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[ OLD CHARACTER POSTS. Mike Chilton | Chuck ]

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The Doctor (11th) || Doctor Who

[crossmyhearts]

this got a little big oops

[recurred]

((prompt is um the beginning of a typical adventure. we'll make the adventure up as we go, but let's start with the pick up))

[wednessday, it's wednesday again. any random wednesday for him, but a consecutive one for her. waiting for him a bit more confidently now since they've been to Hedgewick's, but of course when that question comes to 'where do you want to go' she'll have not a damn clue what to say. but now she's the boss, she knows it and can't let him take it away again]

[so instead of pacing around, ol clara is leaning against the side of the door, checking her watch repeatedly as she listens for that godawful TARDIS noise to fill the air]

i am definitely not late at all

[crossmyhearts]

[any other wednesday. right! just as he told her. the TARDIS just seemed keen on landing a bit farther away than he meant it to.]

[if clara is hoping to hear that beautiful sound of his ship landing, she is in no luck. she does, however, get the privilege of seeing him hopping and wobbling his way across a garden, nearly into a bush, tiny spin to his heel before he runs across the street and stops right in front of the house.]

Wednesday! It is Wednesday, right? Of course it is, you were obviously waiting for me. Hello! Ready to go? Come on, then!

better late than never

[recurred]

[ten more minutes, and angie might make some comment about her getting stood up, but there he is]

[quietly judging him. not really. as she pushes herself off the frame and bounds down the porch to meet him]

Where's the ship? [is she on first name basis with it. it feels weird, dont make her. did you mispark it]

[crossmyhearts]

[ponders the question, then waves distractedly to somewhere over his shoulder]

Somewhere over... there, in that general direction. There'll be a bit of walking, but you don't mind that, do you? It'll give you the chance to think of what do you want to do today, which brings me to my next question: Where do you want to go? Or... when, that's a fair question too, in this case.

[recurred]

[looks towards where he waved before starting to walk]

[and no miss bossypants doesnt know where to go yet but she'll never admit it]

Don't you ever get sick of travelling through the Earth's timeline? What about other planets, other..species.

[crossmyhearts]

[oh she's walking. that was fast. turning around and skipping over until he catches up to her.]

Now, when I say 'where' I do mean anywhere, even other planets. Have I not taken you to places far off, out there... [rounding her shoulders with one arm, and gesturing at the sky with his other hand.] I mean, literally anywhere. All the lady must do is ask.

[assuming she knows other planets' names of course.]

PORTHOS COME OUT

[seau]

["You should pack an overnight bag," was the only warning Athos gave the day before after inviting Porthos and Aramis over for dinner at his house.

They had been working together for some time now, it was entirely normal to entertain coworkers in his expansive house. After all, when the 99th precinct threw its annual 4th of July party, he offered his home without question. Still, this was the first time he had ever invited less than five people into his abode since Anne died. She wanted this house and all its trappings, the pool and the stables and the acres of yard. Without her, it got lonely with only the dogs and the cat and the horses and the fully-stocked wine cellar.

But as he prepares a small feast in the open kitchen, he wonders how nice it will be to have company he trusts over, even though it's entirely to raw of territory to be entirely comfortable with. The house was big enough that if they destroyed a part of it out of some secret spite he never saw before, the rest will survive quite easily. It's with that cheery thought that he glanced up from his meticulous preparations at the sound of the doorbell. Ah, one of them was here. He turned down the burner and wiped his hands on a towel before making the journey through the foyer to the front door.

With a hint of a smile, he pulled the door open,] I see you found your way after all.

THROWS

[afreeman]

[Porthos didn't even give it a second thought when Athos told him to pack a bag. He shrugged and did it anyway because what the hell, right? Athos' house is absolutely enormous and literally out of one of those fancy decoration magazines. Even after the few times he'd gone over for the parties he still has a hard time believing that place is even real. He's pretty sure the entrance hallway is four times the size of his whole apartment.

So with backpack over his shoulders, he rides his bike up to the remote location. At some point he actually thinks he got lost, but he catches a glimpse of the house, lights on, and continues down the roads until he's rolling to a halt in front of the doorway.

He still stands there, staring up at the house for a while in dumbstruck awe, before he rings the doorbell, eyes glancing over the neatly trimmed plants beneath the windows while he waits.]

I was starting to think I got it wrong. [He answers with a smile when the door opens, arching an eyebrow at Athos.] Sometimes I have a hard time believing you actually do have a bigass house.

SURPRISE TACKLES

[philogyny]

[Aramis keeps a duffle with a change of clothes in the back of his car anyway, just in case, so Athos' text message didn't alter his plans at all. (Hey, you never know when you need to change your clothes, especially in their line of work. You can get pretty dirty, running around the city all day, and more than once, Aramis has spent the night at the precinct, sleeping on his desk.)

When he pulls into the huge circular drive in front of Athos' huge, ridiculous mansion, he can see Porthos' equally ridiculous bike already parked and ready, which means he's the last to arrive. He doesn't care, he likes to make an entrance, and arriving last is the easiest way to do that.

He's been to Athos' ridiculous mansion a few times already, for precinct parties and the like, and he's learned not to question him about it. The one time he did, his already reticent friend got even quieter, and had a haunted look in his eyes as he told him that his deceased wife had wanted a big house, and he just hadn't the heart to sell it and move to someplace smaller. Ever since then, Aramis has decided never, ever, to bring it up. No matter how much he wants to.

He doesn't bother ringing the bell, just opens the door and strides right in.]

Okay, I'm here, we can get this party started!

EYYYYYYY

[seau]

[Athos would certainly argue that it looks much bigger without anyone else in it, but it's remarkable how many bodies can fit when the occasion calls for it. By himself, it's entirely too large and everything echoes too loud, but he doesn't have to think about that tonight. Just as he's about to close the door behind Porthos, he hears the second rumbling of another vehicle coming up the road. That must be Aramis, then. They're both quite punctual, really. And of course Aramis doesn't knock, Athos would never expect him to. He simply smiles back at the additional company before glancing over to Porthos with a dimmer, far off version of the one he just gave Aramis.]

Yes, I've heard that before. [Still he beckons them to follow him as he makes his way back across the foyer to the expansive kitchen.] I hope you both came hungry. Seems I've prepared too much.

[That part's not unusual either. It's been a while since he's had another mouth to feed in the house, but he always quietly hopes there will be one, despite never inviting anyone outside of the parties. That is, until this night.]

[afreeman]

[His eyes roll ever so slightly at Aramis' grand entrance, though he hardly commits to it as he shoots an amused grin his way. Leave it to his partner to make the party all about him - though to be perfectly honest, he's probably right. But Porthos will skip on feeding his ego.

His stomach grumbles at the mention of food, and he follows after Athos as he shrugs off both his backpack and jacket, dropping them together on a corner somewhere.]

Give us the food, we'll see if it's too much.

[philogyny]

[Porthos should continue to feed his ego, Aramis' ego needs constant tender care and maintenance. He's a delicate little flower, and Porthos should be nice to him, yes.

He dumps his duffel on the floor of the hallway and immediately ducks down to greet Athos' dogs, his two favorite creatures, laughing as the pitbull leaps into the air to try and lick his face.] I think your dogs like me better than you do, man. [He grins up at Athos and Porthos both, then finally stands after a few more ear-scratches.

The promise of food is enough to make him abandon the puppies, no matter how cute they are.] Don't worry, I think we can manage to eat you out of house and home.

[blandishment]

((cont. from here!))


[ Anders doesn't need to be told much of anything when it comes to this. You could call it his area of expertise, even, and if Blaine's flirting techniques aren't the best it really doesn't matter, since Anders likes to run the show anyway, to take the lead if you will.

Feelings, though, he doesn't do that. Especially not when he's come to the States for a week-long stay, and in a couple of days he'll be going back to Kiwiland. And this, it's just the kind of fun and distraction he'd been hoping for even before getting here. Nothing like a good shag or two to keep his spirits up.

He followed that suggestion, of course, and took a hot shower, and just as he's stepping out of the tub there's the knocking of the door. So he makes his way there, patting himself down only slightly on the way, then slinging the towel over his shoulder as he peeks through the peephole.

Then, with a smile and no shame whatsoever, he opens the door. ] Hi. Oh, right--

[ He grabs the towel from his shoulder and throws it to the ground. ] Forgo the towel.

hilarious. i was about to move it to mine! great minds

[warbles]

[ Blaine's new to everything and where everything had started as mutual exploration - say, with Kurt - it's evolved since getting out of Ohio. Kurt's in the past and Anders - well, Anders isn't his future, just his present. Anders had him the minute he opened up his mouth. Blaine might not be a one night stand type, but the New Zealand accent cements the possibility. He knows Anders won't be here long and that might be the only reason he up and returns the next day.

That and the semi-rude first text Anders had sent out.

He hopes it hadn't been a mass-text.

Anders makes good on his promise, if in a theatrical way. It elicits a blush, followed closely by a laugh. His eyes go from the towel up Anders' body, unable to take some extra time crotch level before meeting his eyes once again. ]

You take direction well. Hey.

haha indeed!

[blandishment]

[ Not at all mindful of the laughter, because he knows Blaine's not laughing at him, so much as at the whole situation. Maybe he didn't expect a welcome quite this straightforward, but then again Anders does like the surprise factor, and he tends to be the one to insert it into the situation himself, as is the case right now.

He waits until Blaine's inside, then closes the door, turning around to face him, smirk sly across his lips. ]

Ah, but now I'm feeling terribly underdressed.

[ To go with his words, he steps closer, reaching for his jacket and tugging him closer, slowly undoing the buttons one by one. ]

[warbles]

[ Blaine has to make an effort to keep eye contact. Anders being completely naked is distracting. Looking up at Anders, he doesn't fight those hands unbuttoning his peacoat, pulling one arm and then another out of it. He assumes Anders will either hang it up or drop it to the side. (Please hang it up.) ]

I hate being overdressed. [ He doesn't. He lives overdressed. ] I missed the dress code last night.

[blandishment]

[ Well, he did answer the door naked for a reason. If Blaine wasn't feeling distracted by the sight right now then he wouldn't be doing it right. As it is, Anders all but outright invites him to keep looking at him, his smile most meaningful as his eyes too move up to his face, then down to where his hands slip under the open jacket. ]

A tragedy, but it can be remedied. As soon as we fix any dress code malfunctions right now. [ Sorry, but no dice. The coat just gets dropped to the ground in an almost dismissive manner, then Anders goes on to the next piece of clothing, this time leaning a little closer to press a light kiss on his lips. ]

[warbles]

Lucky I have you here with me. [ He ignores the anal retentive side of his personality. The jacket. It's fine. The floor isn't that dirty. It's a nice hotel room.

He takes the kiss, raising his arms up so Anderson can lift Blaine's shirt over his head. He's nothing if not helpful in these situations. He's also not timid, not really. He had his night to get to know this guy, to tip-toe around him. Now, he's confident. Confident enough to deepen that kiss and press Anders against the door (despite having to end it seconds later, his shirt does have to come off.) ]

[hyperkinesia]

((cont. from here!))


[ He doesn't get cold feet, no. Still, that doesn't mean he's not a little nervous about the whole thing, and admittedly unsure, but just like he'd told her, he sends her a quick text when he actually manages to calm himself down to a point in which he won't overthink this. Or tries to, at least.

The door feels a little too solid when he's physically standing right in front of it, and he freezes there for a few good minutes, still in the same clothes he had in the morning, his hair pretty much the same mess of curls as when he left to come here. For a moment he wonders if he should have fixed himself up a little - is that something people do? - then he's concerned that maybe he should've bought condoms - doesn't feel right of him to just assume she would have them, or that they would even be his size.

But it's a little too late to be thinking about that now. He's told her he was on his way a while ago, not to mention that knowing Natasha, she probably already knows he's been standing right outside the door for minutes now. So he shakes the worries from his head, raises a hand and rings the doorbell. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ She might have been aware of how long he hung outside her door, but she doesn't comment on it when she opens the door, because however long he needed, he's still gotten farther than any previous flirtation she's indulged with him. Still, she's prompt in answering the doorbell, just so she doesn't give him too much time to second-guess himself.

She's just dressed in simple jeans and a soft cotton tank, her hair gathered back off her face in a ponytail. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest as she gives him a crooked smile. ]

Hey.

[hyperkinesia]

[ It shouldn't really be startling to anyone for a door to open when the bell is rung, and still he looks a little surprised when it does open. He returns her smile soon after, though it's visibly contained, almost timid, and undeniably anxious. ]

Ah, I... [ He's not even sure where he was going with that, so after a moment he closes his mouth again, nodding and lowering his head, eyes diverting from hers. ] Hi.

[widows_kiss]

Hi. [ Her smile deepens a hint at his timid answer and she pushes the door open to invite him in, motioning him inside. ]

Come on in. I wasn't sure you'd show.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Once the door's open and she makes some room for him, he walks inside, huffing a light chuckle at her words as he turns around to look at her. ]

You know what, neither was I. For a while there.

[widows_kiss]

But you did anyway.

[ It's a statement, but there's a hint of a question lingering there well as she holds a hand out to him, patient in invitation. ]