A Taste For Adventure?|Open (casual) INACTIVE

[JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU]

The man now known as Dr. John Doolittle sat back in his easy chair and glanced again at his pocket watch.
"Now You stop that or I'll have to hide it...again." Polynesia warned from her perch on the bookshelf. Doolittle rolled his eyes. He had set aside a whole day from his busy schedule, just for this meeting. He had gotten up at his usual time of 6:00 clock that morning, and had started work immediately after breakfast. Unfortunately his flat was kept in pristine order, so he had little to do except prepare snacks and put away some books from his nightly read.
He glanced at his pocket watch again. He hoped that some people had considered his advertisements that read...

Would you like some fresh sea air?
Do you feel like you don't have enough excitement in your life?
Do you long for a taste of adventure?
If any of the above are true, or if this advertisement has aroused your curiosity. Please attend an informational meeting at three o' clock

And than he listed his address and mentioned that refreshments will be provided. He checked his watch again and got up to get some tea and maybe make himself a quick sandwich. He was almost always on time, when he wasn't he was early. And he had subconsciously expected the rest of the world to be as punctual as he was. "Polynesia if anyone comes while I'm in the kitchen. Please let them in and help them feel comfortable."
"Yes Doctor. I know the drill." Aside from the fact that it was a physiological impossibility, Doolittle could have sworn that he saw her smirk.

[christine]

It was an overcast day. Today Christine put on warm clothing. It was a little chilly, and somewhat rainy. Placing her hair in her hood, she continued to walk down the street. Turning a corner not to far away from the apartment building, she thought it would be a good idea to go grocery shopping. Knowing she would need to buy some food for later on. As she walked she stopped and found a card on the sidewalk. It had an address, and a mans name. Dr. John Doolittle". Christine looked around for the owner, but he was no where to be found.

Christine followed the address first, looking at the clock that wasn't too far away it read six fifty nine. The rain, was still coming down from the sky, fixing her hood, Christine went into the direction of the man's address. Knocking on the door, underneath the roof, she said " I hope this is the right address " she said softly to herself as she leaned against the side of the house. Her eyes gazed upon the coming down rain

[JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU]

John was still in the kitchen, preparing tea the same way he did everything, precisely.
Polynesia had spotted the woman in outside the door and opened it, using one of the many ingenious devices that John had designed to make the house more parrot- friendly. "Please come in, and make yourself comfortable. The Doctor will be out right away."
A low whistle erupted from the kitchen, and John walked through the door. He almost immediately spotted Christine. "Why Hello. Would you like some tea? Or if you're a bit peckish there's fruit on the coffee table." He was glad that someone had answered his inquiries.

[christine]

Christine entered the house, once it opened. Then she heard a voice. "Thank you for letting me in...its very -" she stopped in mid-sentance. Turning around she didn't see anyone there for a moment. Walking over to a couch, she sat down and took off her hood and looked about. It was a nice home indeed. Filled with very interesting objects. Christine looked about and saw a man come out of the kitchen. "Oh! Yes! I would love to have some....thank you" she said a moment later. Then she looked at her card and said "Sir...are you Monsieur Dootlittle? " she asked looking up at the man. "I found your card lying on the sidewalk outside. I followed the address here" she said softly in a gentle tone. Christine sat there and waited for his answer patiently.

[JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU]

Doolittle poured some tea into a glass and handed it to the lady. He pointed out the cream sugar and honey. " Yes I am John Doolittle, and this..." John indicated the blue and gold macaw which flew down and landed on his shoulder. "is Polynesia".
Polynesia tipped her head. "Good afternoon." John poured a cup of water sweetened with fruit juice and honey for Polynesia, who flew down and started sipping out of it in a very human like manner."
"Well it's always good to have company..."
"usually his company consists of zoology texts." Polynesia commented in a gossiping tone.
Doolittle glared at the parrot before continuing."But you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name but I have no idea about yours. Hopefully some other people will show up before we get down to business." He said, taking a sip of tea and starting to peel an orange.

[sasha]

Elissa tightly hugged her jacket to her slender frame as the rain pelted her head and shoulders. She'd made the long trek to the Village on a whim, as the apartment made her feel claustrophobic and flighty. It just wasn't the same without Aeneas; all it was was a space, and not a home. Traces of him still lingered, and her heart broke just a little more each time something reminded her of him. On those occasions, she'd leave. Most of the time, she ended up in the Village, even if it was a subconscious habit. You know what, Di? the thought, Why don't you get out of that hellhole and move down here? It was a possibility.

In the meantime, however, the rain was dragging her down, and she was desperately seeking someplace warm. The Upper East Side was too far away to walk, and she didn't have enough money for public transport. Shit. She knew she'd forgotten something—as if she hadn't been forgetting things left and right as of late. There had to be somewhere she could go and sit (without needing to buy something first) until the rain eased up.

Almost out of nowhere, a man in a business suit who was using his briefcase as an umbrella came rushing toward her in the opposite direction. "What's your problem, you dumb bitch?! Get out of the middle of the sidewalk!" he shouted, shoving her to his left. And then he was gone.

Elissa fell against a street light, her head banging into the cool metal. It took a moment for her to register the wet piece of paper her cheek was stuck against. Although the ink was running on account of the weather, she could still make out a few words. Something about sea air and needing excitement in one's life. "Sounds promising," she grumbled to herself, even though there was a hint of skepticism niggling at her brain. It'd be warm, though. She'd go.

She wasn't too far from the address provided on the paper. Within five minutes, she was at the door, giving it a light knock. As she waited, she looked down at the paper and hoped that she had read the address correctly. Hopefully the ink hadn't formed the wrong numbers...

[JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU]

Doolittle heard the knock and got up from his chair. "If you'll excuse me ladies I must go and get this." As he left he heard Polynesia complain,"Of course when we Don't have company he's happy to let me get the door and carry on with his business." He couldn't really complain it was in the nature of birds, and particularly social birds like parrots, to be gossips. Of course it didn't help that Polynesia was fluent in English. However he put those thoughts aside as he opened the door. "Good evening miss. Just come in and make yourself comfortable. There's tea and fruit on the table if you want it. The meeting should start in about ten minutes. If any more guests arrive than I'll be sure to catch them up to speed. May I take your coat?"

[christine]

Christine smiled at the doctor. He was indeed, quiet handsome as well. Looking up at the bird, that flew to his shoulder she gave out a little light laugh. The birds name was beautiful as well. "Oh! Polynesia, and Mr. Dootlittle. A pleasure on meeting you both!" she said sweetly. Then christine took the cup from the man, and started to stir her tea, after she put some cream into it. Then settled the spoon on the plate.

Almost choking on her tea, she looked at the bird, who talked. ".....did...she just talk?" she asked curiously. Unsure, of what to do when she talked. Christine had never seen a bird that could talk. However, she had never been around enough animals as of late.

Then she placed the tea upon the table in front of her a moment later. Clearing her throat she said "Oh...excuse me... " she said a moment later. Then said "My name is Christine..." she said softly smiling at the man known as John Doolittle now. Christine looked at him and then at the bird. "If you don't mind on me asking sir, what kind of bird is Polynesia?" she asked softly.

[sasha]

Elissa had hardly been waiting a minute when the sturdy wooden door opened. On the other side was a well put together man, no doubt the owner of the residence. Stealing a quick glance at the paper in her hand, she found the name of the host. "Um, is this the residence of a—" she looked down at the paper again—"John Moreau?" Her tone was flat, and her expression was blank. All she wanted was somewhere to sit and warm up.

He didn't say his name, but he invited her inside and mentioned a meeting of some sort. This had to be the place, then. Stepping inside, she gave him a wan smile and began to unbutton her jacket. "That would be great, thanks," she answered. It was difficult to remove the garment because it was so soaked that it stuck to her blouse underneath. She chuckled nervously and finally took it off. When the chill air hit her upon removing the jacket, she shivered very noticeably. "Yes, I think I could use some tea. Thank you, again."

She walked into the parlour and spotted the fruit and tea on the table. In the same room were a young woman and an exotic bird. "Uh, hi," she said to the woman. And then she made a beeline for the tea. Taking a cup in one hand and the pot in the other, she fixed herself a drink. However, she didn't take a seat, as she felt uncomfortable that her soaked clothing would ruin his nice furniture.

So, she stood there in complete silence, only moving to take a sip of tea.

[JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU]

After Christine made her first comment Polynesia chuckled. "Of course I can talk, don't you know it's rude to talk about nearby people as if their not there, though I'm not technically a person but still..."
Meanwhile Doolittle was busy welcoming the newest guest. "Yes. Though I could have sworn I put down 'Doolittle'. That's the last name I prefer, though it isn't the one I sign my checks with. Either the gents at the print shop got it mixed up, I had a lapse of memory, or Polynesia played a cruel prank on me." He said as he took her jacket and hung it on the coat rack.
As he returned, Polynesia was still lecturing miss Daae on manners and John's apparent lack of them. As Polynesia quieted down John heard Christine's introduction and question. "She is a blue and gold macaw, though she is about a thousand times more intelligent than the average parrot, and as or more intelligent than most people." Doolittle turned to the other woman and pointed out a rather ornate chair. "I owned that chair during my time as a shipboard doctor, trust me the damp won't harm it at all, if that's what your worried about." He then checked his pocket watch, and seeing that ten minutes had passed, turned to Polynesia. "Polynesia will you please wait by the door and let any guests in?" Polynesia obliged and Doolittle turned to the ladies. "Go ahead and get to know each other, and any other people who may show up. I have to go grab some maps if you'll excuse me." Doolittle turned and left, off to find some charts and paper work.

[sasha]

Now, many people had called Elissa Purcell crazy throughout the years, but upon hearing the parrot speak coherent English, she felt as though there may have been some truth to what they had said. Blinking a few times and glancing at the bird, she dared not speak; she really did not want to come across as crazy if she were, in fact, imagining the whole thing. However, she'd realized that this wasn't some sort of hallucination; John had told the other woman more about the bird before going off to grab some maps. So, it was just a really smart bird. She could deal with that as an explanation.

Now left alone in the room with the other woman, she made her way to the seat that John had let her sit upon. Without making an effort to shake the younger woman's hand, she casually introduced herself, "Uh, hi there. I'm Elissa. Elissa Purcell. It's nice to meet you." Well, she wasn't particularly as sincere as she could have been, but she was cold, tired, and soaking wet. Oh, that and she kind of didn't like a lot of people. "So..." she trailed off awkwardly, leaving a silence hanging between them.

Well, if this wasn't uncomfortable, she wasn't sure what was.

[christine]

Once the two girls were alone, Christine picked up her tea once more, and stirred it a bit. Then she took another sip of it and looked at the young girl who had just enter. The poor girl was soaked to the skin. Christine frowned lightly at her, she wished she could do something to help her get dry. Wanting to say something, Christine remained silent. There was nothing to say once there was silence once the doctor had left them alone.

Then the girl spoke. She sounded nervous, and was very soft spoken. Once she introduced herself she gave her a little smile. "Hello there Elissa. Im Christine. Christine Daae. Its nice to meet you too" She said smiling softly at the young girl. Christine didn't give her maiden name, she just felt like using Daae again. A moment of silence had fallen between them she wanted to begin small talk but there was nothing to say for a while.

Clearing her throat she said "....So.....how'd you hear about Monsieur Doolittle?" she asked curiously. "I found his card laying in the street somewhere this morning" she said with a soft smile. Pulling his card up from the table. Showing to her. "He's really quiet interesting i must say. The parrot is a beautiful bird too." she said softly. Trying to make small talk with her. Silence fell upon them again softly as she took another sip of her tea. Not sure of what to say next.

[JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU]

It had taken him a while to find the charts he was looking for. For the most part he kept his house in a state of pristine cleanliness. But he didn't want to delve into his past on a regular basis so he didn't really care where he kept those charts.
After a while he entered the room and spread the maps on the coffee table. One was a map of the island and another showed the islands location in relation to the surrounding area.
"As I promised in my advertisement there will be excitement and adventure, and I am planning on taking a boat to the location so there will be exposure to sea air. But it will be a venture with a large amount of danger in it."
He pointed to the map of the island. "I am planning on selling this property, but before I can even put it on the market I need it cleared of some dangerous imported fauna."

[christine]

Christine took a sip of her tea and looked at the girl who introduced herself to Elisa. Then the man came back for a moment. A light sigh escaped from her. The two girls didn't say much for conversation. Even though Christine, was trying to communicate with her. She knew she was probably nervous as well. Christine looked at the man known as John Doolittle.

Raising an eyebrow she said "Excitement and Adventure" she said softly. "Oh, this sounds like its going to be a fun day" she said in a soft tone. Christine looked at John and said nothing for a bit. Leaning over the table to see where he was pointing at.

Then she was told he was going to sell this property. Which kind of made her confused. Christine looked at him and said "If...you sell this property Sir, where is it you will live then?" she asked curiously. Then she looked back at the map again then back at him.

[sasha]

An uncomfortable silence passed between the two women as they waited for Dr. Doolittle. Heh, Doolittle, thought the waiting Elissa, slightly amused as she began to think of his name and also his status as a doctor. She was sure he got a lot of remarks about that, especially because of that Eddie Murphy film. The blonde was sure that she should have been conversing with the young woman, but she was still freezing her ass off. The teacup warmed her fingers, and the drink itself made her feel a little warm inside, but it wasn't enough.

When he finally returned, Di only found herself half-listening. Though, something piqued her interest. So, he was planning to sell this brownstone. Judging by the foyer alone, it was a beautiful residence, and she had been seriously considering moving to the Village from the Upper East Side. She didn't really mesh with the people there, and, if she was being completely honest with herself, she was going crazy in the old apartment. Aeneas still lingered there in spirit. So, maybe moving into this apartment was worth looking into.

"I'm afraid that I'm not up for any adventures, Doctor, but if you are planning to sell this apartment, I would definitely be interested."