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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[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.