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the Doctor | 004 | Day 67 | Video
[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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You said you wanted to help? Find me all the tools you can.
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If you don't mind, may I take your kitchen appliances? Not to be blunt, but it isn't like you need them. But keep the kettle... I like making tea there when I visit you. I'll give you a hot plate.
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.
[Private to Fortescue]
You said you wanted to help? Find me all the tools you can.
[Private to Mina]
If you don't mind, may I take your kitchen appliances? Not to be blunt, but it isn't like you need them. But keep the kettle... I like making tea there when I visit you. I'll give you a hot plate.
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[At least it was lovelier than his possible burnt tongue.]
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...well. Shall we say...good intentions?
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If causing yourself to sparkle is the worst of it, then I don't think it's so bad.
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[She lightly nudges him with her toes.]
Do you really think it's that simple, darling?
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[He found it endearing, and it tended to always bring a smile to his face.]
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I do believe that was a compliment.
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[He lightly touches her cheek, returning the kiss, pressing his lips to hers.]
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This time, there's definitely more to it. Feelings, perhaps. It's hard to tell with her.]
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Why he liked Mina, he wasn't certain, but he did. Perhaps her quick wit, ability to relate to him... the list grew on.
And so he kissed her and all conflicts and feelings aside, he wanted this.]
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She doesn't know what to make of it, really.
But she's fancied him right from the start. She'd convinced herself it was an intellectual pursuit, nothing more. At the moment, however, her body is telling her otherwise. She finds herself reaching out to take his face in her hands, deepening the kiss.]
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And finally there's a moment where he breaks away, sliding a hand to cradle her cheek, entwining fingers in her locks. He's leaning forward and presses his forehead to hers and finally speaks with a slightly lowered voice.]
I'm going to get us out of here, Mina. I promise... I can do this. Scientists or not, they're not going to keep us here.
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And it makes her smile a little. For all she knows, it's an empty promise, but it's genuine.]
So then we can go traveling in your big, blue box?
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[It had dawned on him that given she wasn't human, his promises of forever were slightly more realistic with her than Rose or Donna. Mina actually could stay.]
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Man, I need a kissing icon!
I only have... like 2. (and neither are from Doctor Who, LOL)
And now more than ever, he wanted to escape and get them out of this place. His roommates were gone and he was completely alone in his house, so no one to be disturbed by his ridiculous focus and drive about to come.]
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Would there be more of this in your box?
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Got a kissing icon!
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