"Are you the brain specialist?"

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

Someone is knocking on the Door.

The knocking is insistent, and lasts for a few minutes, punctuated by puzzled pauses, before the door opens, quite suddenly.

A man in gumboots, suspenders, a sweater vest and a handkerchief on his head backs into the Bar. "DOCTOR?"

He turns around. At the sight of the Bar, rather than the doctor's office, he stops, and stares.

Finally... he speaks.

"Doctor? DOCTOR?" He turns around once, just to make sure he's not missing something. "DOCTOR?"

Quick, somebody talk to him before he starts smashing things!

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[nita_callahan]

[OOC: BWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH.

YES. <333333]

[newredshoes]

[[*bats eyes!*]]

[tristranthorn]

"...I'm sorry there isn't a doctor here that I know of," says Tristran. "Is there...a problem?"

[ooc: LOLOLOL]

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

Gumby turns around again, and catches sight of the fellow.

He jumps, eyes wide for a moment, before peering at the person. He doesn't look like a doctor.

"I... come here for the doctor," he mumbles.

[tristranthorn]

"I don't believe there is a doctor here," Tristran repeats. "You're in the Milliways bar."

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

Gumby frowns, turns to look at the door again, and then studies the Bar again.

He regards Tristran somewhat indignantly. "My brain hurts!"

[tristranthorn]

"Oh..." Tristran blinks, unsure what to do. "Oh, um...are--is there...anything I can do to help you? I've...well, I've worked with animals before, but I don't know how well that will work with you."

Tristran reaches out to help the strange man, confused and a little frightful. "Perhaps--perhaps you should lie down," he suggests.

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

Gumby blinks back.

"I come 'ere for the doctor!"

He looks at the door again.

Possibly if he asks again, someone else can tell him where the doctor is.

"DOCTOR?" Yelling around people usually seems to work when somebody's unhelpful.

[tristranthorn]

Tristran suddenly wishes someone else can tell the poor not-right-of-mind man where the doctor is.

But alas. There doesn't seem to be anyone around to help him out.

"I know Milliways is a lot to take at first," Tristran begins, trying to talk some sense into the man, unaware that it's unlikely that would do any good. "But...it's really quite...quite nice here."

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

Gumby stops bellowing for a moment and squints. "What?"

It sounds like a stupid statement, even to him, if it doesn't have what he came here for. Anyway, his doctor isn't called Milliways. Who is this sillyhead?

[tristranthorn]

This sillyhead is merely a poor boy unsure how to handle the situation. And he isn't sure he understands what Gumby means, so he tries again for explanations.

"Milliways," Tristran says again. "It's...the name of the place you're in right now." He lets out a breath. "Do you...understand?"

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

Gumby looks at him.

He cranes his neck, and looks left.

Slowly, he looks right.

He looks down at his feet, swinging his arms a little. He is thinking very hard.

After a long silence, he looks back at Tristran. "I come here for the doctor. It was on the door."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran nods slowly. He begins to speak as simply as he can, hoping that the man, whoever he was, would understand. Even a little bit. "Yes...sometimes the door appears...connecting the place where we're from--in your case, I suppose, the doctor's office--to this bar." He gestures his hand to their environment. "I'm not sure why it happens," he continues, "but it's nothing to be alarmed about." He looks expectantly at the man. "And as for your doctor...he's probably still back where you came from. In your world."

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

Gumby steps back and ponders this for a moment.

"That doesn't make any sense," he says, after the moment becomes very long indeed.

[path-that-rocks.livejournal.com]

There's a *poof* of flame in the vicinity of the man's shoulder.

"You're not just gonna take this lying down, are you?" says a small voice in his ear.

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

It doesn't occur to Gumby to look for a voice in his ear on his shoulder.

He turns around.

Seeing nobody, he turns around again. "Hello?"

[its-a-robe.livejournal.com]

*Poof.*

"Over here," says another small voice from the other shoulder.

[path-that-rocks.livejournal.com]

"They're ignoring you," says the first voice. "Maybe you should try shouting again."

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

Gumby jumps, this time, followed by some frantic looks around.

"Who's there?"

[its-a-robe.livejournal.com]

"Now, wait a minute, patience is a -- ngack!" goes the second voice, and then there is the feeling of a very tiny fist wrapping around some of Mr. Gumby's hair.

Sam's pinwheeling his other arm wildly and flapping his wings to keep his perch.

"Ahem."

[path-that-rocks.livejournal.com]

Ralph's already anchored himself by dint of a pitchfork through the sweater vest.

"It's me. I'm your conscience."

Smirk, smirk.

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

Gumby feels around for his conscience.

His hands close around something.

"What're you doing next to my head?" Isn't that sort of thing supposed to be on the inside?

[its-a-robe.livejournal.com]

"Urk."

Okay, this hasn't happened before.

Sam would say more, but he's starting to turn blue.

[path-that-rocks.livejournal.com]

"Ack."

So's Ralph.

It clashes horribly with his jumpsuit.

He flails about a bit with the pitchfork, landing a blow on the thumb that's pinning his other arm to his side.

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

"Whoaaarwr!"

Or that's approximately the sound Gumby makes. Both fists full of conscience open quite quickly, as he sucks on his pricked thumb.

"It's never done that before," he mumbles, still not having really noticed the tiny angel and devil.