Dreaming Wide Awake [Fourth Wall/Open]

[revenancemods]

Who: Everyone! Current characters, fourth wall characters, whoever wants to show up.
What: The portals are closed. Everyone's in Traverse Town, including a whole bunch of new people. This should be interesting.
Where: Traverse Town
When: Throughout the day
Warnings: Depends on the characters. Expect language at least.

You didn't expect to be here. You really didn't. The technicolor buildings are a surprise, as is the little white flying bear telling you you're in the dream world. He gives you a bag full of what looks to be currency, enough shiny things to create a creature of your own (or so he says), and sends you on your way.

Good luck.

Comments

[allpurposescarf]

"You know, people do that a lot less often than one might think, in my experience. It takes an awful lot of work to brainwash a whole population, and a lot more to manage a proper hivemind. Especially if the population hadn't been telepathic to begin with."

Which is perhaps not terribly comforting, but at least it suggests a general familiarity with the topics at hand.

"And never mind the question, now."

[fromearth]

~That overachieving Cactoid Jim~

You know when an annoying tune just sort of pops into your head?

"Right. Gettin' off track. Point is, where there's trouble, it's my job to fix it. And it seems like there's a whole heap'a trouble around here."

[allpurposescarf]

Not terribly well, no. And in any case, he isn't inclined to pay too much to things that might otherwise prove to be minor annoyances. Not when there's a conversation to be had.

"There might be. If you were inclined to pay attention to that sort of thing."

[fromearth]

"Yeah, I... I think I made it pretty clear, that I'm... who're you, again?"

[allpurposescarf]

"I'm the Doctor."

As names go, it's not really much. But it's what he's always gone by - or at least, what he has for long enough to make it be his default answer. And it works well enough, even if there's been a little contention over the name lately. But that is hardly his fault, even if he'd been the second Doctor to show up.

[fromearth]

Sparks figured it only polite to leave a pause, just in case this Doctor wanted to elaborate, on perhaps further titles, or subjects, or anything at all. The pause stretched. Finally, he cleared his throat.

"Okay then, Doc, I just gotta... make real sure here..." He squinted from the scarf, the misshapen coat, the general cheerily manic look on the man's face. "...You ain't a mad doctor, are you?"

Because literally 95% of the doctors he met were.

[allpurposescarf]

There's no further elaboration here. The Doctor is all the name he's ever needed, and so the silence stretches on until at last Sparks manages to break the silence.

"Oh no, not at all. Really, I'm not even that kind of doctor. Not enough to do anything that you might be worried about, even if I did have it my heart to do so."

Of course, he won't deny that he does make a very good picture of a mad doctor, but he's harmless enough. In fact, he's generally more of a force for good, although he's not always good at making sure that people don't still end up dead. But he does his best, regardless.

[fromearth]

"Ahuh." Unfortunately, seeing as an awful lot of mad doctors would insist upon their being sane and rational while trying to invent a new superdisease, Sparks still held a few reservations.

Still, this Doctor had yet to do anything distinctly suspicious, so Sparks was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt here. "In that case, you mind telling me which kind of doctor you are, for future reference?"

[allpurposescarf]

So they would. But he means what he says, and in any case there's not much of a reason to not continue answering. Especially when there's been enough suspicion leveled at his head across his various lives as it is.

"Oh, the kind who likes to live the life of a wanderer, mostly. And the kind who's generally helpful in a pinch."

[fromearth]

It wasn't as direct an answer as he'd been hoping, but admittedly more than he'd been expecting. With one last vaguely disgruntled look, Sparks shrugged off the remaining questions.

"Well, help's always good to have, pinch or no. Name's Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars."

[allpurposescarf]

Direct is something that he doesn't do very often. But he can manage enough of the relevant answers to at least manage to get people to listen to him. For a certain meaning of listen, but since Sparks doesn't seem to be inclined to level any further accusations at him, he figures it'll work out in the end.

"It's very nice to meet you, then."