Open RP, Greenhouses (Eleventy, Kurama, River)

[eleventyrags.livejournal.com]

The Doctor hadn't always loved Halloween, but on those worlds that celebrated it (or something like it) he definitely tried to join in the fun, if there was nothing overtly intent on re-enacting a favorite horror film but with real knives instead of rubber props. He supposed at Hogwarts there was no danger of this (and even if there was, the danger was minimized) and thus strolled confidently over the grounds, rambling until he came to a pile of rather gorgeous pumpkins. He stared at them a minute, then at the door they framed. A sign read:

Pumpkins, free to a good carver.

Candy within, Trick-or-Treaters welcome.

Any tricks resulting in broken glass will be met with a boot up someone's back end.

The last bit, he noted, was scrawled rather hastily in something that his mind wanted to read as Japanese, but his eyes were registering as English. The rest was in big, spiky, dramatic handwriting, with bats, cats, and pumpkins scribbled all over the place. It very nearly covered a plaque that read 'Professor Minaminaminamino." What a name. He grinned and ducked in.



She, with brown hair all shocked out by too much curling iron, an ironic pointy black hat on her head, a very witchy dress, too much makeup, and boots that looked like they could stomp a Dalek. The other (she? No, the shoulders were too broad, but the hair just screamed girl) sat with their back to the doctor and looked like the costume of the year must be a mummified werewolf. The tail was even moving, too. Nice touch.

"Trick or treat!" He called, waving a hand. The girl looked up at him and beamed and the - yes, that face was as close to male as it was going to get - man turned around to look at him.

"What's your costume?" The girl asked, putting her head to one side. The man flapped a hand at her, and she stuck out her tongue at him.

"A time traveler," The Doctor said grinning at their interaction. They might have been bickering siblings, for all they didn't look a thing alike.

The man gestured to a cauldron on the floor next to the table. "Take your treat then, oh wanderer. You might have to forgive River her impetuousness."

The Doctor blinked at the name, but before he could say anything, the girl cut in.

"Not that River," she said, her eyes intent on the Doctor for a split second before turning back to her companion. He had the unsettling certainty that she'd just casually read his mind. People weren't supposed to be able to do that.

"And that isn't even a real word," she was saying. "Bad foxes should read more dictionaries."

The Doctor grabbed a bag from the cauldron - fun-sized jelly babies - and extended a hand to the suffering redhead. He noticed that what he first thought were bandages on his head were furry ears to match the tail. "Nice costume. Professor Minaminaminamino, I presume?"

The Professor made a face and took the offered hand. "Kurama, if you please." He shot a withering look to River, who contrived to look innocent. "I thought it had been covered."

"I'm The Doctor," he introduced himself. "I'm surprised you're indulging the tricking and treating, though. That's more of an American holiday these days, isn't it?"

Kurama shrugged, breaking the handshake with a smile to go back to what he was working on. They looked like flowers that had decided to be lanterns, all in orange and black. River was stringing them together on a long line.

"There are plenty of American students here, and it's an amusing enough tradition." Between his hands another flower seemed to appear from nowhere, and went to the pile for River to tend. It even glowed faintly.

The Doctor watched them work for a moment, munching on his jelly babies, until River completed a strand and jumped down from the table. "I'll take care of these," she said, and then stopped to look at the Doctor with a lot more knowing solemnity than a teenaged human girl should have. "Not that River. If she's the Amazon, I'm a waterfall."

And then she was gone, even grabbing a broom on her way out. The Doctor looked quizzically at Kurama, who shrugged.

"I don't even know. I stopped trying to guess months ago." He stretched, winced, and then flexed his hands. "How much of that time traveler business is the truth? In some way all of us are, at least in this place, but that bow tie is giving me some pretty specific questions."

"All of it," the Doctor replied, adjusting his bowtie with a grin. "I just happen to know that the bowtie has never not been cool."

Kurama's smile was wry. "Those Croats, pulling us all kicking and screaming out of the fashion dark ages."

"You know your history."

"I've lived my history."

They stared at each other for a beat, the Doctor half-poised to grab his screwdriver and see just what Kurama was, Kurama smirking at him and practically daring him to ask.

"Mind if I take a look around?" The Doctor asked instead; there would be other times to pry, and there was a flower one room over that was so blue it was making him TARDIS-sick. Kurama waved a hand at him in a 'by all means' gesture.

Such interesting folk there were here. He was beginning to enjoy himself.

_{((OOC: I suck at making things short. Specify if you want River, Eleventy, or Kurama to play with, or be surprised <3 ))}

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[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Oi, knock it off you!" Donna waved irritably to the pixie that was zipping around her head like a dragonfly on speed. Jenks had decided that if he couldn't torment his own red headed witch, he'd have to find another one. He chimed laughter, settling on her shoulder.

"C'mon, lighten up, witch," he chimed. The pixie was wearing blindingly bright colors for Halloween. "I can smell spells a mile away and you probably need the backup. You just look like you get into trouble."

Exasperated, she smiled at the pretty witch who breezed past them. "Why don't you go play in the flowers or something? You're making me all sparkly."

((Surprise me! :) ))

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

((Not the OP, but you don't mind talking to Rose too, do you?))

Rose was entranced by the pixie, which was probably the most magical thing she had seen yet. "Hullo," she asked the red-haired woman who seemed to be accompanying it, "you wouldn't happen to know what that fairy thing's called, would you?"

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

((of course not!))

Oh bad choice.

Jenks exploded in a burst of indignant light. “Who are you calling a fairy, blondie?” he challenged, hands on his tiny hips. He zipped up to hover an inch away from her nose.

“Settle down, you,” Donna caught him in one hand and deposited him back on her shoulder. He was hyperactive and occasionally annoying, but he was starting to grow her. “Probably aren’t even pixies where she’s from,” she soothed and offered him a mollyfing piece of chocolate.

“Mmf. No excuse,” he sulked, clambering up to sit in the hoop earring that Donna wore, batting her hair out of his way.

“Don’t mind ‘im. That’s Jenks, he’s a pixie and a might bit too touchy for his own good. I’m Donna. Are you new here?”

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

"Right, pixie. Sorry about the mix up!" Rose said, eying the pixie nervously. "I'm Rose, and well, I'm sort of new. I guess I've been here before, but I don't remember any of it."

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Just came back from being popcorn, eh? Yeah, the transition sucks," Jenks volunteered. "I still don't get the idea of coating people in butter. It's weird, but that's just how this place is."

"I've only been here awhile, but it's completely brilliant. Magic, dragons, touchy pixies, it's wonderful."

Jenks grunted, "Fairies eat bugs and are assassins for hire. Pixies are not."

"Oi, she didn't know, settle down."

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

"Wait, you actually get turned into popcorn?" Rose made a face. "That's nasty! Explains why I was all covered in butter, but still...

"'Sides that, I really have been enjoying myself alright. I got to see one of my friends again, and I thought that would never happen."

"I am really sorry I called you a fairy," she added, just in case.

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

He pushed off Donna's shoulder and hovered near Rose. "S'okay. I can't expect you big folk to pay attention to all the magic types around you. Name's Jenks. And yeah, you get turned into a big ass kernel of corn. It's weird, but considering the Hat.. it could be worse."

Donna smiled, "This place is good for reunions, even if they're a little out of order. The magic and the fun more than makes up for the confusion most days."

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

"Worse than turned into a piece of popcorn? By a hat? What, does it do chips, too?"

"Oh, I know what you mean about out of order. I've met two versions of my friend so far, and neither of them is the one I saw last. I can't wait to start learning magic, though."

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Oh the magic's great, and pretty handy. Two versions of your friend? Hang on, does he travel all over, talk about a mile a minute and get into all manner of trouble?"

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

"Ohmigod, yes! Wait, you know the Doctor, too? From before, or just from school?"

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Turn me, that guy gets around! All the pretty ones too," he snarked.

Donna brightened, "From before! Traveled all over with him. As a matter of fact, we were getting ready to land when I wound up here. Neither one's quite like the one I remember, but they're also a bit the same."

"What does that guy have that he can keep picking up all these pretty women? I mean.. both of them look so goofy!"

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

Jenks' remarks made Rose blush. "He's just... nice, and funny, _{andIthinkhe'sperfectlygoodlooking}, and well, how many guys offer to talk you on a journey through time and space? It's not like we're fooling around or anything."

"You, too? I did travel with one of them - the one with the ears - but then he regenerated into another one - the one with the kind of fluffy hair and the trainers, were you with him? And then, well, I sort of got stuck in another universe, and then I ended up here."

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh. The girls always go for that type," Jenks said, tinkling laughter as he returned to Donna's shoulder.

Her eyes widened in recognition. It had to be. "That's him, skinny spaceman with the goofy grin. Oh then you have to be Rose Tyler. You did quite the number on him when you disappeared."

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

"That's me," Rose said, deciding to ignore the pixie. "'Snot like I meant to vanish. At least he has someone else to keep him company."

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. He was all alone when I met him. He was terrifying, he needed someone with him to keep him.." she trailed off, searching for the right word. "Well, nevermind. I was with him, until I wound up here."

She quirked a smile, "And then he comes here, looking completely different, but he's still the same daft spaceman."

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

"I know what you mean," Rose said, answering both of the questions at the same time. She'd seen the Doctor be absolutely terrifying in at least three different ways, and she'd seen him turn into someone completely different, and yet still be the same man she loved. "He really does need to have someone around him. I'm glad you were there for him, even when I couldn't be."

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Turn me, either he's great at picking up women, or he always finds the softies," Jenks muttered.

Donna gave Rose a smile. "He does. Someone has to try and keep him out of trouble. Bloody spaceman keeps opening his mouth and putting both feet right in after it. I wonder if he'll show up next," she wondered.

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

Rose glared at Jenks. "That would be nice if he did. Might make things a little confusing, but it would be nice."