towerofanimus | 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.

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[The Doctor peers at himself in the gleaming surface... and pats at his hair a bit because geez it's not funky it's cool but he's a touch self-conscious now. He's vain, okay?]

Same face, eh? That's weird. I like weird, I can do weird. Weird is cool.

[and then he looks up] Death scythe, funny name that. Any reason for it?

[ And once he's looked up, the lawnmower is lowered and its owner promptly rests an arm over the handlebar. ]

That's 'coz that's what it is. My death scythe. Course, I've taken to calling her Carrie now.

[ And a small headjerk over to the sonic. ]

What's your deal then, eh?

[He gestures with the gadget.] Sonic screwdriver. Doesn't have a name, though. Maybe I should do something about that. Can put up some lovey cabinets, though.

[aaaaand subject change!]

What's a death scythe? Sorry. Carrie.

Can't really imagine putting up cabinets with that piece of work.

[ Doesn't look like a normal screwdriver. Not by his standards, at least. But the topic change doesn't faze him. ]

Don't tell me you've never heard of one. Dying, reaping your soul, all that legend steeped into human lore about death and things? Genuine reaper's scythe right here.

[ Giving the handle a firm pat. ]

It's very good at putting up cabinets. Excuse you. [and with one hand he holds it closer to his chest, like he's protecting the screwdriver's feelings. With the other he adjusts his bowtie in a somewhat uncomfortable manner]

Never been good at dying, personally. Tend not to think about it.

Now hold on there. Wasn't saying it wasn't now was I? Just that I've never quite seen a [ pause, headtilt. ] whatever the bloody hell it is before.

And of course, never considered a bloke like you the kind to dwell on the thought of dying. Most people don't really. Thief in the night and all that, if you get my meaning.

Thief in the night, not really. Not in my experience. I've died loads of times, most recently shot by my wife--more complicated than it sounds--and it's never been quiet or... thiefy. Always wondered about that metaphor. In fact, that [and he gestures at the lawn mower] probably the best metaphor I've seen for it. Like I said. Tend not to think too hard about it.

[the pause here is short, but his tone brightens significantly from an absent-minded sort of grimness to his previous cheer] Anyway, sonic screwdriver. That's what it's called, and it's a brilliant device, not surprised you haven't seen one, but brilliant all the same! If I can get the old thing working, I'll show you!

You mean loud and obnoxious?

[ Not that he's ever called Carrie that before. But he's heard other people call her that.

But folding his arms over her handle as he places one foot on her, tilting his head ever so slightly in curiosity. ]

'Fraid you've got your work cut out for there. Certain things don't quite work the way they used to back home I'm afraid. Starting to think it's something in the air. You'll prolly get used to it soon enough.

[ But he straightens up, offering a hand. ]

Name's Ronald, by the way. Ronald Knox. You are...?

[The Doctor glances at the screwdriver once more and then puts it into his pocket to shake the offered hand.]

The Doctor. Just the Doctor. Or the Caretaker. Or occasionally "what the hell are you doing in my house." I've been branching out recently.

[ And the handshake is returned heartily as it was offered. ]

I think I'll stick with the Doctor, thanks. No name to go with that or is that just it: the Doctor?

Just the Doctor, thanks. [not that this really answers the question... the Doctor is cryptic like that.]

Been here long, Ronald?

[ And just... glancing up to consider this question. ]

A month, prolly. Give or take. Can't really say I've been keeping track. S'not much but it'll do, I s'pose.

Had your oats yet then or are you fresh from the sleep paralysis thing?

001 | The Doctor will see you now!

I feel like that statement could go anywhere because Matt Smith IS tumblr

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4m8tpVH871r9zeo4o1_500.jpg Welp! :3

Matt Smith, why are you so adorable? ;_;

;u; Because he's Matt Smith.

stop it Matt Smith. I CAN'T HANDLE IT

HE CAN'T STOP. He's Matt Smith. ;;; Also, so many Brits in this post.

ffff you're right MATT SMITH IS INCAPABLE OF NOT BEING ADORABLE and lol it is brittastic up in here

XD It IS! Heck, you've got England in here.

Does England count as British?

B/a possibly?

I AM UNSURE also this is late sobbing

IT'S OKAY! Come into my arms, bb.