the Doctor | 004 | Day 67 | Video

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[The video clicks on and there's the Doctor, brainy specs in place, sitting in the kitchen of his house. Behind him was the kitchen table, but not useable as various disassembled toasters, radios, and even an oven could be seen on the floor. Parts were everywhere and had looked like a tornado had blown through.

Stacked to one side of the wall were some books, next to his hand was his notebook, full with stuffed papers in it. He looks stern, quiet, serious, perhaps brewing an oncoming storm?]

It's been four days since this curse-thing has been over. I haven't seen Sharon... or Natasha, [There's a pause, because sad enough as it is, he wasn't entirely sure that was her name.] There's significantly less traffic around town, which leads me to guess others are missing too.

This may seem ridiculous that I'm saying this, but don't travel alone, don't be alone, [Ignore the fact that he was currently.], let others know if you're going somewhere. Use the buddy-system if you have to.

[There's a pause as he looks away, licking his lips.] I've been doing research, as most of you are aware, and after running the calculations 3-4 times, my evidence is conclusive. If this is Earth, which I'm not for certain if it is yet or not, I must admit... We're in the northern hemisphere, judging by the weather patterns and the sun's movements in the sky. The winds... Westerlies, marking us at about 30-60 degrees latitude. Of course, this is all based off of if we're on Earth.

This leads me to my next hypothesis, which a couple of you have already thrown out there - bravo! Good for you! - I think we're in a pocket universe. Time doesn't flow linear, it never had, it's all... wibbly-wobbly, of course, but the star charts aren't quite right, which doesn't make sense at all if this is, in fact, Earth. I said Northern hemisphere, but if you look up at the sky, the charts don't match that correctly. It's a blend... I can't locate us due to that. And with so many people coming from other worlds, universes, alternative timelines, it's making this all rather strange. I know very few species capable of this feat, which... [He trails off, not wanting to think who has this kind of power and technology they possess. Enough to rival his own TARDIS, that is for sure.]

There's a chance I can get us out, but it'll take time. If there's any tools, scraps lying about, unused appliances, radios... I'd like to have those, please.

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[stiling]

[ He's distracted by his fingers first and foremost, flexing them, a distinct lack of claws branching off of each of them - just regular old nails, bitten down to the quick. ] I kinda miss it.

[ But he's here for a real reason, and his arms half-heartedly wave a bit to remind himself to get back on topic. ]

Clippers? Some kind of shaving implement?

[ Stiles gestures to the all of his head and his hair, which is getting a little- well. Un-Stiles. ]

I'll take a rogue pair of well-aimed scissors. A freaking lawn mower, man, Jesus, I don't know.

sixth ( video ) day 67

[gleans]

[ At the very least, Galen looks a good deal better than he did the last time he showed his face. He does look tired - when doesn't he? - and there's still a note of worry in his voice, when he speaks. For the most part, however, he manages to keep his slight panic down, nudging at his glasses nervously. ]

Hey, guys -- I don't wanna cause any more alarm, but... if you could keep an eye out for Kenzi, we -- all of us, we'd really appreciate it. She might not be gone, but I haven't -- uh, better to be sure, right? So -- Kenzi, early twenties, goth-lite, long black hair, super tiny, ridiculously friendly.

Thanks, guys. Stay safe.

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