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[artisticprophet]

[Sneaking away with a pen. Shhhhhh]

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[technicolorcoat]

[ The Doctor isn't paying this walking pen any mind at all, not until he finds the urge to write something! With a hand reaching over to where his trusty pen is, The Doctor finds himself coming up empty handed or pen less. ]


Mmmm. Something most strange is happening here! [ He turns his head around to where the pen once was, and he hmps. ] And, I'm very sure; I put my finest pen down right here!

[ He's yet to notice Six and his sneaking. ]

[artisticprophet]

[Three feet away from the mouse hole is a long ways away when you're only six inches tall.


Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

[technicolorcoat]

[ He stands up to look around to see if he may have dropped the pen to the floor. The Doctor looks all over the place until he spots something moving on the TARDIS floor.

It looks like his pen and it is on the move. However, he does not see Six. The Doctor slowly makes his way over to where the pen is. ] Aaah, hah, I've got you!

And I really do need to find out how a bug or a mouse found themselves on board. I really don't need to introduce neither to the effects of time travel. Then again, perhaps, it would prove to be nice to find out what happens to lesser life forms. [ He muses aloud to himself, as he continues to walk to where the pen is. ]

[artisticprophet]

[OH MAN. HE'S COMING. HE'S GOT LEGS. HE SAW.

And Six sprints for the hole, dragging the pen as fast as he can with him, panicking the whole way there]

[technicolorcoat]

[ The Doctor crinkles his nose, and he goes to follow the quick moving pen. Did his pen somehow gain sentience? His world is a strange one! ]

Now stop right there! [ The Doctor orders. ] What kind of universe is this when a pen decides it no longer wishes to be used as a pen?!

[artisticprophet]

[Time to employ zig zags.

He feints left, and then dodges right.

Just one more foot to go!]

[technicolorcoat]

[ The Doctor's got a long stride, so instead of going the zigzag he goes for the direct approach.

It just takes one long step for him to put an orange spat in front of that mouse hole. There are of course more places for one to hide if they don't wish to get caught. ]

I'd advise that you stop this insistent!

[artisticprophet]

[ABANDON SHIP.

Six tosses the pen and panics, running for the nearest available cover]

No no no no no no!

[technicolorcoat]

[ The Doctor's drawing room's full of things to hide in, and he's not exactly tidy.

His attention diverts itself from the pen on the floor, and to whatever that was that's speaking. The Doctor kneels down to try and investigates. ]

And just who are you?

[artisticprophet]

[This does not stop Six from being terrified. He huddles behind a tower of books, drawing his knees to his chest]

G-g.... go away.

[technicolorcoat]

[ The Doctor kneels down to the ground, but he doesn't move from his spot. He reaches his hand out for the pen, and he holds it out to coax Six out from the pile of old books. ]

You want this don't you. [ The Doctor waggles the pen in the air. ] I promise I won't cause you any harm.

[artisticprophet]

[The six inch tall creature peeks his head out from behind the books, staring at both the pen and the Doctor with apertures as wide as they can go, fussing with the key around his neck]

... It's scary. No.

[technicolorcoat]

[ The Doctor continues to hold the pen out for Six. And with a sincere smile on his face, he introduces himself. ]

I'm The Doctor and I'm friend to big and small. And, yes, a world made for a giant such as myself can indeed be intimidating for someone so small.

[artisticprophet]

[Six peeks his head out from around the books, terrified optics staring back at the very big, very bright Doctor. It's entirely too much life and brightness for someone who was used to living in a dead, monochrome world.]


... Too big.

[technicolorcoat]

[ The Doctor looks at the pen, places it on the ground, and pushes it in the direction of the pile of books. His travels have brought him to many sad and dead worlds, but those travels bring liberation to those who need it most.

And it is something The Doctor takes very serious. He continues to kneel on the ground, and soon he sits himself down on the floor. Sure, it doesn't hide the fact he's a brightly dressed man of quite some girth. It is still an attempt to try to make himself seem not as gigantic. ]

If I could find away to make myself even smaller, I would. And... [ He leans over to get a better look at Six. ] Hello, again, my little visitor.

I won't force you out of hiding, but I don't believe I caught your name if you have one.

[artisticprophet]

[Six continues his little terrorfest behind the books, though at least he's craned his neck around them to look at the Doctor, wringing the key around his neck in worry. Nine would know what to do right now. Nine wouldn't be scared about big, colorful humans. What would Nine do?]

... Six. I.... I am Six.

[... Nine would probably talk to the human... Probably. Might even go out to look at him face to face. But that was for braver, stronger creations than he]

[genie_lady]

[Airy girlish giggling coming from somewhere close by...the pen's travels have not gone unnoticed.]

[artisticprophet]

[Oh no... He's been caught. Abandon the pen or run faster? He really, really wants this pen though...

He picks up the pace, darting for cover]

[genie_lady]

[Jeannie appears next to him as he finds cover, helping hold one end of the pen up over her head.]

Hello, strange creature.

[She should talk, she's a miniaturized girl in a pink costume.]

Where are we going?

[artisticprophet]

[You know you are much less terrifying when you're his size. Six jumps, but doesn't run, blinking owlishly at her with apertures as wide as they can go.]

... Away?

[genie_lady]

[His eyes are sooo interesting, she just smiles and leans closer to see them better. Maybe even poking one to hear it clink. Giggle.]

Sounds good. Let's go!

[She's all set to follow along behind him, carrying half of the pen's weight.]

[artisticprophet]

[Well if she wants to help, he's not going to stop her. He hefts his end of the pen up and starts toddling off towards the mousehole he was aiming for earlier. Good thing there were no giant people here, he didn't think he could take being chased around the house]

Here.

[It's dusty in there, but it does look furnished for a tiny, six inch tall little doll person.]

[genie_lady]

[What a cute little place....and dusty. Jeannie frowns slightly and covers a sneeze in the back of her hand.]

This is where you live? You do not have a good housekeeper, sahib.

[artisticprophet]

Ssss. Sa... Sah... okay.

Sorry.

[He goes to put the pen down, unscrewing parts of it. He needs ink, and apparently, no one has ink pots anymore]

[genie_lady]

[Poor dear. Jeannie finds him so interesting. Peering over his shoulder at what he's doing with no concept of personal space what-so-ever.]

How can you write with such a large pen?

[artisticprophet]

[Six pops off the top and pulls out the tube of ink in the center. He then scampers over to a dry ink pot in the corner of the little hiding hole, and starts to squeeze the ink out of the tube]

Just ink. That's all.

[genie_lady]

Oh. [Hm. The wheels are turning, and it's never good when a genie starts thinking for herself.]

Would you wish for a smaller pen?

[artisticprophet]

[He holds out his hand, showing off the fountain pen nibs that are his fingers]

Wish? ... For ink. Lots of ink.

[genie_lady]

[There's a gleam in her eye as she folds her arms and blinks twice...

And ink washes in a giant wave into the mousehole house. They're up to their ankles in it already and climbing.] There you are!

[artisticprophet]

[Six looks... a bit confused. Oh dear. Where is he going to put all this ink? Or his papers for that matter, there's no use drawing when ink is all over the floor. He carefully scoops up the ink in the ink pot, and then pushes the ink pot to a higher shelf]

More... um... Jars?

[He needs to start bailing his home out before there's ink up to his eyeballs.]

[genie_lady]

[Jeannie smiles and blinks again, jars popping up all over, filled with ink.]

You will need paper too, yes??

[Be careful, she might get carried away with too many wishes.]

[artisticprophet]

[At least the ink ocean is gone.]

Yes?

[He only needs ink and paper, that's not too bad right?]

[genie_lady]

[He is so obliging. Jeannie blinks twice, a HUGE notepad appearing.] What will you make with them?? [She is dying to know, surely someone who wants ink and paper is about to create something.]

late tag?

[felinemind]

[Have a large cat paw. Not on you mind you. Just in front of you, to stall you for a minute. The ocelot the paw is attached to is laying down and stretched her paw out because the thing carrying the pen is....different. What is it anyway? She's watching with curious eyes that show more intelligence than a regular cat should have.]