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Nov. 25th, 2007 10:34 pmThe Doctor fidgeted. It wasn’t so much the lights blinding her right eye, the hard wooden chair poking her in the back, or the intense yet disinterested scrutiny of the man in front of her that was wearing on her nerves. It was all three.
She cleared her throat. “That’s a very difficult question.”
“Just answer it.”
She stared at the bit of whitewashed wall to her inquisitor’s left. She bit her lip. “Forty-two?”
For once, My-Name-Is-Not-Important appeared confused. She approved of this. Showed he was capable of emotion. “What?”
Briskly, “Well, you didn’t say it couldn’t be the mathematical reason for living, did you?” She stood. You could almost hear her back cry out in relief. Something had to be done about replacing those chairs. “I’ve answered all twenty-two questions. Legally, you can’t keep me here anymore. I’d like my jacket back, if you don’t mind. The gentleman outside rifling through the pockets may keep the jelly babies if he likes, I’ve more at home.”
“Just a few more minutes, Dr. Stewart.” He rustled the papers in front of him for lack of anything else to do that would make him look busy and important.
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Prompt: 206 - What do you live for?
Word Count: 501
She cleared her throat. “That’s a very difficult question.”
“Just answer it.”
She stared at the bit of whitewashed wall to her inquisitor’s left. She bit her lip. “Forty-two?”
For once, My-Name-Is-Not-Important appeared confused. She approved of this. Showed he was capable of emotion. “What?”
Briskly, “Well, you didn’t say it couldn’t be the mathematical reason for living, did you?” She stood. You could almost hear her back cry out in relief. Something had to be done about replacing those chairs. “I’ve answered all twenty-two questions. Legally, you can’t keep me here anymore. I’d like my jacket back, if you don’t mind. The gentleman outside rifling through the pockets may keep the jelly babies if he likes, I’ve more at home.”
“Just a few more minutes, Dr. Stewart.” He rustled the papers in front of him for lack of anything else to do that would make him look busy and important.
( Rest under cut. Rated F for blatant footnote useage. )
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theatrical_musePrompt: 206 - What do you live for?
Word Count: 501
