September Catch-All [OTA]

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

Who: Marc, Steven, and open!
What: September catch-all, including a mini-mission
When: All month
Where: See prompts
Content Warnings: Nothing for now


I. Shopping trip - Open Markets and Night Market, OTA

Steven is finding their little apartment very drab and dour, so Marc is out trying to find things to brighten it up. Also, to expand their wardrobe a little, since their original foray had been one of desperation rather than strategy, and hadn't had much in it to Steven's taste.

So Marc wanders around the shops, looking kind of touristy but not really minding, picking up this or that to examine curiously, listening for a perk of interest or disinterest from Steven. If anyone he recognizes spots him, he'll wave. "Lookin' for something in particular?" he asks.

Or he'll try to hastily swap places with Steven, if it's one of Steven's handful of tentative friends, which results in a moment of blankness and then some rapid blinking and a, "What?"


II. Baby's First Sparring - Gym, closed to Harley

The promised afternoon, Steven shows up in clothes he doesn't mind getting sweaty, because he fully expects Harley Quinn will wipe the floor with him. Marc has gotten him a pair of poles like what they had in the suit-- truncheons, Marc called them-- so he'd have something familiar, but Marc is refusing point blank to come out and meet her. Something about not liking psychiatrists.

Well, after Doctor Harrow, Steven can't really blame him. So he's the one waiting for Harley outside the gym, waving cheerily once he spots her distinctive pigtails. "Miss Quinn! Hello, over here!"


III. Practice Makes Perfect - Mage's sector, OTA

Marc things the Mage's Sector is... quaint. Steven thinks it's adorable. Which is good, because he spends a lot of time there. Borrowing books, taking lessons twice a week with two different local tutors, and just sitting around people watching and practicing whatever spell he's working on at any given time.

He doesn't pay for reagents much, both not wanting to spend their limited stipend on something he's not really ready for, being still learning very low-level spells that don't require a lot of prep, but he absolutely gawks at them all. "What even is that?" he wonders, staring at a jar with a floating eyeball in it. "It looks like an eye. Is it an eye? What kind of spell wants for an eye, I wonder?"

Or he'll be sitting in the Hare & Hammer, nursing a beer and casting tiny illusions over his table, just for fun. Maybe it's somebody's face, or miniature fireworks, or a hollow bird skull. Okay, that one's probably a little weird.


IV. Mini-Mission - Sabotaging Sensors, OTA

They can see the top of the sensor tower from behind the boulder they're sheltering by, the best cover they have until it's time to run out and set the charges. Marc is the distraction, the cover fire, and to that end is loaded up in body armor and three layers of wool and leather under it just in case it's crappy body armor, a lot of guns, and some spare C4 in case it's necessary. Plus, Steven's hovering behind his eyes, ready to snatch his hands for spell-casting if necessary. And fretting.

(I'm not sure if the mage armor will hold up to bullets.)

"It'll be fine," Marc mutters, hopefully under his breath enough for his current partner in crime to hear it. Then he unholsters his first gun and, louder, asks, "Ready to run for it?"


V. Wildcard!

Anything else you feel like doing? I'm open, just start something, or hit me up at cacopheny on plurk!

Comments

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

"Sometimes, yeah," he admits. "Hard to focus sometimes when there's a lot of noise and music and such around, right?" Considering the Doctor is in here reading, he either understands, or maybe just likes the atmosphere for some other reason.

Steven accepts the tea and cradles it against his chest a moment, just taking in the scent. "And, well, it's sort of both, for the tea? This definitely isn't a tea I know from London, and I bet it'll be different from anything else I've ever tried."

[twelfthsong]

Silence does help him think especially when he has to do some deep thinking but he doesn't always have the luxury. So telling people to shut up is the next best thing. "White noise can be comforting to some people. But the same could be said about silence. Depends on what you're doing."

He motions for Steven to take a drink. "Well go on then. Might as well expand on the list of teas you've tried so you can impress your other British friends." Tea was one of the few things he thought that the British could at least do well. "It's supposed to be similar to truffles."

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

"I don't really have any other British friends, especially not here," Steven points out, but he does try the tea. "Hmm, kind of musky, innit? Not bad, though. Definitely don't want to add sugar, but maybe some milk might be nice," he muses. "Do you like it, or are you just experimenting, too?"

[twelfthsong]

"It tastes fine to me with sugar." He says it with a completely straight face, and it wouldn't be difficult for Steven to spot the mostly empty sugar bowl within arms reach of his cup. Which really was his way of saying, he didn't mind it.

As for the British friend comment, maybe he'd along well with Clara. They were both British so that meant that they had to get along, right? That wasn't what Steven was here to talk to him about though now that he had come to think of it. "You wanted to know more about Nefertiti though, didn't you?"

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

Steven perks right up over his tea. "Yes! Yes, please, if you're still willing to talk about her," he says, trying and failing to keep his excitement contained. "There's so much we don't know!"

[twelfthsong]

"What do you want to know?" The woman had been a force and every bit of as commanding as a queen would and he had narrowly avoided becoming her king. At least he and Bowtie had had that in common - they had married royalty once and look how well that had turned out. "Mind you I can't answer everything about her - only the bits where I spent actual time with her up until leaving her in the African savannah."

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

"Oh, of course, of course," Steven says, flapping a hand. Of course no one would know everything about such a famous, ancient authority figure. "But you said there were dinosaurs? And a spaceship? How did you have Queen Nefertiti and dinosaurs and a spaceship, all in the same place?"

[twelfthsong]

"Because of me. Or rather, the spaceship and dinosaurs were together first because they had been en route to a different planet, and then I brought Queen Nefertiti with me because I had been visiting her." There's a bit of a furrow of his brow between his lips as he takes a sip of his tea. "I was planning on leaving her in Egypt but can you really blame me for not doing it? You don't really say no when she asks you to do something."

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

"So you've got a spaceship that, what, travels in time?" Steven asks, looking fascinated and maybe excited by the prospect. "Or, I guess you did, since you're here and haven't escaped yet?"

[twelfthsong]

"Don't remind me. If I had my TARDIS here we wouldn't even be having this conversation." The phrase comes out bitterly. Every day without his TARDIS feels like an eternity moreso than it already does living life in a linear fashion. When was the last time he had spent this many consecutive days in one place?

He pulls out a notebook, and quickly scribbles out a quick doodle of the TARDIS and little stick figure with wild hair wearing sunglasses which is meant to be him. "It's obviously not an exact scale, but you get the idea. The other spaceships here pale in comparison."

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

"Is that... a police box?" Steven asks, after tilting his head a moment at the drawing. "Your spaceship is a police box? Are you having a laugh right now?"