About that trunk... [Active]

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Character(s): The Doctor, Yuuko, Sora and Mr. H (thus far... annnnd anyone from Team TARDIS who decides to follow the Doctor.)
Content: The Doctor meets with those who thinks he can open a trunk lock... but of course, he doesn't have a trunk to unlock.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat near Niflheim
Time: Morning... just into week 2. >.>;
Warnings: DOCTOR POST FLOOD Nada



He did feel a bit guilty for sort of tricking those he was meeting, but he was quite sure the journals weren't to be trusted, so there really hadn't been any other way. Not easily anyways. Of course, whether this would work was another matter, but he'd decided to be optimistic. It could well work. There were people here from all kinds of universes with abilities the Doctor couldn't even quite explain (and that was always saying something) so the possibility that one of them really could open it was there.

Of course, he'd made one mistake of failing to mention an exact time, but morning would seem logical, so he went with that.

Sitting outside the cafe, with a cup of tea, he waited patiently. The door wasn't going anywhere, after all, he had plenty of time.

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Yuuko was dressed suitably, switching out her normal 'lounge about the house' kimonos with a sexy pair of red jeans and a black halter. Her sneakers were red and white and had little red wing designs on the side. She also wore a scarf around her neck that was red. Her hair was braided into two separate braids that hung down her back with a few loose strands framing her face. She had a large bag hanging from her arm, probably carrying equipment she might need.

She had a knack for knowing when to be at a place when she was needed, it was fate after all, so it wasn't a surprise that she found herself at Cafe Ersesat in the morning. Yuuko brushed away some of the strands with a flick of her black gloved hand and spied a young man sitting outside drinking tea. Without another word she sat down, placing her bag beside her feet and folding her hands so she could rest her chin on them, her elbows propped on the table, "The Doctor, I presume? I believe you called for me?"