Sunset and Suppertime [Open]

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Evening, sometime, 5,000,000,077

Brother Gyles strode along one of the walkways of New New York with his "de-lister" stun-rod in one hand and the strap of a bulging satchel in the other. The daily rounds had not been quite as productive as he had hoped (he had found the drug dealers where they were supposed to meet, but he had only been able to apprehend two of the criminals), but at least now he had some time to relax and let it blow over for now. The Hand of Unity operatives who had found out about the meeting in the first place would inevitably discover where the other two dealers had gone off to, because the mission operatives were just clever like that, and when they did, then Gyles would have another crack at them.

At least he had brought the first two shivering, sweating addicts in to receive help and care.

And he had volunteered to conclude his duties for the day by walking some food to the local safehouse of the Sisters of Boe. Gyles did not have a car of his own, nor did he think it proper to borrow one of the Brotherhood's for himself, and besides, the city seemed so nice at sunset. The impossibly tall buildings that decorated New New York like a crown were still standing for the most part, even after falling into disrepair after the plague, and even then, it was obvious that more and more of them were being reclaimed.

There was a lot of empty space in the city, after the plague had ravaged the population, but still, people were coming back, coming together, and reviving the greatest city Gyles had ever known.

Well, the only one, too, but that made it that much more important to him.

Gyles paused on a corner and peered up along the sloping walkway that connected him to the next building through the air, and took a deep breath, then sighed.

... Whatever was in the bag he was carrying smelled delicious, but it was not his to take, even if it did remind the Brother of Boe rather suddenly just how hungry he was.

"Give to those who have none first," he reminded himself, even as his nose worked to try to figure out what sort of warm meaty dinner he was delivering. Maybe even if it was not usually quite as good as his hot supper delivery smelled like it would be, Gyles would go to the little hole in the wall (literally) cafe that was just a building or so away from the safehouse. And then tomorrow, he could ask the other Brotherhood of Boe logistics and supply officer people just where they had gotten the recipe for today's delivery.

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Outfit: The usual.
Words: 687 sans code
Notes: Ah, tourism!

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Oh dear. Now this wasn’t quite right.

New New York. New Earth. Shortly after the year five billion, by his estimates. The Doctor, after always being on the go with Jamie and Zoe from one dangerous situation to another, had decided that perhaps a little break would be nice. He’d attempted to vacation with them before, but as luck would have it they had landed right at the site of a Dominator invasion. Before that it had been killer seaweed, and before that…. Well, one got the picture. So far none of his vacation attempts had panned out, and the Doctor was quite set on righting that!

So this time he’d thrown the TARDIS farther into the future than he had ever gone before, beyond the destruction of Earth and off to its secondary colony, which had come to simply be known as New Earth, to land in a city with the name of New New York. A bit uncreative in the naming processes, he had to admit, but nostalgia could be quite a powerful thing at times. It wasn’t his place to decide, after all.

Still, even with the uncreative name, the city turned out to be all they hoped for. It was pleasant, spacious, and best of all, it was quiet. Peaceful. A little too quiet in some instances, but from what they had found while poking about like a trio of tourists, the city was currently in a recovery phase of sorts. So, while the quietness was quite understandable. No alarm bells to ring in the back of the Doctor’s head, warning him of some unknown horror lurking just around the metal and glass corners of the city. So they could just have a nice and pleasant day.

Quite a refreshing break, really. He’d almost forgotten how nice it was to land somewhere and not encounter someone or something trying to kill or rule you. It had been good for Jamie and Zoe too, it seemed. That was always good. One could not help but worry as to how they were holing up. Particularly with Jamie, as the boy wasn’t the brightest of bulbs. Being from the technologically impaired 18th century didn’t help matters either. But he had coped quite well so far. The Doctor could not help but admit surprise to that.

As the day had worn on, the trio had splintered off. Jamie and Zoe had wanted to stay on the upper spires close to the TARDIS (as they didn’t quite fully believe that it was safe), whilst the Doctor had meandered down a fair few levels, far enough down that if he chose to look outside he’d no longer be soaring over the majestic cityscape. Not that he wasn’t still a good height up. New New York was quite a sizable city.

Sizable enough to get him lost. Typically the Doctor had quite a good sense of direction, but with the unfamiliar city, with all its twists and turns, he had managed to lose track of where he was utterly. He wasn’t worried yet, though. He had instructed that everyone return to the TARDIS in the evening, and the two were capable of getting in on their own. Hopefully they’d listen to his instructions. They sometimes did have a bad habit of wandering off into trouble.

Still, it would probably be prudent to head back. Or at least try to. While feeling like one had the city all to themselves was quite nice on occasion, it was quite a bother when one got lost. Was there no one around to ask for directions?

Almost as if on cue, the Doctor caught a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye. Ah! There! Turning, the little man went to trot off after the source of the movement. Whoever it was was moving away from him, but not at a pace that made it difficult for the Doctor to catch up to.

“Pardon me,” he called out once had had caught up enough to initiate conversation. “Pardon me, but I seem to be a bit turned around. Might in inquire for directions?”

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Directions were really more of an "ask the police" sort of thing, if one really wanted to start splitting hairs, but Gyles was used to getting all manner of questions, since the Brotherhood of Boe had established such a good reputation for itself in New New York. Besides, there were no police phone stations nearby (or none that functioned properly anyway), calling would likely result in the poor lost fellow being put on hold, and, in Gyles' experience, these sorts of inquiries were generally easily answered right on the spot.

He stopped as he heard the plea from a citizen for help, and switched his de-lister rod to rest upright against the crook of his elbow for a moment; this freed up one hand, which Gyles pressed to his heart in greeting, and bowed his head.

"Quite alright, sir," he responded, grinning eagerly as he raised his eyes again. "It does tend to get confusing around here sometimes, but we're working on encouraging rebuilding and reopening of business here." Brother Gyles leaned a bit closer, taking on a friendly joking tone as he added, "Directions are easier when there's a shop there for you to turn left at and so forth."

Standing straight again, he took the de-lister rod back in his other hand and twirled it so that the business-end pointed up, though it was not presently charged and therefore not a danger to anyone. Gyles' whiskers curled slightly forward as he now took a moment to study the man before him, as though trying to figure out the answer before he asked, "What direction do you need ... directions ... to?"

Aforementioned whiskers curled downwards to enhance his brief frown as the query got away from him, but the eager smile quickly reappeared. "That is, ah, what can I help you find, sir?" he tried again.

The stranger in need was dressed strangely (which made Gyles feel better, in a way - he was, after all, a stranger), and seemed a bit unkempt. Not dirty, fortunately, but the catman found he had to resist the small urge to brush the man's fringe a little to one side or the other, out of his face a bit. He looked human, with lines on his face that made him seem maybe a little angry, but, Gyles supposed, if he had been lost for a while, perhaps it had made him cross.

The solution, of course, was for Brother Gyles to be that much more helpful. He grinned further as he awaited the stranger's response, then suggested after a moment, "If you need somewhere to eat, I am just dropping off this box lunch at the nearest Sisterhood safehouse, and then stopping by a cafe. It's a good place-- ah," he faltered slightly as he reconsidered. "If you are a vegetarian sort of person, they might not have a lot there for you."