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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.
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[but when he turns back to Rory, he's back into srs explain-stuff-to-humans mode.] Yes, she's dead. And has been. And will be. It's all. Wibbly-wobbly. But everyone, everyone in the universe has a beginning, middle, and an end. It's what's in the middle that really counts, though. I know River's end, that's in my past, her future, which means that her middle is out there, somewhere, some time, and safe. That's all that matters. [and a bit of a fond smile creeps onto his face] Start thinking about everything else, and you'll go mad.
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[he sniffs, still miffed. but perhaps the doctor has successfully appeased him for now?]
So, what, it's just you and me, stuck in some tower-like building at the end of the world, and neither of us have any idea where anyone else is.
[a beat, as rory throws his hands up in defeat.]
That's just great.