadier, dammit.
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“Going by and being named are two different things,” he points out, too stubborn to let it all go. “My title is Heir to House Greyjoy and the Iron Islands. I don’t use it as my name.”
Never mind that it isn’t nearly as snappy as something like the Master. He peers at the Doctor, eyes narrowed in slight suspicion for a moment. Then he smirks: his trademark.
“Perhaps you claim it to be your name because you're hiding something.”
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It's an honest question, as the Doctor looks over Theon with a confused frown. Come on dude, what's your answer? Because really...he's got no idea what he could be hiding in the first place. Any secrets or anything like that would stay back in his own world, there wouldn't be any need to hide from anything here.
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He genuinely doesn’t know the Doctor well enough to accuse him of anything specific, but his mind often drifts back to Ramsay Bolton, a monster of a man who managed to fool him with a false name and false kindness. Sorry, Doctor, but you’re getting wrapped up in Theon’s guilt here. His expression darkens, because leave it to the Westerosi to bring gloom to an otherwise cheery day.
“They all tend to be hiding something.”
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Because certainly the Doctor's not hiding things, he isn't hiding grief and confusion underneath a deliberately eccentric exterior, not at all, not in the slightest, why would you think that?
By now, the kids are filing out of the bumper cars and a new group, including the Doctor and Theon, starts to file in. "Dibs on a blue one!" the Doctor calls out with childlike excitement, before hurrying over to outrun some small eight year old in order to get the bumper car he wants.