Galactic Vacationing - Danger Shop, Wednesday Afternoon

[veryarthurdent.livejournal.com]

The Danger Shop, for anyone who entered it, looked rather like a London street at Christmas time. There were plenty of human shoppers milling about, lights and signs telling everyone about great last-minute sales and a group of musicians dressed like Santa with rosy-cheeked masks were lined up playing Christmas carols for passers by. It was a clear night, cold but not unreasonably so, and sadly no snow in sight. The teacher didn't appear to be in the vicinity either.

The pleasant scene was broken by the sound of plate glass smashing and blank-faced mannequins stepping out from shop windows. Down the street, a woman screamed, drawing a mannequin's attention. It raised its arm and the woman ducked out of the way just in time to miss a gunshot coming from where the mannequin's hand should have been.

A man in a blue suit, a tan trench coat and red sneakers appeared out of the panicking crowd, stopping in front of the students. His face reflected the urgency of the situation. "Run!"

[OOC: But look both ways before crossing the road and wait for OCD go for it. OCD is up!

ETA: Off to catch a flight. Hopefully will be back tonight to answer pings.]

Comments

Re: Run!

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny was hard to kill. "Do they have electricity?" she snapped. Jenny knew what she thought, but that could be the Danger Shop messing with her senses.

Re: Run!

[veryarthurdent.livejournal.com]

"They're plastic," the Doctor replied. "So probably not."

Re: Run!

[ashockingbitch]

"You'd be surprised," she muttered. "Lots of things run on electricity." She rubbed her temple with one hand, the fingers of which were snapping and crackling with barely restrained lightning.

"Fine," she said, and--didn't run, no, not with her smoker's lungs; she disincorporated into the streetlights in a streak of lightning.

They could discuss the whole idea of running from someone just because they had a gun and you didn't later.

Re: Run!

[veryarthurdent.livejournal.com]

The Doctor watched her. The last blonde in a Union Jack couldn't do that. Not that he thought of Rose like that, but she really couldn't do that. He was a little too enthusiastic about the lightning thing to think about the past right now. "Now that's flashy," he commented, mostly to himself.