RP for girl_ofsecrets...arrested in New York

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Right, well, after calling Claire to let her know where to find him, the Doctor leaned back in his cell and grinned at the guard. The guard looked away quickly and walked off.

Well, there were worse situations to be in. Destruction of private property wasn't so bad. It wasn't as if he'd meant to land the TARDIS on that police car, he just materialized wrong and it fell.

And then the police seemed to think he was "suspicious" and "weird". He wasn't that weird! He had no idea why people kept thinking he was. But then they locked him in this cell with this cot that was completely uncomfortable. And telling them that the Draconians had better accommodations for prisoners was not the best idea in the universe, either.

He hoped Claire would show up soon. His back was starting to get sore from sitting on this bed.

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Claire was sitting on her bed when her phone went off again, letting her know she had a message. She had been ignoring it but now she grabbed her phone, flipping it open before dialing the number to get into her mail box. As message after message played, she started to giggle until at the very end she was nearly in tears from the laughter.

Rubbing her side, she rolled off the bed and grabbed her purse as well as a jacket. She figured out which cop station he had to have been taken to if he had been anywhere near Times Square or at least that was where she would check first. Tugging her jacket on, she called out to Adam and Peter, letting them know that she was heading out before she left.

When she got to the cop station, she found someone eventually who took her downstairs after she explained that she had an friend who was suffering from dementia and he had walked out of the house when she wasn't looking. Who was she? She was a friend of the family who was helping to look after him when she had the free time.

They brought her to his cell before moving back. Walking up to the bars, she smirked a little, "Doc, are you okay?" She curled her fingers around the bars, watching him as he looked rather uncomfortable on the bed.

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Claire? Claire! The Doctor hopped off the bed---wincing only slightly at the twinge in his back---and rushed over to the bars.

"It wasn't my fault," he promised, leaning towards the bars to whisper the words. "Misdirection with the TARDIS. Glad you got my message, though. You know they only give you one phone call? One! If I had a Venusian lawyer I'd need at least four to talk to all of its heads."

Dementia? Well, if the guards weren't sure before...

"Sorry. For bringing you out here like this."

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Claire smiled more as he rushed over to her and she tilted her head, giggling softly. If she didn't believe before that she had to have one of the strangest lives, she certainly did now. Or at least that she had some very interesting friends. "See, you're lucky, I only have one head."

Turning a bit, she smiled at the guards, "Look, I'm sorry that he caused so much trouble but can you release him? I need to get him back so I can get him his medication. If he doesn't have it, he'll get really out of it and then he'll get sick."

"Seriously, it can get gross." She nodded, giving them a wide eyed look as she hoped that they would buy it.

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"Yeah, it's not pretty. And I had a banana milkshake earlier so it'll probably be yellow and----"

There was a buzz over the radio, then the guard opened the door and handed him his jacket, psychic paper, and screwdriver.

"Brilliant! Careful with that, Janis Joplin gave me that coat."

He took Claire's hand---after all, she was supposed to be taking care of him---and started out of the precinct.

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Claire wrinkled her nose as the Doctor started to paint an image of what he had and what it would look like if he got sick. "I would like to be spared of that, I hate bananas. That's totally why you snuck off, wasn't it?" She gives him a little look.

Taking his hand, she walked with him as they went back upstairs and started out of the precinct. Giggling softly, she glanced back over her shoulder and then looked up at him, "I'm sorry I had to paint you as crazy." She whispered.

"Are you doing okay though? They didn't hurt or anything, did they?"

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"Oooooh, roughed me up a bit," he said, glancing back over his shoulder. "But I'm an alien in New York. Can't expect much more than that. And do you hear a British accent? Apparently people hear a British accent. Odd, that. Should work on something more American while I'm here."

He practiced a few words (mostly 'banana' and 'doctor') with an American accent, then gave up.

"The real problem now is getting back to the TARDIS. They've got it in lockup as evidence. Since I can't prove it's mine, I'll have to think of something." He grinned at Claire. "But I've got ways. And how are you?"

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"Very badly?" She worried a moment and then she chuckled, "Well, they probably didn't believe you were an alien. But yes, you do have a British accent." Then she caught on, "Oh, if you said you were an alien at all, they would have thought that you meant you moved to this country illegally."

As he practiced a few words, she giggled a little.

"I'm doing a lot better than you." She nodded her head, "Just been doing a little of this and a little of that, looking forward to ice cream." Motions down a street, "There is a little ice cream shop not far from here."

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"Maybe that explains the INS documents they kept trying to get me to fill out. Well, I wouldn't sign anything without my lawyer. Considering my lawyer's in 2344, that'll be awfully difficult for them."

The Doctor was quite pleased with himself. Oh, and ice cream! Ever seen a 900-year-old Time Lord bounce in anticipation? Well, brace for bounceage.

"Oh, brilliant! Now, strawberry cheesecake in ice cream? That's two great tastes that most probably taste great together!"


OOC: I'm so sorry for the long delay!

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"Yes, that would explain it. They would have tried shipping you off somewhere." She laughed, then glanced at him, "The lawyer from Venus?" She was trying to keep up.

She watched him bounce, amused by it. She didn't mind the hyper, it was fun! Especially if it was a 900-year-old Time Lord.

"Yes, strawberry cheesecake in ice cream. It has to be the best thing ever!" She nodded, leading him to the ice cream shop and inside as she smiled at him, "Seriously, I want to eat it every day." She chuckled as she moved to the counter.

OOC: No problem!

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"Well, if they infused it with enough proteins and vitamins, I don't think it would be too terrible as a meal substitute. But every day might get dull. Have to have variety, it's the spice of some sort of dish that is equivalent to life---I think, I've never quite got that saying."

The Doctor stood on his tiptoes and looked over the counter at the array of toppings, ice creams, and cones. So much variety. He had no idea where to start. Should he get a cake cone? A waffle cone? Dipped in chocolate? So many choices!

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"Well, that's the point of the different flavors of ice cream, then you could have something different every day. If they infused it with proteins and vitamins, I'd eat ice cream all the time. Or cupcakes...or waffles." She thought about it for a moment before chuckling, "There are a lot of sayings that I don't get. Wait, do you mean variety is the spice of life?"

Standing at the counter, she looked at the menu and then glanced over at him, "I usually get it in the waffle bowl with sprinkles." She nodded, not sure if that would help him or not.

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At her words, the Doctor's eyes got a little wide. "With sprinkles on the bowl? Oh, yes." He turned to the man behind the counter. "And strawberry cheesecake ice cream. And a banana. No, just a banana. Not in the ice cream."

He bounced a little in place, which made the man behind the counter nervous as he handed him a bowl chock-full of sugar.

"Thank you!"

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Claire lifted her brows a little bit and she started to giggle a little as she watched the Doctor get rather excited about the idea of sprinkles. She wondered if it was really a good idea to give him more sugar but she wasn't sure that she could tell him no. When he ordered the banana, she blinked and then chuckled before ordering herself a waffle bowl of strawberry shortcake ice cream with sprinkles. No banana.

After they got their ice cream, she paid for them both and then lead him to a table. Sliding into one side, she smiled over at him as she waited for him to take his first bite.

"So what do you think?"

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As they headed to the table the Doctor swiped a little of the ice cream with his forefinger and licked it off. Delicious? Delicious!

He grinned madly. "Oh, this is wonderful. And healthy! Strawberries, banana, cake...well, not the cake, but there's no harm in indulging a little. Especially because we can't eat it every day."

He took a few happy bites of ice cream. "So! What's new in this era? Besides the cots in jail cells, that is."

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Smiling as she dug into her treat, she scooped some up onto her spoon and took a bite. She loved her ice cream, she always had and it was one of her weaknesses. "Are you sure that we can't? Because I would eat ice cream every day."

"Uh, I guess a lot?" She asked with a little blink and then she chuckled, "What era were you last familiar with?"

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"Well, I haven't been to the New York area since...um...1965, I think was the last linear time I was here. I was actually here in the teens about four years ago. But that's a bouncing-about in time."

It was rather freeing, being able to just talk about time travel again. He'd been companionless for so long now he was beginning to forget what it was like to have real interactions that didn't involve running.

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"Wow." She blinked a little bit as she tilted her head to the side, thinking, "A lot has changed, honestly. I wouldn't even really know where to start. How about you ask me questions and then I can try to give you the answers?" She smiled as she took another bite of her ice cream.

It was weird to hear about time travel but not so unusual since she was used to talking to Hiro about this sort of thing though she managed how the Doctor traveled was very different from how the Doctor did it.

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Cue blather.

"Well, most of the buildings are still around, the ones that aren't I know about. I've completely lost track of baseball, but it's like a less complicated version of cricket, so I'll stick to that. Hmmm. What sort of things do you ask about a city you haven't been to in forty years? How's the crime rate? No, that question sounds depressing. How's the fashion? Silly. How're the plays? No, I can't care. What's important in this city to you?"

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Well, now she knew why she got along with him. It was amusing when he started to blather.

"Well, I don't really follow baseball, football was more sort of my thing but that was because I was a cheerleader in high school. So you can't really ask me about baseball or cricket. Crime rate sounds like it's high. I wear what I find is comfortable, I haven't been to a play yet and New York is important to me because my birth family is here."

Looks like she didn't have a problem keeping up, she just didn't have all the answers.

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"You've never been to a play, really?" The Doctor gestured a little with his spoon. "You should go! Artistic capital of America, or something like that. Certainly better than Los Angeles when it comes to stage art. Personally, I think nothing quite beats an opera in Italy. Been too long since I've been to an opera, actually..."

He liked being able to blather with Claire. Not often someone could keep up and understand him.

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"I want to go to a play but I've been fairly sheltered in some ways." And in some ways, she was exposed to so much by a young age. Well, especially in the last year or so. "I should buy tickets, go to one. Maybe I'll make it my new hobby, I need to get out way more than I actually do which is really never. I mean, I spend a lot of time with Hiro and some people here but we don't do much."

It was definitely a nice change of pace.

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He took a few more bites of ice cream and talked around his food. Yeah, a little rude there, Doctor.

"Well, if you decide to go and I'm in your neck of the universe, I'll tag along. Been a while since I've seen Madame Butterfly. Still my favorite, Puccini's brilliant. Was. Is. Depends on where you are."

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Claire was kind enough not to say anything to him at the moment, instead she looked at her food and remembered to swallow her ice cream before she would talk again.

"That would be a lot of fun." She smiled warmly, "I've always wanted to see Madame Butterfly." A slight nod, "I want to see Rent too though it might be done now, I don't know."