Bite The Hand That Feeds You

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Who: Tamara, Greg, Ivan, the Doctor
What: Fame has its price. That price is FANS.
When: Varies.
Where: Varies.
Warnings: None expected.

And to think, the day started out so nice...

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[trustme]

[ Doctor takes the regular precautions when he goes out as Angel has instructed. Wear sunglasses, try a hat, try in general to wear a different fashion from what you do on stage. For Doctor that means a t-shirt, dark glasses, and a- wait what's that on his head? Is that a fez?

Apparently this morning when he heads out to the local bookstore he makes the fateful mistake of wearing one of his favorite hats, completely forgetting the photos that have been snapped of him wearing it before. How many people walk around wearing a fez in Vista City? A lot of Doctor's fans do now but otherwise there's pretty much just one person who would. A hardcore FoB fan will likely recognize him within a few seconds of seeing him standing by himself reading in the Physical Sciences section of the bookstore. ]

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It's Doctor!

[The cry goes up, loud and unsubtle, from a teenaged kid wearing much the same fez, drawing the attention of the rest of his little traveling group. As one, they begin pushing through the store towards him -- very literally, as they knock aside a woman who didn't get out of the way in time, and send a display rack toppling to one side.]

[trustme]

[ Doctor turns at the shout and watches the chaos that ensues, grimacing when one of the guests gets knocked. He throws his hands up in front of him and waves them downward, trying to signal to the group of his fans to quiet down. ]

Are you all right? [ He calls past the fans towards the woman that had been bumped by the teens. He looks at his little fanclub. ] Someone please make sure she's all right.

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Oh she's fine! [Says one guy in the back who obviously hasn't even looked, as the group begins to crowd around -- surrounding him and doing their best to crowd uncomfortably close.]

Sing something!
Sign my fez!
When's the next record coming out?
You should do a solo project!

[trustme]

Just a minute! Just- [ Doctor steps forward to try getting a better look at the state of the woman and the rack. He can barely see them but when he stands on his toes he can see something going on back there. ]

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[And what's going on back there is the woman clutching the side of her head as another guy drops to his knees next to her. Blood oozes out between her fingers, though she's still conscious -- probably just a scalp wound, which are of course notorious bleeders.]

[But he gets only a couple seconds of this before one of the crowd thrusts their fez in his line of sight. And they're continuing to crowd closer, still babbling and completely ignoring any concept of personal space.]

[trustme]

[ Oh no- no how can these people not see the scene behind them? That lady needs a doctor- not him but- oh! ]

I'll treat you all to a song if you please call an ambulance for that poor woman over there! Please someone alert the store staff!

[ He waves in the direction of the fallen woman. He can't see her but it's not like she could have moved far. At least someone was over there checking on her. ]

Be good to yourself and others- we always say that at concerts. You know that. So help her!

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[His entreaties at least get them to look... oh, but someone was helping her already! With a voiced sentiment that she'd surely be fine, the fans turned their attention back to their idol, clamoring for that song he'd promised and still waving their fezes at him.]

[trustme]

[ If they were just going to stand there they could at least do it somewhere other than where someone's bleeding. Doctor isn't about to perform right there of all places. ]

All right everyone, I will perform for you outside- it'd be rude to make a lot of noise in here while people are reading. [ Or bleeding. ] Move to the exits- we'll gather round on the street corner. My ride from Virgo has my cello in the car.

[ He points them down the opposite end of the book shelf, away from the accident. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone to send a quick text. Oh he'll call his bodyguard for help all right. First to make sure that an ambulance is on the way. ]

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[Someone named Doctor really shouldn't be so squeamish about a little blood!]

[The fans let out a store-disrupting cheer. They're heedless of his actions -- the hurt woman doesn't even register as a person to them, and celebrities are always on their phones, right? They're pretty ungracious about stampeding for the exit he'd aimed them towards, though...]