Just Prompts - Ten Everyday Items
"Is this really necessary?"
"We only want to be safe, Doctor."
"Well, frankly, you seem to be enjoying it a bit too much."
A toothy, devious grin that he's seen a hundred times on a hundred faces, and he's shoved against a wall and patted down. Really, how threatening does he seem? Perhaps he did promise a few people a revolution, but all he wanted to do was negotiate.
Unfortunately he was caught sneaking in, which was very careless of him. Now he's surrounded by guards, having his personal space quite thoroughly invaded, and -
"Be careful with that!" The head guard - large fellow with purple and orange scales, name of Garisch, he hadn't appreciated the Doctor smirking at it - tossed and caught his cricket ball a few times before handing it off.
"Don't worry, you'll get back everything not considered a danger. After you leave, of course."
"Of course," the Doctor mutters, as several more rather essential trinkets are taken - a spool of twine (always handy), a vial of ash (currency on a particularly dank planet), everlasting matches (an old invention of his that he's quite proud of).
"Ah, what do we have here!" Not a question, of course, that's always irritating. "A ray gun!"
"No, that's just my tooth brush."
Proving it is a quite tedious affair, but they manage to move on to his other pocket soon enough. A biodamper (in the form of a ring), opera glasses (with enhanced lenses, of course), a travel dial (to be a gift for a friend, if he can manage it), a tattered business card (John Smith, Scientific Adviser).
"There, now, are you satisfied?" But Garisch is digging deeper, and the Doctor stiffens as he pulls forth an ancient cartouche .
None of the trickster remains as he says, "You will give that back."
The younger man leers at him, nods at his inferiors to hold the Doctor steady as this, too, is handed away.
They're caught off guard when he yanks his arms forward, making them stumble, allowing him to pull away and get a few well-aimed kicks in to keep them off balance. He could never escape this way, but it's enough.
Amidst the chaos, all he does is pluck the cartouche from a stunned guard's hands and slip it into his pocket.
"You can go back to restraining me now, if you wish." A bluff, of course, but such a fun one.
He smiles brightly as they do so, but the hard glint in his eyes keeps any straying hands quite away from his pocket.
"We only want to be safe, Doctor."
"Well, frankly, you seem to be enjoying it a bit too much."
A toothy, devious grin that he's seen a hundred times on a hundred faces, and he's shoved against a wall and patted down. Really, how threatening does he seem? Perhaps he did promise a few people a revolution, but all he wanted to do was negotiate.
Unfortunately he was caught sneaking in, which was very careless of him. Now he's surrounded by guards, having his personal space quite thoroughly invaded, and -
"Be careful with that!" The head guard - large fellow with purple and orange scales, name of Garisch, he hadn't appreciated the Doctor smirking at it - tossed and caught his cricket ball a few times before handing it off.
"Don't worry, you'll get back everything not considered a danger. After you leave, of course."
"Of course," the Doctor mutters, as several more rather essential trinkets are taken - a spool of twine (always handy), a vial of ash (currency on a particularly dank planet), everlasting matches (an old invention of his that he's quite proud of).
"Ah, what do we have here!" Not a question, of course, that's always irritating. "A ray gun!"
"No, that's just my tooth brush."
Proving it is a quite tedious affair, but they manage to move on to his other pocket soon enough. A biodamper (in the form of a ring), opera glasses (with enhanced lenses, of course), a travel dial (to be a gift for a friend, if he can manage it), a tattered business card (John Smith, Scientific Adviser).
"There, now, are you satisfied?" But Garisch is digging deeper, and the Doctor stiffens as he pulls forth an ancient cartouche .
None of the trickster remains as he says, "You will give that back."
The younger man leers at him, nods at his inferiors to hold the Doctor steady as this, too, is handed away.
They're caught off guard when he yanks his arms forward, making them stumble, allowing him to pull away and get a few well-aimed kicks in to keep them off balance. He could never escape this way, but it's enough.
Amidst the chaos, all he does is pluck the cartouche from a stunned guard's hands and slip it into his pocket.
"You can go back to restraining me now, if you wish." A bluff, of course, but such a fun one.
He smiles brightly as they do so, but the hard glint in his eyes keeps any straying hands quite away from his pocket.