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[open] Let it go and just enjoy the show
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essentiallyharmlessSince discovering more about the specifics of her talent, Lucy has taken up the surprisingly lucrative job of pickpocket. It's a lot simpler when there's practically no risk involved. If she gets caught, she manages to turn back time just enough not not make the mistake again. So far it's worked, though a few times she's had to get into just enough trouble to be scared enough to be able to do her little trick. It's a somewhat exhausting job because of that.
She's been picking her subjects carefully, though. Rich people with enough to spare mostly, but especially people she felt like deserved it. Like she's being Robin Hood, except she keeps the money for herself. She'd meant to go alleviate some of Peter's customers of more money, but then Gabriel had been one of them. Lucy didn't feel like chatting with him, and Peter hasn't done any new show since that.
Today, she's more focused on spending some of her (sort of) hard-earned cash. She got herself a brand new outfit, a massage and a manicure, and had her hair done - not for any particular reason, just to feel good. It's nice and familiar, from back when life was simpler. Budgeting isn't something that concerns her these days.
At the moment, she's sitting on a bench by Wollman Rink at the south end of Central Park, watching people ice-skating and blowing soap bubbles. Because why not?
--
After arriving more or less right in Times Square the other day, the Doctor has been doing a lot of running around. He's gotten distracted by more than a few little things on the way - always some small mysteries to figure out, whether they have extraterrestial roots or not.
He's also gone sightseeing a little bit. By now, the novelty is wearing thin. He can't do anything to the rift in his current TARDIS-less state, and he's not quite bored enough to do something really stupid. Romac and the rebels are hardly ideal groups, but he didn't see any great injustices being done, and nothing that demanded his immediate attention. He's currently skeptical to both, but neither are planning world domination - just world defending, which he can get behind, even if their methods are questionable. Until he does further poking, anyhow.
Currently, he's ignoring weird looks while running around 56th street with a beeping device that looks very definitely homemade. Occasionally he'll run up to someone and scan them with the beeping device, only to vaguely apologise and keep moving.
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James has found out that it's difficult to find a great flat to move into in a single day. Him and Andrew have therefore taken up temporary residence at a somewhat fancy hotel in the East Village. Turns out it's really easy to get money when you can just ask the ATMs for some with your mind, and they give it to you.
He's also spent quite a bit of time discovering what it means to have a biological body. Recognising the different needs, making sure not to overindulge or tire himself out - and tons of little things that most people don't even think about. Getting cravings for sugar, what it feels like to stub your toe, getting car-sick. It's an interesting learning experience.
Today he's taken a break from any and every responsibility, and is indulging his need to be nice. Mostly he's been surprising people with paying for them at local shops, giving big tips to street musicians, that sort of stuff. Little gestures that put smiles on people's faces, and sometimes leads to lovely conversations.
"You want some?" he asks a random stranger who'd paused by the Nuts4Nuts stand he'd been buying some honey-roasted almonds from.
[Lucy is still untagged.]
She's been picking her subjects carefully, though. Rich people with enough to spare mostly, but especially people she felt like deserved it. Like she's being Robin Hood, except she keeps the money for herself. She'd meant to go alleviate some of Peter's customers of more money, but then Gabriel had been one of them. Lucy didn't feel like chatting with him, and Peter hasn't done any new show since that.
Today, she's more focused on spending some of her (sort of) hard-earned cash. She got herself a brand new outfit, a massage and a manicure, and had her hair done - not for any particular reason, just to feel good. It's nice and familiar, from back when life was simpler. Budgeting isn't something that concerns her these days.
At the moment, she's sitting on a bench by Wollman Rink at the south end of Central Park, watching people ice-skating and blowing soap bubbles. Because why not?
--
After arriving more or less right in Times Square the other day, the Doctor has been doing a lot of running around. He's gotten distracted by more than a few little things on the way - always some small mysteries to figure out, whether they have extraterrestial roots or not.
He's also gone sightseeing a little bit. By now, the novelty is wearing thin. He can't do anything to the rift in his current TARDIS-less state, and he's not quite bored enough to do something really stupid. Romac and the rebels are hardly ideal groups, but he didn't see any great injustices being done, and nothing that demanded his immediate attention. He's currently skeptical to both, but neither are planning world domination - just world defending, which he can get behind, even if their methods are questionable. Until he does further poking, anyhow.
Currently, he's ignoring weird looks while running around 56th street with a beeping device that looks very definitely homemade. Occasionally he'll run up to someone and scan them with the beeping device, only to vaguely apologise and keep moving.
--
James has found out that it's difficult to find a great flat to move into in a single day. Him and Andrew have therefore taken up temporary residence at a somewhat fancy hotel in the East Village. Turns out it's really easy to get money when you can just ask the ATMs for some with your mind, and they give it to you.
He's also spent quite a bit of time discovering what it means to have a biological body. Recognising the different needs, making sure not to overindulge or tire himself out - and tons of little things that most people don't even think about. Getting cravings for sugar, what it feels like to stub your toe, getting car-sick. It's an interesting learning experience.
Today he's taken a break from any and every responsibility, and is indulging his need to be nice. Mostly he's been surprising people with paying for them at local shops, giving big tips to street musicians, that sort of stuff. Little gestures that put smiles on people's faces, and sometimes leads to lovely conversations.
"You want some?" he asks a random stranger who'd paused by the Nuts4Nuts stand he'd been buying some honey-roasted almonds from.
[Lucy is still untagged.]
