RP for Dr. Chase, cause we ain't done it in a long time!

[rude_not_ginger]

Right, so, this was not where the Doctor had planned on spending his afternoon. A hospital? He hated hospitals! (At least this one wasn't on the moon, and he wasn't admitted, yet.)

The Krillitane had to be around here somewhere. He saw it, flitting in and out of the alleyways, before disappearing here. He didn't see its human form, so he couldn't tell where it had gone. Security gave him looks. He had to blend in, find it.

So! John Smith suddenly had stomach cramps (a catch-all illness for one who rarely got ill), and sat in line to wait for the clinic doctor. Hopefully the monster would foul up, walk wrong, and the Doctor could tell where it had gone.

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[dr_robchase]

"Figures?" he echoed, more than incredulous and a bit wounded. "What figures?" But he let John Smith take the syringe out of his hand and was staring, still trying to understand what, exactly, was going on. "Okay? What does a security guard have to do with the world?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"He is not a security guard, he's an extraterrestrial being from..."

He waved his hand dismissively, then ripped the syringe out of its packet, popped off the needle, and filled it with the oil.

"Come on, I'll show you." A pause. "I already said that. Let's go!"

And he bolted from the room.

[dr_robchase]

Which meant that Chase had to follow, if only because Smith had been his patient and darting out into the hall, he was trailing a madman, but he was doing it. He was watching incredulously. "I swear to god, if you cause us a lawsuit..."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Oi, mate!"

The Doctor ran right up next to the security guard, and squirted a few ounces of the oil right into his face. The man screamed, and his skin began to hiss and steam. He ran down the corridor, an inhuman yell emanating from his throat.

The Doctor spun around, a triumphant grin on his face.

"See! I told you!"

[dr_robchase]

Chase still rolled his eyes, following along and glad for the runs he did occasionally on his treadmill to be able to keep up. "Okay, so you're genuinely mad, but not," Chase was drawing conclusions in a hurry, which led to words sticking together. "So he's...what...not of this world?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"He's a Krillitane, they're shape shifters, trying to take over various races. He was in the middle of scouting out the Draconians when I found him, and he ran. Ran here, actually."

The Doctor darted along the corridor, just in time to hear something screach and run up the stairs.

"Is there a faster way to the roof?"

[dr_robchase]

"Stairs or elevator," Chase said, simply, hand on a wall to help him round a corner. "Stairs are fast if you're fast," he offered, watching John Smith as he ran alongside. "The door gets propped open by nurses.'

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Its wing is injured," the Doctor said, "It'll fall before it reaches the top, let's try the lift."

He ran to the elevator, and pushed the button furiously.

"Why do the nurses prop it open? Is that safe?"

[dr_robchase]

"It's a fire hazard," Chase answered, leaning against the wall of the elevator with his hip, arms crossed. "And pushing it like that doesn't make it go faster." It was almost like watching a child in some lights.