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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Jane's been getting some good traffic at her booth-- face painting, of course-- mostly local kids and some of the more adventurous adults, but she's hit a bit of a lull. Maybe people are like, scared of her or something, or maybe they just don't want their faces painted. Whatever, it's no big deal to her. She's perfectly happy to sit and watch people walk by and try to guess which ones aren't locals.

And oh, that guy? With the leather coat and the ears? Definitely not local.

"Hey, leather coat." She says it loud enough that he can (hopefully) hear her, but still not disturb the activity around them. "You want your face painted?"

Well, hello Jane! He's always liked that name. It was simple but worked well paired up with other names. Not that he knew her name right now. He wasn't some kind of mind reader or anything. Not really.

And what is wrong with his ears? Everyone has ears. Hey, you there with the ears! Yes, everyone should turn around, unless you are named Van Gogh, and even he still had one.

But to the point, the Doctor was indeed wandering around in his leather coat. Why change? It's darn comfy after all. When he's called out due to that same very comfy leather coat, he looked up, smiled a grand smile at her and gave a single, stiff wave towards her.

Pocketing his hands again he slipped over to her little booth, looking over what she has going on there. "Something wrong with the face I have?" He was grinning, clearly saying it in jest. He DID know what face painting meant.

She grinned right back at him, because man, it was infectious. And Jane liked that in a person, when their good mood made you want to be in a good mood. That's always a good thing to have in a friend. Or acquaintance. Or customer. Just...in a person, really. Definitely a good quality.

"I like to think that everything can be improved by a little artwork," she says with a nod. "Now come on! Sit down. You look like a lotus flower kind of guy to me."

That's how he felt about it! Infectious! And he was a dour enough version of himself that the large smile was absolutely needed for getting by. Getting a large smile out of Rose always made him feel better. Now that was a smile worth smiling about.

This girl had a wonderful smile as well though, so Doctor here? He was in a genuine good mood (save for missing companion, TARDIS and unknown location, this wasn't so bad).

He came closer, but held his hands out to the sides, palms out to her. "I have no tickets, or currency. Actually, what is used for currency here?" He wasn't going to ask where HERE was, because that would make him stick out like a sore thumbed tourist. Not that the leather jacket didn't do that already.

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