whitechapelmod | TEST DRIVE

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OPTION A

With the cooling weather came the changing of the leaves, the lighting of candles and the advertisements in all the shops and bulletin boards for the Annual Whitechapel Road Fall Festival. Overnight your quaint little neighborhood has been transformed from a typical Victorian-esque scene to well, a typical fall festival scene. Strings of lights have been wound between the lamps, scarecrows have been put up in shop windows that hold signs with arrows on them, directing you down the main street toward the park.

In the park, you'll find a small carnival. No big gaudy rides, of course, but booths set up by local businesses where they sell items from their shops. Games like bobbing for apples and pin the nose on the scarecrow have been scattered in the places between the face painting booths and cotton candy vendors. There's also booth offering food and drink-- and doesn't that cider just smell wonderful? Of course, they have hot chocolate too, if cider's not your thing.

Mingle and enjoy your night! But be careful-- you might just end up in the dunking tank..

OPTION B

You wake late in the morning to a strange chill in the air. The weather, sure, but also something else, something wrong in the energy. Maybe you've never been much of a person who believes in that sort of stuff-- energy, vibes, whatever-- so you brush it off and go about your day. It's not until you're out and about that you really start to notice something. The streets are mostly empty, the shops closed down. A cold wind blows through and makes you shiver as you turn down the street toward the Town Board. The papers flutter in the wind, but it doesn't matter, you're not reading them, you're reading the message written in red over all of them.

YOU WILL ALL BE PUNISHED.

Is that blood it's written in, or paint? It's hard to tell, but the color seeps into the fliers and advertisements-- "puppies, free to a good home" or "half off on all clothing TODAY ONLY"-- staining them, ruining them. You know without even turning and walking the extra block that something very bad has happened. Yellow tape surrounds the board, you just notice, and blocks the entrance to a nearby alleyway. An officer stands guard, but he looks pale and shaken. This isn't the first. Just last week, someone was killed too. The boy who delivered the milk. Eddie. Throat slashed and a message written in blood on the wall above him, similar to this one.

An ambulance arrives but you stay where you are, watching as more officers emerge from the alley, carrying something on a stretcher. Someone, you realize, because what else do they carry on stretchers? A shock of red, curly hair pokes out from the top and you think of the girl who runs the register in the bakery, a waitress from the cafe you tried last week, your sister back home who will (hopefully) never end up here. Could this really happen here? Some maniac killing people because they think you need to be punished? It's wrong, it's confusing, and it's terrifying, isn't it?

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"Doctor!"

She's known he was there since he spoke up, but saves the surprised face that turns into a grin for when the blindfold is removed. She tosses the scrap of fabric back to the man operating the little game, and reaches out to take hold of his hand.

"I think you should save your worry for a day when I'm not good at something," she sounds entirely too confident as she says it, but the look on her face makes it obvious she's just playing around. She's so glad to see him here at the festival, that she can't help but grin and wonder just what sort of trouble he's going to find for them to get into.

"Oh yes, of course, I'll save it for tomorrow when you can't...er...." He pauses, thinking. It's actually quite difficult to think of something she can't do. Huh. He'll think of it eventually.

"Right, anyway, now that you've mastered pinning a nose on a scarecrow-- making him terrifying, by the way, he'll scare off everything-- how about we try bobbing for apples?"

She thinks that over, counting to fifteen in her head before smirking up at him. "Loser treats the winner to hot chocolate?"

And without waiting for a yes or no, she drags him off toward the apple bobbing. She's practiced a bit during the day, so she thinks she'll definitely beat him. Not that it's exactly easy to find a winner at it, but she's sure they'll manage to find a way.

He opens his mouth to answer, but obviously Clara already knows he'll say yes. He never says no to a little friendly competition. It's healthy, isn't it? That's what humans say, at least, and they seem to know a little something about it. Sort of.

Anyway, he follows her, waiting patiently for the child at the barrel to be done.

"Same time, then? Or separate?" He doesn't enjoy the idea of her watching him bob. Can't let her steal his technique.

"Same time," she quickly decides, arching a single eyebrow. "But no knocking heads."

She's the boss, and she definitely doesn't like the sound of his getting too excited and flailing about like a giant five year old and hitting her right in the head. Bruises don't look good on her, especially not on her face. But still, she rounds to one side of the barrel, placing her hands on the edge, and glances down at the water inside before looking up at him.

"Hope you're ready to be beaten by a girl."

He makes an offended noise at her because that's not very nice, you know.

"Trash talk is very unladylike," he says, arching an eyebrow of his own and getting into position. He looks to the man running the booth, who holds up one finger, then another, and points. The Doctor's going to assume that means go, so he dunks his head in, searching furiously for apples.

Laughing, Clara dunks her head in at the exact same time, bumping her forehead against his. She ignores the throbbing pain and attempts to find an apple. Every time she almost gets hold of one, it floats right away. So she does the sane thing and hops up to lean further into the barrel, submerging more of her body and giving her better leverage to grab an apple with her teeth.

The moment their heads collide, the Doctor lets out a noise at the pain, forgetting of course that he's underwater, so he sucks up two lungfuls and has to extract himself immediately, coughing and sputtering. Oi, that burns. No wonder humans are always complaining about water safety!

He gives in, letting Clara win. She'll still have to work for her victory though, it's not as if he'll just let her have it easily. Or tell her that he's given up. Ahem.

And work for it she does. It takes her nearly a full minute of her face down in the barrel, popping up just enough to catch breaths of air before she dives back in again. She doesn't even realize that he's given up until she grabs an apple in her teeth and pops up to stand, sending water flying everywhere. And when she sees him there, no apple at all, she sputters.

Giving him a look, she throws the apple she caught at him.

"Looks like I win."

He catches her apple with a laugh. He knew she wouldn't like that, but still! It was funny! Sort of. Whatever, humor's all relative anyway, isn't it? Right.

"Suppose so, how about that?" He won't mention the coughing fit. No reason to. That'd only worry her, and he doesn't need that. Nope, not at all. He tosses the apple up and catches it a couple of times, thinking.

"What do you say we go find me and give him a treat?"

"Throw it at him, you mean." She's not stupid, she knows exactly what someone like him is up to. She looks cross about it for a moment, before bustling with excitement and she grins, nodding eagerly.

Prancing her way past him, she waits until he's tossing the apple up and reaches up to grab hold of it, eyebrows going upward as she glances at him. She skips her way along the trail of the festival, keeping her eyes open for her Doctor.

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