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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Music Room
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	The shriek was noted and summarily ignored. Were the Doctor less concerned with the uncomfortable hunk of metal embedded in his torso, he might have plugged an ear, winced, and continued with his evening. But he [i]was[/i] concerned. And shot. And only found the continuing exchange irritating. [color=7d6c00]"Don't try to sound so surprised. He has been 'playing dead' since the beginning of this social abortion, I suspect by design just prior to you [i]shooting me[/i]."[/color] Swamp looked distastefully to Plum, [color=7d6c00]"Your puppet has been sitting on the fence this whole time, fully awake, playing for an advantage. Regardless, he still requires medical attention."[/color] Probably as much now as Swamp did, himself.

	Gathering this little foray into what the houseman, Jasper, had very justly referred to as "fuckery", Swamp would just as soon remove himself from the event altogether. Why he decided to attend in the first place was fast becoming a mystery to him. But so long as he was stuck in this quagmire, he may as well try to see it through. Speaking to Jasper's very tall associate, [color=7d6c00]"Please, I am anxious to be done with this. If I might be candid? I have a leg that requires support, and I have very recently been shot."[/color] He gestured to the blood darkening his clothing. [color=7d6c00]I will cooperate with your search (and fully), though I would ask latitude with my limitations."[/color] It could be argued that, were he to have a weapon, the Doctor might have used it by now. Nonetheless, he appeared to be very willing to submit to a search.