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[Here is Visser One, posting with her own face for the very first time, businesslike and deadly serious. She seems to be posting from some kind of office- whether home or otherwise is impossible to tell. Everything about her has the air of unimpeachable seasoned authority.]

Well, we've all seen the rash of posts about disappearances in the last three days. [She takes a short, impatient breath, drawing herself up a little more.] Come now, we can't possibly think it's just a coincidence. What did that kind of thinking get us with the virus?

Organizing is imperative. We won't accomplish anything by staying scattered and in a panic.

First and foremost, I need you all to come forward here and give the name of anybody who's gone missing this week. So far, I have a list of six names.

[She folds her hands on her desk and leans in, expression intensifying- but still unusually cold. Like a hunter, not an impassioned loved one.]

We will find them. We'll find them, bring them home, then we'll find the offender and give them exactly what they deserve.

(OOC: feel free to threadjack and make a big mess of this post if you want! Visser One just really wants to see some discussion and organization going on, and so do I.)

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[At the moment? He wouldn't have cared if a gun had been leveled at his head. Nothing is more important right now than what he's doing, the information he's watching flicking through the files, Newcomers versus non-Newcomers, sick day records, those that might have failed to report to work--

And then, the sonic is gone, pulled out of his hands, and the information stopped flowing. He scowls, fingertips digging into the edge of the desk in frustration, just the tiniest hint of anger in his face as he turns to Edriss, tries to fake that same calm facade]

People are missing, Edriss. As you pointed out. People I care about. You can come up with a cover story, say I was raving mad and threatening you with a strange piece of technology.

[He holds out his hand, desperate to keep himself held together]

Asking who's missing only gets you so far so fast. [He's planning on hitting up all the businesses in the Port, Darkness or no Darkness.

Edriss being here just made it an easy place to start]

[The hints of madness in his eyes doesn't mesh at all with the Doctor she thought she knew. It's intriguing, but for now Edriss puts away that curiosity and deals with the situation at hand. This is little more than a personnel issue, one she can't solve with summary execution.]

Doctor, sit down or you'll sit down at gunpoint. [A hard look.] Ruining this conversation would be a shame.

[She tucks the sonic into an inside pocket of her jacket and sits calmly in her chair, folding her hands over a crossed knee.]

If there was a rash of resident kidnappings, it would have made the news by now.

[His hands are already at the keyboard, a frustrated noise rising from his throat at how slow it is to key things in manually, how he has to do a bit more than just give the sonic a bit of a telepathic push in the right direction--

But the mention of a gun... that gets him to pause, to shift his eyes towards the woman, the hard look in her eyes, on her face. For a moment, it almost looks like he'll ignore the threat, push her into it, and deal with the consequences even if it meant having his brain matter splattered against the office wall.

In the end, though, he's letting out a tense breath of air and slumping back in his seat, scrubbing a hand through his hair and causing it to fly out in just about every direction, adding onto his haggard appearance.]

But an occurrence of Newcomer kidnappings don't even raise eyebrows. [It's said harshly, practically acidic, pent up anger refusing to remain that way.

Sometimes his faith in humanity is sorely tested.]

[She wouldn't have killed the Doctor. Singed his clothes, maybe. But the legal consequences of murder here are too much, and it'd be ridiculously unnecessary besides. She does prefer honey to vinegar.

Still, it's a slight relief when he listens to her and sits back, letting her close the computer hastily and fix her intense gaze on him.]

No. We're an unwanted plague on the backs of ship rats.

[There's something about him- this isn't just righteous anger, oh no. Righteous fury isn't fanged and venomed with desperation as he is. She allows her gaze to soften slightly.]

Who is Amy? Tell me about her.

[His fingers just barely twitch as the computer's shut down, as he watches the screen go blank, trying desperately to memorize the information on the screen before it goes off.

And then, his lips are twisting. A horrible, bitter expression, and his fingers bite in to the arms of the chair.]

I'd think we're more the rats than the plague. Everyone always blamed the rats. Not the conditions that made the plague possible, that spread it.

[He freezes, at the mention of Amy again, and slowly, carefully, runs a hand through his hair again, letting out a slow breath of air and working on smoothing over his expression again]

She's- a friend. Well, will be. Is. She's... my next companion. [Now, his expression turns bitter again] I take on... friends. Assistants. They travel with me, help me. But where we go, what we do. It's dangerous. It's always dangerous. And they get hurt. They get captured. They nearly die or they do die.

[His voice is thick, dark, cracking with suppressed emotion] I swore to myself I wouldn't take on another companion. Never again. And yet-- Amy.

... Traveling with me. It changes people. If I'd never gone to pick her up, then maybe she'd never have even come here.

[But he's just so bad at traveling alone.

And God does he know it.]

But you did anyway.

[Neutrally.]

Most beings long for companionship and belonging. It's the fundamental of human nature. And you, Doctor, are the purest example of human nature I've ever seen.

I did anyway. [His fingers steeple in front of his lips, pressed tight together as his brows furrow, as his eyes crinkle at the corners in that way that makes him look so old so quickly.] At some point in the future, I do it anyway.

[He blames regeneration. Dying. Everything he is and he's decided fading away into nothing. No longer a point to be followed. Some distant memory but not something important. Not like it is to him.

He hates regeneration. In this body more-so than others. He doesn't want to die, will fight tooth and nail not to. He won't idly accept it like he has in the past.]

Human nature? [His voice pitches higher in surprise, a bark of laughter escaping him as he falls back in his chair, eyebrows raising as he just gives Edriss a look. Latching onto even the slightest topic change. A step away from the breakdown he's barreling towards with every second ticking painfully by.] You and I both know I'm not human by any stretch of the imagination. I admire their morality, their tendencies. They're fascinating and brilliant, but I'm not- human, really?

[Here, his voice sort of hardens again, just barely, the amusement still faintly there]

I'm as human as you are, Edriss.

[If the Doctor's still faintly amused, Edriss couldn't be more serious if she tried. Still light, sure, not grave or too weighty, but she isn't joking. It's not funny. There's nothing amused in her dark-eyed gaze peering into his.]

No, Doctor, I'm not human at all.

[A pause.]

I'm not old enough.

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[His head tilts back just a bit, arms crossing over his chest, amusement flickering away as he holds her gaze, as he tries to read her expression, as if staring into her eyes will give him access into her mind.

Something he can't do without touch.]

That's why I said it.

[Something flickers in his gaze]

And I'm too old. [His chin tilts upwards, expression thoughtful] What makes you think you're too young?

[Visser One would cut his throat if he ever tried to read her mind. For him, maybe there would be a warning choke-hold first.

Her gaze doesn't flicker.]

Nothing. [An obvious lie and dismissal.] You're no human, of course, but the purest example of human nature there is. Humanity distilled into one raw nerve ending.

[A puzzle she wants to solve, a spoiled wilderness to claim for her own.]

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[He never would without her direct permission. And even then, his touch is gentle, tentative. Always asking, never taking. And his telepathy? Well, it goes both ways. His mind is as open to her as hers would be to him. But that's not something to focus on right now, and he knows it. Even if there's the faintest niggle of curiosity eating away at him.]

I don't need companionship. [It's said forcefully enough] I don't particularly want it. Not anymore. But there are... certain people. These few certain people that no matter what they just worm their way in. They're fascinating, brilliant, so raw in energy and emotion, their minds open to possibilities, their instincts sizzling in a way others can't even begin to work towards.

No matter what, I can't- [He makes a face, rubbing a hand at his hair] Those people, those rare and extraordinary people.

Can you really blame me for being curious?

-No.

[It feels like she's finishing his thought.]

Some minds are singular gems in the filth. [From inside, Eva makes some offended, disbelieving sound. Edriss ignores her.] And some... will always worm their way in.

[Something else is lacing her gaze, now.]

I think you look tired, Doctor. [She rises from her chair.] Would you like something to drink?

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A veritable diamond in the rough. [His accent is a little different on those last four words, with a bit more rolls to his r's, a slightly changed vowel sound.

Even if it's more than likely the Disney reference would be - and should be - overlooked in this instance.

He watches her, though, for a while, trying to keep their gazes locked as she stands up, his lips drawn in a tight line, a crease between his eyes from concentration, brows pinched up.]

So long as it's not ginger beer. [He lets his eyes slide closed, letting out a low groan as he drags his hand over his face] I'd be more worried for anyone who wouldn't look tired when three of their friends vanish.

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[Edriss waits patiently for him to look at her again. Once that happens, she blinks as much as anyone normal, but doesn't break their eye contact. Not when she stands, not when she pushes her chair back, not when she walks around the table and lightly touches the arm of his chair.]

Washu has been on the list for over a day.

[She noticed. Early.]

[Just like that, it's all back. With that movement, the touch to the arm of the chair, tension practically crackling in the air... it's all coming back. The tension, the anger, the desperation. The sadness and worry and that sense of how unfair it all is.

He closes his eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath and lets it out, counts the beats of his hearts, and turns in his chair to keep track of Edriss' movements, his face hardened up completely again, eyes sharp and narrowed.

The Doctor might be emotional, and this particular one might not be in the most stable of places, still, but he's smart. He's brilliant. He's been through this dance, this game time and time again. He's died ten times over, been played more times than he can count. He's faced off with the Master again and again. Been used and betrayed and tossed aside like a cheap rag by people he called friends.

Edriss knows emotional tells like he knows temporal theory. And it's fascinating.]

... And the others?

[Some goads, dear Visser One, he refuses to give into]

[Her brows furrow into a flicker of a confused frown.]

Followed after I noticed the pattern. Washu was the reason I made the list.

[She raises her eyebrows almost impassively.]

You aren't the only one who's noticed someone missing.

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[His expression softens, all signs of tension gone. Hell, even his residual anger is taking a back seat for now, because Edriss just showed the one thing that always gets the Doctor to drop his guard.

Sometimes at the cost of his life.

She showed him compassion.]

Of course not. [He tongues the roof of his mouth for a moment, turning around to face the darkened computer again, fingers twitching for the familiar feel of the sonic in his hand again] When a pattern's disrupted, everyone feels the effects. Like a ripple in a po-

[Pond. He cuts himself off, teeth grit and expression tense] Anyone respond with any leads, yet?

[Her expression hardens similarly, and she walks back around her desk- only to shove her computer aside and sit on the desk itself.]

A worthless little... punk who knows Mary and Lisbeth. He knows roughly when they each disappeared, where they both were, and appears to have some intimate involvement with both of them- but refuses to go to the police.

[So. frustrating.]

[One eyebrow quirks up at the change in her expression, in the tone of her voice, but he says nothing. Simply noting it for later. When things aren't as... serious.

He refuses to think of this situation as dire.]

Well... [He chews out the word, thinking over his next few sentences] In my experience, police... aren't generally the ones you rely on. Not for things like this.

Independent investigation, by people who know a bit more than the general force. That's what actually helps.

[Which, by the way, was what he'd been doing when he'd barged in here in the first place. Thank you very much.]

Can I have my sonic back yet?

No.

[Curt, clipped, and moving on.]

These police have superpowers. Telling them as well as conducting his own investigation would not hurt. He values his distrust more than the lives of those women.

[She laughs drily.]

And they call me the monster for being honest.

[His eyebrows arch up]

He? [But his face is shutting down at the end of that, a look of bitter anger flickering across it before he smooths it out, falls carefully neutral. Blank.] Oh Edriss, there is nothing I value more than the lives of the people I care for.

Police of any kind just charge about, super powers or none. They wave around their guns and bust down doors without knowing what's in there. What could truly be lurking in the dark. They could help, yes, but they can do so much more to hurt the situation.

They could push whoever might have taken them into action. If they get close, if there are kidnappers and they start feeling pressured, cornered, like the police are onto them, they start to get desperate. They get tense, they act out.

I don't trust the police here, yet.

[And more importantly, he can't think of a way to successfully make them trust him. The psychic paper doesn't have a high enough success rate here, they know he's a newcomer. He can't lead or even guide an investigation as he would normally.

He's never felt this stuck before.]

[Edriss' perfectly smooth expression doesn't betray anything inside. It doesn't betray her interest or the fact that, indeed, he just passed a test.

She doesn't trust the police, either.]

You at least offer something more useful than those mafia promises to "do something about it" in "your own way." Foolish little boy.

Tell me, Doctor. [Adjusting her position on the desk, gripping the edge a little differently. Thinking. Thinking uncertainly, at that.] What do you think of what the humans term "magic?"

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