revenance_rpg | This is what's wrong with you, Fraser.

Who: Benton Fraser (

lickedthat) and you; please consider this an open post for anyone not participating in the boss battles.
What: He's not armed -- after all, he hasn't been able to find out what the local weapons laws are yet -- but he can still help get other noncombatants to safety before they find themselves in the line of danger.
When: After this post until the boss battles reach full swing.
Where: Around Traverse Town.
Warnings: PG/none expected!

Fraser frowned, coming to a stop at the cobbled corner of a building, and sniffed the air. He might not have learned this city's characteristic odors yet, but there was something in the air like a hint of ozone -- like the threat of lightning no closer than the horizon.

Also rotting vegetables, sawdust and a hint of pine sap from the crates piled in the alleyway, a touch of algal contamination in a gutter and the fading scent of crowded humanity. Most of them, he supposed, had found refuge in their own homes. The others out now were either seeking the creatures themselves, lost without safe harbor, or had simply missed the announcement; and although option number one was composed of those who could largely take care of themselves, two and three might need assistance finding their way inside.

At least, thanks to Jack, he knew his way through the city properly now.

He turned the corner, picking up the pace.

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"Come on River, let's go." Donna said to her Pricklemane, who proceeded to jump up onto her shoulder. "We should get out of the way before things go crazy." She glanced behind her, as if watching for something as she hurried along towards her apartment. She didn't want to be out when those huge Nightmares showed up. The Pricklemane squeaked in her ear, as an affirmative.

But then she freaked out, jumping off of Donna's shoulder and hopping over to someone who had just turned the corner, putting herself between him and her person.

"Oh, hello." Donna said, before looking down at River. "You can calm down a bit, he's fine."

Fraser's Meow Wow scampered in front of his feet, grumbling in response to the Pricklemane's threat. He cleared his throat and touched the brim of his hat.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. May I ask, er--" She didn't look like a warrior, but he couldn't quite pin down her profession (typist? That wrist angle--) and he wouldn't bet on his own ability to identify magicians in any case. He opted for politeness. "If you would rather not encounter any of those creatures, do you have someplace to stay? I'm afraid they might pop up at any moment."

"Oi." She said, before trying to call River back to her side. "He's one of us, not a nightmare." She shook her head. This was why she called the spirit River. After River Song, that slightly protective woman from the Library.

"That's where I'm headed, my commandeered apartment is that way." She gestured in the general direction of where she and the Doctor had claimed a couple of rooms. "You heading towards the fights? Or staying out of it?"

"Good," Fraser said, relaxing. That was one less to worry about. "I'm not carrying a sidearm, but I can at least direct my fellow newcomers towards the hotel if they prefer to avoid combat. -- Of course, if they should prove to need assistance in the battles, I'll do my best."

Trudeau frolicked back towards his feet, unconcerned now that the other Spirit had given up its threat.

"Benton Fraser, RCMP," he added, and touched the brim of his hat politely. "Pleased to meet you."

"Well, a sidearm may not be needed." She pointed to the spirit currently bouncing around her feet. "They work just as well." She smiled, nodding at him.

"Donna Noble, current traveler." She didn't know if that would make much sense, but it would work. "Please to meet you too. You new?"

"I don't doubt his spirit, but I wouldn't like to try him beyond his capacity," Benton admitted, glancing down at the roly-poly blue dog. Cat? Creature. "I am indeed new. As are many of us these past few days, it seems. I was just in the process of returning to Chicago..."

Would she know the city? He hesitated, glancing to her for her reaction. She might look human, but he wasn't sure if that meant she was from Earth.

"Chicago? From across the pond then." Donna mused for a second. Seemed like the came from the same place...somewhat. "Chiswick, London." She said, with a gesture towards herself. She paused for a second.

"This is going to sound like a strange question, but what year was it?"

"Nineteen ninety-six," Fraser said, shooting her a glance. "Do you often get different answers, Donna?"

"Considering last I checked, it was two thousand eight." She said, raising an eyebrow. "You might be surprised at what answers I get."

"I'm surprised," he admitted. Twelve years in the future! The next millennium. "I, er. I hope the world is still... spinning on."

"Well, I'm still living on it, so it's still around and spinning." Let's not tell the nice man about what could be happening right now. It might give him a heart attack or something.

"Well, that's, that's a very good thing to hear."

Fraser glanced around the street. "... I do enjoy the conversation, but we should keep moving. I'm not sure exactly where those monsters might be concealing themselves. Shall we?"

Donna glanced around, none of the big Nightmares had showed up where they were, but she didn't want to chance fate.

"Good point." She pointed in the direction she had been walking. "My place is this way. Heading that direction?"

"I can see you there safe," Fraser offered. "Come, Trudeau -- Trudeau."

The Meow Wow glanced up from the corner of a box it had been snuffling at and bounced back toward him. He frowned at it.

"The first time, Trudeau. And you're not even deaf!"

"Thank you." She said, making a motion to River for her to follow. Then she laughed. "It seems you got a fairly stubborn spirit there."

"I'm afraid it seems to be just my luck," Fraser admitted, falling in next to Donna. He glanced up at a noise from above, but it was nothing more than a stray cat skittering over the roof tiles. "My companion Diefenbaker isn't here -- although of course he dreams, I can't speculate on exactly what a wolf's dreams are -- but there are certain similarities."

This is what's wrong with you, Fraser.

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