001 | The Doctor will see you now!

[doctorspeak]

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.

Comments

[thisclinchesit]

Amidst that hallway-roaming, the Doctor will find himself encountering a well-dressed man in a fedora who looks...rather surprised to say the least. Romeo had told him the Doctor was gone, but Shou's pretty certain that he's seeing Eleven right at this moment.

"...hey, oi! Doctor!"

Room 1-12 doorway?

[hardknoxlife]

[ The first thing you'd notice would probably be the quiet puttering of a lawnmower as this guy goes past the door. But the noise calls his attention and makes him back up ever so slightly just to lean back and peer into the room. ]

Hullo? Everything all right in there? Just woke up?

[doctorspeak]

The Doctor is staring intently at his screwdriver when Shou speaks, but the sound of his name grabs his attention. He looks around in bewilderment for a moment, as if fifteen different things distracted him during the process of turning his head to see who was talking to him, but finally his gaze reaches its destination, and the Doctor's face breaks into a wide grin.

"Hello! I'm the Doctor. But you knew that, I suppose. Unless you call everyone Doctor--which has happened. But assuming you don't, hello!"

Coherent thought progression? Psh, who needs it!

Room 1-12 doorway!

[doctorspeak]

[and here's the Doctor, sitting on the bed with his screwdriver. He hits a button of some kind on the device and the noise stops along with the glow. Then the Doctor looks over, a giddy smile on his face.]

Hello! Maybe you can help me. What does my face look like?

dormitory hallway? '^'

[keepscalm]

[Fretting. That's most of what England is doing right now. Since he has found himself with a babby to take care of and no way to constantly keep an eye on him.

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...]

Incidentally, I just saw a picture of Matt and the torch on Tumblr.

[hardknoxlife]

What does your--

[ Pardon the moment of confusion for a second there as he steps off his lawnmower. ]

Well, you look human. Hair's all funky and- Hold on.

[ There's a moment as he holds the mower up for him a moment. The surface is polished enough to serve as a mirror. Mind the plate that reads "death scythe" however. ]

There you are then. S'not exactly a handmirror but it'll do, eh?

YES dormitory hallway

[doctorspeak]

[Nobody can copy these dashing good looks, England!]

[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

[keepscalm]

[If the world had more than one Matt Smith...

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.]

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

[doctorspeak]

[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?

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

[hardknoxlife]

[ 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?

it's okay Eleven is immune to embarassing

[doctorspeak]

[It's okay, England, the Doctor is totally used to people being dumb-founded by the sheer coolness of his presence. Dohohoho~ 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.]

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

[doctorspeak]

[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.

thank heavens /)___(\

[keepscalm]

[HE CAN'T HELP IT THE DOCTORS ARE LIKE HIS CHILDREN. How is he supposed to not feed the ego of a Doctor.

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.]

;u; Because he's Matt Smith.

[hardknoxlife]

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. ]

look at what he wears. THIS MAN HAS NO SHAME

[doctorspeak]

[SAYING THINGS DOESN'T STOP THE DOCTOR, ENGLAND. Now the screwdriver is making unfriendly sparks and the Doctor is dropping it like a hot coal and looking at it like it is a puppy that bit him.]

Upon further investigation, I think you're right.

ok fair enough BOWTIES USED TO BE STYLISH OK......

[keepscalm]

[Well hopefully England has learned something about the place in his nine months here. He grimaces a little at the sight of the discarded screwdriver.] Tough, that. Sorry. It's sort of the way of things around here.

[Okay, he can do this...] Don't mean to be presumptuous, but-- you're the Doctor, aren't you?

HELLO floor three?

[pactum]

So much for libraries being quiet. That is quite possibly the strangest noise Ciel has ever heard. Sliding the book he'd been thumbing through back into its proper place, he takes a few cautious steps out into the aisle, searching for the source of the sound. He finds it quickly enough, just two rows down: a man in tweed and a bow tie pointing some small instrument with a glowing green light at the nearest bookshelf.

"Are you looking for something?" Ciel is probably completely justified in his skeptical tone and raised brow. Especially since he's fairly certain he'd heard this man talking to himself not a moment before.

[myblueskies]

Romeo stopped in his tracks when he saw the man in the bow tie wandering the corridors. First miss Spain, then mister Shoutarou and now...

"Mister Doctor!" He ran up to him, huge smile on his face. "You're back!"

stop it Matt Smith. I CAN'T HANDLE IT

[doctorspeak]

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.

yeah but HE DOESN'T HANG OUT IN A TIME PERIOD WHERE THEY ARE

[doctorspeak]

[At that the Doctor brightens up considerably. He can't help it if he likes the sound of his own name, okay!]

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]

SUP floor three

[doctorspeak]

The Doctor pulls the screwdriver back, flicks his wrist to adjust something on it, and stares at it intently as if trying to glean information from it. Then Ciel speaks, and he looks at the boy. And then at the bookshelf. Then at Ciel again.

"Yes."

There's a pause, and he adds with no trace of irony:

"There's an escaped book."

[doctorspeak]

The Doctor stops and turns immediately on his heel, throwing his arms up with a grin.

"I'm back!"

He can't remember ever being here before, of course, but there's a very happy small child running toward him, and there's always rule number one: The Doctor lies.

TRUE....... it's...retro?

[keepscalm]

[England has pretty much right and well forgotten his own name by this point, when he remembers hey, this is the Doctor. He'd totally be willing to believe the Nation Thing, right?

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 :|

[doctorspeak]

[England's fangirling has ensured that the Doctor will accept this without question. Also, he will never call England "Arthur" because he said that humans call him that. 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.]

[thisclinchesit]

"Yeah..."

Shou's head tilts to the side a bit - Romeo mentioned that when Isabela came back, her memory was gone. His own memory's been a bit fuzzy. Maybe that's what happened here. "Do you remember me? Hidari Shoutarou, the detective? We were roommates here before."