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towerofanimus2012-05-25 11:51 pm
doctorspeak) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-25 11:51 pm
001 | The Doctor will see you now!
Characters: The Doctor and you! All of you!
Setting: Room 1-12 and random halls/floors/whatever
Format: Starting with prose, but I'll follow you
Summary: The Doctor wakes up and immediately goes to inspect ALL THE THINGS!
Warnings: None at the moment.
The first thing the Doctor does when he can move is touch his own face. And the first thing he finds weird about the situation is the fact that his face feels the same. Regeneration is funny like that.
"Same face, same teeth. Ooh! Sounds the same, too. So then why..."
He bolts upright and spots the notes, skimming them briefly before tossing them aside and locking his gaze on the next thing, the trunk. The Doctor flops toward the trunk and immediately begins digging around.
"No. No, no, no. Where are you? Aha! Sonic!"
At last he emerges with a triumphant laugh, a small metal gadget in hand. A flick of his wrist, and it extends, green tip lighting up and emitting a high-pitched whirring noise. He points it at the wall briefly before staring at it as if trying to obtain some kind of information from it.
"What, nothing? What's wrong with you then, eh? What's the bad people done to you?"
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The Doctor is roaming the hallways, occasionally pointing his sonic screwdriver at things and muttering at it. He's dressed in his normal attire now, tweed jacket in place and bow tie adjusted awkwardly over the collar but there nonetheless.
Setting: Room 1-12 and random halls/floors/whatever
Format: Starting with prose, but I'll follow you
Summary: The Doctor wakes up and immediately goes to inspect ALL THE THINGS!
Warnings: None at the moment.
The first thing the Doctor does when he can move is touch his own face. And the first thing he finds weird about the situation is the fact that his face feels the same. Regeneration is funny like that.
"Same face, same teeth. Ooh! Sounds the same, too. So then why..."
He bolts upright and spots the notes, skimming them briefly before tossing them aside and locking his gaze on the next thing, the trunk. The Doctor flops toward the trunk and immediately begins digging around.
"No. No, no, no. Where are you? Aha! Sonic!"
At last he emerges with a triumphant laugh, a small metal gadget in hand. A flick of his wrist, and it extends, green tip lighting up and emitting a high-pitched whirring noise. He points it at the wall briefly before staring at it as if trying to obtain some kind of information from it.
"What, nothing? What's wrong with you then, eh? What's the bad people done to you?"
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The Doctor is roaming the hallways, occasionally pointing his sonic screwdriver at things and muttering at it. He's dressed in his normal attire now, tweed jacket in place and bow tie adjusted awkwardly over the collar but there nonetheless.
dormitory hallway? '^'
He's actually making his way back to his room when he hears a...very familiar sound. Ha ha, look at him, he's finally going crazy. It's ridiculous even for him to imagine hearing things off of his own telly.
Except he's not only hearing the sonic screwdriver, he's seeing things too. Like a jacket. And an iconic bowtie.
And apparently his own sanity completely melting in front of him. Good god. He's even seeing Doctors now.]
...oi, something wrong over there? [Maybe it's just his imagination...or someone that really happens to resemble Eleven...]
YES dormitory hallway
[The Doctor looks up from his current position, which happens to be laying on the floor in the hallway tapping his screwdriver against the floor. When technology doesn't work, apply brute force!]
What's that? Something's wrong? Something's always wrong. Somewhere. Why do you think I'm so busy? Aside from poking my nose where it doesn't belong. Which happens more than you'd think. But if you're talking immediately--
[The Doctor hops to his feet.]
My sonic screwdriver is broken.
i'm sorry in advance that England is embarrassing
Confusion is written plainly on England's face. He really is off his rocker. This place finally broke him.
Okay no calm down, England. This is-- weird. But. He's the Doctor. You know the Doctor! Just talk to him normally. ...as normally as one could talk to the Doctor.] ...I think the problem lies in our surroundings, not in your screwdriver. [It's not like the Tower is made of wood.]
it's okay Eleven is immune to embarassing
DO NOT FEED THE EGO, KIDS.]In our surroundings... [the Doctor considers this, wandering away from England for a moment to pace around like a nutter.] In. Our. But that would take a biometric signal amplified over a--aha, yes! Boosting the signal through a takionic pulse and reverse the polarity, and Bob's your uncle! No sonic! Brilliant! [and he gives England a knowing look, like he's sharing a really obvious joke that anyone in the universe could understand]
Alright! [aaaaand going to start adjusting things on the screwdriver to try to get it to work.... This won't end well.]
thank heavens /)___(\
England watches, eyebrows furrowed, as the Doctor paces. He tries his best to keep up with what the other man is saying -- he really should be able to, his people only wrote the guy -- but it's a tad more overwhelming in real life than he ever thought it would be.
wait why is he giving that look. Damnit did England miss something?
He should probably say something before that screwdriver actually gets broken. He's not sure the TARDIS will be around to produce another one.] It's more-- this place seems resistant to most methods of prying information out of it. The workers have no thought processes whatsoever and the tower itself is indestructible. [The former he'd discovered while trying to read their minds after that labyrinth fiasco. It was unsettling.]
look at what he wears. THIS MAN HAS NO SHAME
Upon further investigation, I think you're right.
ok fair enough BOWTIES USED TO BE STYLISH OK......
[Okay, he can do this...] Don't mean to be presumptuous, but-- you're the Doctor, aren't you?
yeah but HE DOESN'T HANG OUT IN A TIME PERIOD WHERE THEY ARE
Why, yes. Yes, I am. Who's asking?
[he pokes the screwdriver on the floor with his foot and in the process shifts his weight into a smarmy little swagger]
TRUE....... it's...retro?
England offers a cordial smile.] The personification of England and the representative of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, as it were. Though I'm simply known as "Arthur Kirkland" by most humans.
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Doctor.
i think you give him too much credit :|
Told you not to feed the ego.]Good ole UK! That's brilliant, that. Is there a Scotland in there somewhere, your left toe perhaps, or is it someone different? I ask for a. Friend. [the pause before he says "friend" is tiny, barely a pause at all, just the slight hesitation born from that reminder that someone is missing, someone he should be worrying about.]
i think i'm obligated to look who i play OTL
I'm just England, I'm afraid. Scotland is one of my brothers-- all the constituent countries have their own personification. I just happen to be the one that handles the diplomacy and the red tape, so I have rights to the long title.
[Belatedly, England seems to realise who the "friend" the Doctor is talking about must be. So he adds with a note of apology:] Scotland isn't here, though. Most of the nations aren't.
sob that's true ENGLAND WHY
So. England. What other nations are here? Any cool ones? Always love a good couple of nations to talk to.
the doctors are like his children, he has to coddle.....
You should probably be the judge of how "cool" any of them are. There are two Frances, I'll warn you of that first off. There's mine -- he's got the scruffy-looking stubble -- and then there's a woman, from a parallel world where everyone's...switched parts, you could say. Spain was here, though I haven't seen him since our spat at the beginning of the month. Russia is, too; big-nosed fellow with a scarf.
And, of course, there's America, however...he came from colonial times, so he's not exactly the "United States". He's still just a boy. Sweet as anything, though.
they are his children that make him a buttload of money