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capeandcowllogs2011-04-01 10:26 pm
sorcerersupreme) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-04-01 10:26 pm
Whenever I post Doc logs, I want to sing Witch Doctor, but...
WHO: Stephen Strange and Querl/Brainiac 5
WHERE: 152 West 3rd Street
WHEN: April 1st, afternoon-ish
WARNINGS: Doctor Strange trolling green alien kids. Yep, that's right.
SUMMARY: Querl has questions for a brain surgeon.
FORMAT: Para to start and then I'm cool with whatever. :)
True to his world, Stephen was fidgeting with the kettle and the old fashioned gas stove in his kitchen when he sensed the presence nearing his home. The hot water wasn't anywhere near ready yet, but it wouldn't be catastrophic to leave it for a moment to run to the door. He was a little bit baffled as to why the strange (apparently alien) lad would be more interested in him as a neurologist than a sorcerer, but alternate realities could be very confusing and there was just no accounting for taste in any given dimension. Still, Stephen hoped he could be of some help. He'd been trapped in the City for too long to remain stagnant.
The hallway and foyer were at least clearer than they'd been a few days ago when Zatanna had visited and Stephen was happy for that. Still everyone seemed quite understanding regarding the present condition of his home. Smiling benignly, he unlocked the door, turning the knob and greeting his guest before the boy had a chance to knock.
"Querl, I take it?" Perhaps it was bad karma, but Strange couldn't help but be amused by the stubborn disbelief Querl had displayed earlier and was eager to prove him wrong.
WHERE: 152 West 3rd Street
WHEN: April 1st, afternoon-ish
WARNINGS: Doctor Strange trolling green alien kids. Yep, that's right.
SUMMARY: Querl has questions for a brain surgeon.
FORMAT: Para to start and then I'm cool with whatever. :)
True to his world, Stephen was fidgeting with the kettle and the old fashioned gas stove in his kitchen when he sensed the presence nearing his home. The hot water wasn't anywhere near ready yet, but it wouldn't be catastrophic to leave it for a moment to run to the door. He was a little bit baffled as to why the strange (apparently alien) lad would be more interested in him as a neurologist than a sorcerer, but alternate realities could be very confusing and there was just no accounting for taste in any given dimension. Still, Stephen hoped he could be of some help. He'd been trapped in the City for too long to remain stagnant.
The hallway and foyer were at least clearer than they'd been a few days ago when Zatanna had visited and Stephen was happy for that. Still everyone seemed quite understanding regarding the present condition of his home. Smiling benignly, he unlocked the door, turning the knob and greeting his guest before the boy had a chance to knock.
"Querl, I take it?" Perhaps it was bad karma, but Strange couldn't help but be amused by the stubborn disbelief Querl had displayed earlier and was eager to prove him wrong.