Murphy's Laws (Bella & Patrick)

[The Doctor]

Ah, nothing like a nice relaxing atmosphere where a Time Lord could sit have a pint of ginger beer and simply forget about his troubles. He had a lot of frustrations and troubles these days. The Doctor sipped at his ginger beer. He was never a big fan of regular beer. Just fancied ginger beer. Nothing too special about it, something about the sweet taste and carbon fizz was addicting. That and the sweet colorful jelly babies. Ah nothing beat the wonders of lollies. It sounded Dumbeldoreish or something Willy Wonka might say. The Doctor agreed never the less candy and chocolate were comfort food rather like chips. That was Rose Tyler’s fault she addicted him to the fatting food back when he was big eared and spoke with a Northern accent. Every planet has a north.

Maybe he needed to talk to someone about it. Perhaps that might just be the long awaited cure he was waiting for. The TARDIS was physiologically connected with him. She and he did just about everything together, they made a great team. Team TARDIS: saving the day, the universe, and got back just in time for tea. But she was stuck was the problem. Stuck in time and space and wouldn’t budge. She just wouldn’t go anywhere at all and it wasn’t like he didn’t try everything. The Doctor though it might just be indigestion or a flu. She could be sick but he tampered and tinkered and still nothing happened. The TARDIS was still on top of Jack’s beloved perception filter causing on big headache for Torchwood Three. Yet the Doctor claimed it was legally his spot first as his TARDIS created it first and needed it for charging.

Looking over he noticed a human sitting down. He smiled and went on casually without thinking with his small talk. “Nice night isn’t it? Did you know at 3am you can see comets? Not too good of a view here, boy if I could show you ---- not like I can anymore. I’m stuck here. I guess that’s what you call Murphy’s Law eh?” The Doctor sounded like a mad man, a loony that or very drunk. After all it was a pub.

[girlfrommars]

Walking into the Gatekeeper pub, Arabella looked around. She’d never been to this particular pub and she wanted to see what it was like. The décor was, well, average, but the atmosphere was reasonably friendly. It wasn’t too crowded either. A perfect environment for getting to know the place.

Walking over to the bar she ordered an orange juice. After receiving it, she went to an empty table near the window. It was quite dark outside, with the first stars coming out. The clouds were just wisps, not obstructing the view very much.

While she was thinking, a man in a pinstriped suit walked over. He commented on the night. She considered it. Yes, it was quite nice actually. She hadn’t really looked out to the moon much, but now was as good a time as ever. Comets? No, she’d never seen one of those.

She smiled at his mention of Murphy’s Law. “Ah yes, what can go wrong will go wrong. So you’re a bit of an astronomer with bad luck then?” she replied.

[patrickwinter]

Patrick had been sat in the bar prior to the two new arrivals, he had been prepared with nothing more then his wallet and Bed n Breakfast keys. Hey even private paranormal and conspiracy investigators, or rather as he said to the most travel guide writers needed some tender chill time away from the job.

Besides if any threats where near by they would probably not come into a crowded place, that or bloody well behave themselves. Swirling his pint of Carlsberg extra cold in his hand, he had taken to playing a game of penny poker with some of the locals. The game rules were fair, bets could be no more then one pound a go, and quits at any time.

Patrick knew he was partially cheating, he had not been asking them to respond with every card they got but they did. And of course with every comment came a lie or truth, Pat wondered at times like this if he should quit his job and work like the guys in Hustler did.

Still at the end of the day a bit of fun was only a bit of fun, and he had no intention of hording these winnings. He had set up a system in his own mind that he brought the players rounds with the winnings, plus this had proven more then a good chance to learn the local patterns of body language and speech patterns.

Then it dawned on Pat, dammed he was working on his time off again, why was it so hard for him to just sit in a pub and relax. It was not like he had an old git of a boss making him work overtime; nope he was ‘freelance’. Oh well what could you do about it?

Tomorrow he would get back to his mission in his book of truth; this target was something of an oddity, not in the creature he was tracking but more why it was here. The creature he was tracking he had dubbed a gremlin, mainly because it looked like a mix between something off the gremlins movies and the twilight zone.

Its habits were to feed of static from things such as pylons and left on generators with a high output. The Good news was that these creatures were not usually a problem in general; they would feed and sneak off for some reason unseen to most the world. The problem this time was the location, these creatures would attack if scared or startled by a human or large creatures.

The chances of such an attack in a city were a lot more likely then the common feeding ground of the spaces In-between cities and villages. Pat could only hope what he had seen had that day was a wrong hunch, but a hunch be it right or wrong it needed to be followed up.

Finishing up his last round of poker sat at his perch at the bar, he couldn’t help over hear the man talk about comets and the girl with him adding in. His attentions went more to the man at first, mainly out of what he was doing more then his appearance. This man was not drunk, if anyone could get drunk off Ginger ale well would have health problems. Either did the man seem to be stupid or insane enough to believe what he had just stated as a falsehood. This would had to lead to one of two conclusions to pat, one that the man was lying out of his teeth or two he might be worth Pats time. The lack of a ping made the decision for him, no lie it had to be option two.

Pausing he lifted his drink, leaving his winnings to the new gaming buddies he had acquired for the night... “Is it okay if I join you guys?” Patrick asked The Dr and Bella, it was better to be polite about this. One did attract more flies with honey then vinegar as they said.

[The Doctor]

Standing up he took his cup of ginger beer and followed her down to the table and sat down. He nodded a little at her response. “Sure, I guess you could say that. Oh I’m the Doctor by the way and you are?” His eyebrow rose inquisitively as he asked. The Doctor took up his pint and sipped it looking outside the window. It was a dark night, overcast yet you could still spot Vega. Vega was a star that was a white dwarf. It was the brightest star in the constellation Lyra. It was around twenty-six light years away. That meant it took twenty-six years for observers on the Earth to see it. See he could name all the stars out there. Just point one out and the Doctor would tell you where it was, how far away it was, it’s name and even the constellation. It was all primarily Time Lord knowledge used for navigation and skill.

“Well I guess it’s not too bad, I mean you could see a star or two. Take Vega over there. She’s a white dwarf. Twenty-six light years away. Not too far…. Ever read Contact? Great book, disappointing ending. Anyways that’s not the point. She’s just a wee star in a universe filled with balls of gas, planets, life, all sorts of things. That’s nothing. But she’s a pretty thing up close. Well, lots of stars are. Supernovas are beautiful things to watch. Sad to watch them die but hey, it sometimes causes eventual black holes…. All galaxies have them in the center. Even the Milky Way here. All apart of Mutter’s Spiral.” The Doctor paused as he gulped down some more ginger beer. It rolled down his tongue and he smiled at the dark haired women. He loved meeting people. Besides it kept him on his feet from being sad about the TARDIS not working. Sometimes he would hang out in the pub and just talk to people. It made him feel loved. That or he would just hang out in the TARDIS or down below the city in Jack’s paradise of Torchwood.

He wasn’t lying. He really could travel in space and time. For crying out loud he was the Doctor, a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey. That meant something to some people; to others he was just neglected and forgotten. Not that he really minded because he kept the Earth under his watch and safe. If nobody did it, Humans might not be here today. They might all be gone because of all the unpredicted attacks of the planet. The Slithveen, the Cybemen, the Daleks, the Autrons, the list went on. A man came over to the table and asked if he could join them. “The more the merrier as they say. Though I dunno who or what they are. But hey, it’s all good right? No Dalkes around here. Everything is just how it should be at the moment.” He beamed and gulped down the rest of his ginger beer. Standing up he went back to the bar and got another pint. Coming back he remembered a Physics joke that he read somewhere--or did someone tell him? No matter. “Ooooh good Physics joke. So a neutron walks into a pub, and asks the Barmen ‘how much for a beer?’ The Barman says, ‘for you no charge.’ Get it? Neutrons have no charge!” Human jokes were the best.

[patrickwinter]

(who's turn is it to post here?)

[The Doctor]

(me, Bella, you)

[patrickwinter]

(cool)

[girlfrommars]

~*~Sorry for taking so long. But I finally did it =]~*~

Oh I’m the Doctor by the way and you are?

Arabella answered the Doctor’s question. “I’m Arabella.”

She listened to his spiel about the star Vega. He seemed the sort of man who was completely engrossed in his work, and his work also become his hobby. It was something that wasn’t good for most people, but then again, the whole work is your hobby thing really worked for some people. She smiled back after his explanation.

A man came over to their table and asked if he could join.

The more the merrier as they say.

She agreed. Meeting people was a nice way to spend an evening. She introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Arabella. This is my new acquaintance the Doctor,” she said motioning to the Doctor. The man sat down just as the Doctor got up to get another drink. She smiled at the Doctor's joke, but not really understanding it. She was never really one for chemistry or physics. Nor biology. As her science teacher has said in high school, psychology was a ‘fake’ science compared to chemistry. The again, he was a chemistry teacher…

Turning her attention back to the man, she asked “And who might you be?”

[The Doctor]

“Arabella,” he repeated letting it roll off his tongue. It sounded nice; he liked the name and let it ring in his mind for a while. Arabella. Pretty, not too long nor too short. It had a good size of letters stung together forming it. The Time Lord grinned and was content she didn’t ask the basic question, ‘Doctor who?’ See all he had was the title if he was in a really good mood, which normally he was he would go on to say John Smith or something on those lines. Yet tonight he was lucky for once and got to keep his title just simple. The Doctor. He didn’t have a name, once he did but he lost that right. It was so long ago when it happened now he was simply the Doctor.

Beaming brightly he nodded. He was the Doctor and always would be until he one day perished and became a ball of energy drifting in space. “Arabella you must be physic or something cos I was just about to ask the exact same question.” As he was because he liked doing how-do-you-dos, getting to know people and every little thing about them. Humans could be so predictable sometimes. He really liked being kept on his toes yet it wasn’t always the case with them. Now Dalkes on the other hand they kept him up on his heels. Sneaky little cylinders of metal they were.

As a second thought he added, “Well actually Humans are naturally enabled with some physic abilities. That’s why you have things like fortune tellers and déjà vous—yet those can also be explained with things such as parallel universes. There essentially glimpse into other options you could have made in your time stream. Its how the universe works in a very basic nutshell as you have things such as space-time, various additional dimensions and such but you get the gist. Now, there are other spices that have higher physic abilities. You would be surprised just how much Dolphins know. Adams had the right idea about them. Great man, met him once. Met a lot of cool people. Christy, Dickens, Newton, Franklin, Shakespeare …..” The Time Lord trailed off into his thoughts. He already said enough hints at the real truth of him being a traveler in time and space. If you were listening all the clues were right there in black and white.

((Xear--Patty boy might be able to cacth on around now...))

[patrickwinter]

Patrick choked for a second, if it wasn’t for a strong mental resistance to showing his true self he would of done this in the flesh. But how did this man know what he was talking about, and who did he work for. Both questions would need answering in sake of his own curiosity at the least, keeping a face he kept calm as a cucumber. Taking a sip from his pint “So Doc” he asked in a polite manner “You write fiction?” he asked politely. There was a point to this question, more in how the good Dr answered his query.