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004 ☍ VOICE ( day 181 backdated )

[ There is a crash heard over the communication devices. Followed by several things being knocked off something and the Doctor letting out a surprised yelp. ]

Ow, ow, ow! Don't do that! Never open boxes that you've got no idea the origin of. When am I going to learn that? Pandora and I really should finish that date sometime... [ he mutters to himself and there is a sniff heard followed by some coughing.

Then a pause that lasts a moment.

Two.

Three. ]

Oh. I've always wondered what it would be like to not be able to see in this face. [ There is a bit of curiosity but more annoyance than anything else. ] Right then. Yes, okay--where's the sonic. I know I left it here--[ crash, crash, THUD. ]--Being blind is VERY annoying now!

[ Poor Doctor, he's got no idea that the device is recording. ]

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[ Meg would say all kinds of snarky comments right now if it wasn't for the fact that she's blind too, and it sucks. ]

You wanna hold hands so we don't get lost?

[ Oh okay, not all her flippancy has been lost. ]

Yes, well, if you could find me to begin with. Sounds like you've lost a bit of something too. Certainly not your attitude, though, so that is a plus!

Oh, I'm pretty sure I can find you - sight or no sight. Even if it is annoying as hell.

Oh? What gives you any idea that you'd be able to find me? I'm good at hiding when I need to.

Oh Sugar, I'm an expert at lying low. I know all the tricks to playing hide and go seek.

Which is why you do such an incredibly bad job by talking on the network?

Not in hiding right now. Why would I be hiding?

Not sure. Why would you hide? You're the one who is good at it.

I have my reasons. Luckily those reasons didn't follow me here.

Now that is properly cryptic. And I don't like things that are cryptic!

A girl doesn't like to give away all her secrets away at once. Who knows what kind of trouble that can get her into.

I get the feeling you don't like showing any of your secrets.

What makes you say that, sugar?

Oh, I don't know. Just a thing in my head.

But little ol' me? I'm an open book. [ Even if that contradicts what she's just been saying about secrets. ]

[Fortescue's predicament is a little more vague than the Doctor's, but she does, at least, have the benefit of sight. She's sitting in her room, trying to determine a course of action, when she hears the Doctor's—

Well, crashing is a good word for it. She reaches over, picks up her phone.]

Too late. [Before going home and coming back, she probably wouldn't have opened the box. But lately she's found that she... just doesn't care as much about her own safety as she could.] Are you all right, love? [Those are awfully big crashes.] I mean, other than the obvious.

I did notice that, Fortescue. Yes, thank you. [ He is a bit grumpy face. ]

I'd be better if I hadn't lost my sight. I don't even think anything was in that box. Which is rude. Taunting someone about home is just cruel.

[She gives a fond chuckle, despite the oddity of her own situation.]

Could you see inside, or did it take your vision before you did? There wasn't anything in my box, certainly. [And now, a sound of a box being tossed away.] Even for this place, it's just completely ridiculous.

Took it away before I could inspect the box. I should of done a scan on it first with the sonic. Stupid, stupid Doctor.

Do you think this place is capable of faking a scientific reading? [It's just a tiny, paranoid thought she has, when she hasn't had enough to drink. Like now.] For example, telling you nothing is in a box when something is? I mean, it already bends hallways and creates new ones.

Anyway, the deed's done. No use dwelling on what we could have done. [Maybe if she says that enough times, it will be true. Coming from her, it's not convincing.] Pity we don't have any service dogs around here.

I don't see why it wouldn't be able to. The machine they've got here can change how we see it. Who is to say they can't fake anything about this? [ The Doctor frowns. ] We might be hooked up to machines and these not even be our proper bodies for all we know.

Oh there is always use in dwelling on it. Usually to teach you a lesson. [ Not that he listens. ] I guess I'll need to find myself a service human.

Not very comforting, love. [What is comforting around here? ...Except the friendly pairs of arms and the alcohol. But hey, when does she pass up the ability to tease someone—] You're not going to put some poor bastard in a harness, are you? I'm kinky, but even I'm not that kinky.

What about this place is comforting? I don't ever remember this place being described like that. Especially since I haven't got memory of it, and no one will tell me what I did before hand.

[ The Doctor takes a deep breath. ] What? no! Why would you? They'd be terribly uncomfortable.

Some people find them just so. [She chuckles, mulling on his previous statement, before her tone grows more serious.] It's all a matter of contrast. If you've only got death, or worse, waiting for you, this place isn't so bad, really. Like... a purgatory.

[Is life or death waiting for her back home? She doesn't know. It feels like the latter, most of the time.]

You were in the town before. Not here, exactly. You put together an escape attempt. I helped — so did many others. But we didn't get out, in the end. Obviously.

[Just watch her gloss over the important bits.]

Just so is hardly ever a proper way to describe anything. [ He huffs. ] Purgatory doesn't make it sound better. It just makes it seems like putting off the inevitable. And I should know about that! I've been doing it for centuries.

[ And he has. ]

Obviously. What else?

Well, I could go into proper descriptions, if you'd like to know exactly how tingly fitting into a harness makes them.

[He can't see her smirking, but the smirk is all there in her voice.]

...you put together a machine out of junk. An... accelerator, or something of that nature. [Fortescue's memory is getting a little hazy. That had been right after her arrival, practically. And it was a long time ago, now, counting her foray back home.] It cracked the field holding us in the town. But not for long enough to do anything.

Might as well. It isn't like I can do much else at the moment.

[ Mr. Grumpy Face. ]

[ The Doctor says nothing as he turns it over in his head. ] I doubt that this place has got enough resources for something like that again. Not unless I started to gut it.

[Fortescue is tempted for a few seconds, but ultimately, decides it's best to go on. Not that she wouldn't appreciate the eventual squirming, perhaps, from how detailed she can get... but it'd be funnier in person. Another time, if the Doctor is unlucky.]

Let's not, mm? I don't like what the walls do with the place, but... [She pauses.] I like you best when you're not being... [How to put it tactfully?] Non compos mentis. Besides, this place has a penchant for penalizing escape attempts, and that method failed, before. No need for something worse than boxes.

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