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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?"
-----
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.
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