Basil Disco

Basil Disco. Human. (AU human Twelfth Doctor roleplay blog. Messages don't work on this blog for some reason, so please message me on my main blog, @doctorxii, or one of my other roleplay blogs, @floofydoctor or @actuallybillpotts) (was previously @velvetdoctor) (will probably use prison verse as default) 

[actuallybasil]

moving this au to join with another au of mine on @timelordlost

any asks/threads I have/had can be moved there on request!

[actuallybasil]

moving this au to join with another au of mine on @timelordlost

any asks/threads I have/had can be moved there on request!

[actuallybasil]

canspotatimeagent:

Even if he hadn’t gotten to know Basil as well as he had over the past few weeks, Jack could hear the awkwardness loud and clear in those questions. He was good with people, always had been - one of his many talents was understanding people and reading between the lines of what they were saying to what they actually meant. Now was such a time, and it made him smile.

“I’m alright,” he admitted, staring at his hands for a moment before he looked back out across the room. “It hasn’t been easy - actually, it’s a lot harder than I thought it’d be - but you’ve helped me a lot, too, you know. So thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

Basil didn’t really know how to respond to that. He didn’t often do things for others that they would want to thank him for, so he didn’t know what he was supposed to say. “I know I didn’t have to. But I wanted to.” Why he had wanted to - well, he couldn’t really explain that. Or wouldn’t. Either one of those. 

He decided he didn’t want to say anything more about that, so changed the subject. “Do you have a least favourite guard yet?” Basil certainly did, and had ensured that he was that guard’s least favourite prisoner. 

[grab-an-idea]

Stupid Decisions Sentence Starters

“No one ever made history by being like everybody else.”

“If plan A doesn’t work the alphabet has 25 other letters.”

“In my defense, I was left unattended.”

“Hey… No need to go in there.”

“I may have let the success go to my head.”

“If at first, you don’t succeed. Make sure you carry a parachute.”

“Well, hello there. You look like a bad decision. Come on over here.”

“You’re the one who left me alone! So technically this is partly your fault.”

“I tried to be good. But I go bored.”

“I left you alone for like Five Minutes!”

“Why am I the only adult in a room full of adults?”

“Everything happens for a reason. But sometimes that reason is your stupid and make bad decisions.”

“Do I even want to know?”

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying are you?”

“You’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”

“I swear some of these rules are only created to try and make sense out of the stupid decisions you made.”

[1xx7]

Hurt & bitter starter sentences

❝ You’re too mean, I don’t like you ❞

❝ That’s not what I want at all❞

❝ You don’t love me. Big fucking deal! ❞

❝ You told me again you prefered handsome man but for me you were making exception ❞

❝ When I wake up I’m afraid somebody else might take my place ❞

❝ We just aren’t going to stay like this forever ❞

❝ Fuck you anyway❞

❝ I’ll be good and I’ll love the world like I should❞

❝ I’ll never tell you how I feel ❞

❝ If you leave then I’ll be afraid of everything ❞

❝ It hurts but I won’t fight you ❞

❝ All we do is hide away ❞

❝ I send my best regards from hell ❞

❝ I’ve been upside down… ❞

❝ Is there somewhere you can meet me? ❞

❝ Oh but you got away, didn’t you?❞

❝ This isn’t fun anymore… Never hurt like this before. ❞

❝ This house don’t feel like home. ❞

❝ But if you loved me then why’d you leave me?❞

❝ It almost feels like a joke. ❞

❝ I’ll be good for all of the times that I never could❞

❝ I’ll wait for you baby, that’s all I do baby ❞

❝ One may think we’re alright, but we need pills to sleep at night❞

❝ I hope my smile can distract you so it never has to show and you’ll never know❞

❝ You suck anyways ❞

❝ That was called love…❞

❝ Go ahead and cry me a river ❞

❝ Don’t cry no more for me, don’t spend your time convincing me ❞

❝ We need lies to make it throught the day… We’re not okay.❞

❝ I don’t even think of you that often ❞

❝ If you love me don’t let go ❞

❝ That’s one thing I’d never say to you ❞

❝ Just don’t. ❞

❝ Can’t they see I’m hurting enough? ❞

❝ We don’t feel like outsiders at all ❞

❝ Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay. ❞

❝ You look so cold…❞

❝ We both know it’s not fashionable to love me ❞

[actuallybasil]

Random starters: Fainting/unconscious edition

"Wake up... please wake up..."

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit faint..."

"N-no no! Stay with me now!"

"Keep breathing, you'll be fine."

"Oh! You're awake! You've been out for so long-!"

"I found you unconscious back there. What happened?"

"Hey, are you alright over there?!"

"We found you in a horrid state.. but we patched you up as best we could!"

"Don't try to move. Just get some rest, okay?"

"Oh, I guess you weren't dead after all."

"Hey! This one finally woke up! Get me a doctor!"

"Shh... take it easy, there's no rush. You were passed out for a long time, you see."

"Ow.. my aching-"

"Ugh... where...?"

"Help me.. someone..."

"I can't hold on... fading away.."

"What happened? Where is this-!"

"Gah! S-stay away from m-me! I don't know who you are!"

"Did.. did you save me back there? Thanks.. I guess."

"I was passed out for that long?!"

"Help me up.. please help me up..."

"What happened to me anyways? I feel so lightheaded..."

"Am I in a hospital? I wasn't here before.."

"Where is everyone? How long was I gone?!"

[actuallybasil]

canspotatimeagent:

“Suppose it depends on where you go - most places I’ve been are a bit more comfortable with the shades of grey. Then again…. some places are even worse than this. Guess it’s in their best interest.”

“In their best interest, yeah. Not ours though.” Basil watched Jack for a moment. “How...are you? Are you...coping?” It was becoming increasingly obvious that Basil had no idea how to express any care he had for others. He hadn’t had a close relationship, platonic or otherwise, the whole time he’d been in here. He wanted to express concern and care for Jack, but he was honestly just guessing at how to do that. 

[actuallybasil]

simplicity-of-control:

“That I can use.” Harry said, already hatching a plan. “One weak link is all we need, and humans are so deliciously superstitious.” He smirked. “I will need to get close to him, allow him to knock me out if needed.” He went on to explain. “Best case scenario I need thirty seconds of uninterrupted eye contact, worst case I can do with a touch.” That was all he needed to plant the seed in the guard’s mind, spark the paranoia and fear into action.

Basil thought for a moment, deciding it would be best not to question Harry’s methods. He was his new best friend, after all, and Basil wanted to keep his friend. “They’ll only knock you out if it’s less trouble than keeping you awake. Whenever I’ve caused problems by shouting, screaming, kicking the bars, that sort of thing, they’ve just beaten me until I’ve ‘learned my lesson’. They don’t like it when you shout because the other prisoners might join in. Eye contact might be an issue, because they have mirrored sunglasses. To make them more anonymous, I assume. But a touch will be easy enough.”

[actuallybasil]

simplicity-of-control:

“In that case I shall be your new best friend.” Harry said, or more stated as he didn’t leave it up for argument. Basil was useful, and he’d be sure to keep the man close for his own benefit. Perhaps even help him get out when he eventually escaped.

“Which guard is the weakest willed one.” He asked.

“New best friend,” Basil repeated to himself. Well, that felt strange. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been able to consider another living person a friend. 

“Which guard? Well...I wouldn’t say any of them are particularly weak willed. They’re hired for their ability to carry out orders accurately, and use violence without hesitation or half-heartedness. They’re strong. And won’t hesitate to knock you out if you’re causing them a problem. But one of them thinks one of the cells is haunted, and he was involved in denying a sick prisoner treatment, who went on to die here. I think he’s afraid of being haunted by the ghost of that prisoner.” 

[actuallybasil]

starryhost:

Well, this was going to be interesting–most days Al could barely do the whole living thing themselves. They offered a slightly reassuring smile in any case.

“I…could probably help with that. First things first–”

They rubbed at their arms for a moment.

“–it’s cold. We should, uh, go back inside.”

“Is it?” Basil couldn’t tell that it was any colder than he was used to in his cell. Was that bad? It was probably bad, because it meant he’d grown accustomed to being cold constantly. 

He didn’t argue, though. His hesitation wasn’t because he didn’t want to go inside, but the straight street was suddenly unfamiliar and lacked the corners and turns of the corridors he was used to. Which one was his house again? It wasn’t number twelve, because that was his cell number. The other number he was supposed to remember had just sort of disappeared from his mind. So Basil just stood for a moment, not looking at them, hoping some kind of plan would develop. 

[actuallybasil]

simplicity-of-control:

“So actually it would be in my best interest not to be seen talking to you at all, is that what you’re saying?” He raised an eyebrow at the other man. “There hasn’t been a prison I have not been able to escape, but no need to make it harder than it has to be by painting a target on my back.”

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying. But it’s also in your best interest to befriend me, considering I know everything it’s possible for a prisoner to know about this prison. You don’t want them to associate you with me, but you want to be on my good side.” 

Basil leaned back on his chair, appearing relaxed, but his tone suggested otherwise. “This prison is probably a little more difficult to navigate than you’re used to. It’s designed deliberately to confuse everyone in it.”

[actuallybasil]

starryhost:

Okay, they knew that was a really, really stupid question. Al stared at him almost blankly for a second, collecting their thoughts. Well, time to attempt to fix things, and hope they didn’t indefinitely make things worse.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, that was dumb–Is there anyway I could…maybe…help? At least at the moment?”

“Help.” Basil repeated, and went silent for a while before he answered. “Help, yes. With life. I don’t know how to…live.” 

Of course he literally knew how to survive, but live a life worth living? Well, Basil wouldn’t know much about that. Life in prison certainly hadn’t been that, and that was all he knew. 

[actuallybasil]

simplicity-of-control:

“Not much left to corrupt, I assure you.” He chuckled, still looking into the cameras and smirking. Whoever was looking through it would definitely be able to tell he was up to no good. He turned and looked at Basil. “We’ve got to trick Big Brother into thinking we’re not going to do anything then.”

“No, no, stop...you might not care about those cameras, but I’ve got a reputation that means I have no choice but to care. They know me. I’ve been here long enough. They will come for me.” 

[actuallybasil]

starryhost:

Oh, oh no, Al didn’t mean to make him start crying. That wasn’t good–How were they supposed to help him without crossing any boundaries? Their primary comforting attempts almost always involved hugging, or something, and they figured he wouldn’t want it.

“Uh…you…you okay?”

“Okay?” Basil repeated, turning to look at them. “Am I okay?” There were tears on his cheeks, but his voice remained oddly calm. Right up until the point where he snapped. “NO. I am not and never will be okay.” 

[actuallybasil]

simplicity-of-control:

“You’d think they were holding the world’s most dangerous criminals in here.” Harry said and smirked. “You’re sure of it, so you don’t actually know if someone is always watching?” He asked and moved his gaze to one of the more visible cameras in the room.

“I don’t know for sure, but I can’t see how else they could’ve caught me every time I’ve ever done anything. They’re quick about it, too. They seem the type to watch constantly, anyway. Regardless of how wrong that is.” Basil cleared his throat. “Don’t look. Don’t look at the cameras. Or they’ll think we’re plotting something. I’ve got a reputation. You’re new. They’ll think I’m corrupting you.”

[actuallybasil]

simplicity-of-control:

“I will manage it.” Harry said confidently. There wasn’t a cell or prison in the universe he couldn’t break out of given enough time. This was only a human prison, shouldn’t take him that long. “Just point me to all the cameras and the guards schedule and I’ll be out of here in a week.”

“It’s not that easy.” Basil shook his head. “Their schedule changes every day. There’s always someone watching the cameras, I’m sure of it. And if you’re caught trying to escape...well, you won’t be able to try again for at least another week.” He spoke from experience. 

[actuallybasil]

starryhost:

Al shrugged and shoved their hands back into their pockets. Their only reason was, well, something they’d know he’d deny. So they stood silent for a few moments, trying to come up with something else to claim their reason was.

Nothing came to mind, unfortunately, and with a quiet sigh, they just said their actual reason.

“I…thought you might want company?”

Basil didn’t reply to them. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted company or not, really. He’d always felt lonely in prison, but now that he was out, human interaction frightened him. The only contact he’d had with people in there was either in fights or being pushed around by guards. People were cruel, and his mind held that perception as a defence and a wall. Let nobody in, let nobody close. Basil didn’t need anybody. At least, that was what he told himself even as tears came to his eyes.