the Doctor | 004 | Day 67 | Video

[nevermindtherunning]

[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.



[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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[nevermindtherunning]

That's perfectly fine. If you want to stop at any time, say so.

[He hadn't expected this to be happening anyway. It wasn't his intentions at all; just share a cuppa, talk over plans he had to break down the barrier and escape. Oh, and borrowing her kitchen appliances.]

[primogen_vampirate]

I don't.

[And she draws him back into a kiss.]

[nevermindtherunning]

[That earned a small growl from him, as he made sure to be as gentle as possible, dedicating his time lavishing attention to her. He was quickly figuring out what she liked and didn't and before long their clothing pile was complete. Sighs turned into moans, mixed with a laugh or two as things started to become a little more desperate, a little more needy as limbs became tangled within each other. With a silent gasp, muffled against Mina's shoulder and fingers entangled in bed sheets, it all came to a climax. The Doctor had to catch his breath for a moment, afterwards pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Unnecessary or not, Mina took a moment of breathlessness for herself, fingers absently caressing his shoulder. She's not much of a romantic, but still feels floaty and extremely content at the moment, and it registers in her very silly smile.

Finally, she raises her eyes to look up at him, tilting her head to one side.]

[nevermindtherunning]

You alright?

[He couldn't quite register what she could possibly be thinking as he moved next to her, propping himself up on an elbow.]

Got a kissing icon!

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina chuckles.]

Dreadful.

[She leans over and kisses him.]

You'll have to cater to me.

[nevermindtherunning]

Aw, that's rubbish.

[He mocked-complained, but when she pulled back from the kiss, his typical wide goofy grin was plastered on him dumb face.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Wrinkling her nose, Mina settles against the pillows, watching him fondly for a moment, before pulling the covers up over her shoulder, to cover her tattoo.]

I've been called worse than rubbish before.

[nevermindtherunning]

If it counts, so have I.

[He folds his arms, resting his head on them, watching her.] I'd rather not dwell on the bad things right now. Just... let things be forgotten. Just for a little bit.

[primogen_vampirate]

I still haven't figured out a proper epitaph for you.

[Her fingers lazily run up and down, along his chest.]

Nothing seems fitting.

[nevermindtherunning]

It'll come... maybe take notes from Donna. [He half laughs.] I don't know where she comes up with half the stuff.

[primogen_vampirate]

I'll have to ask her for tips.

I suppose there's always "Doc."

[nevermindtherunning]

I'll like whatever you choose, unless it's Twiglet...

[He couldn't help he was lean and lanky. Regenerations were always so dodgy, but he liked this one.

He pulls an arm free and catches her hand.] Are you ashamed of your scars... of your past?

[primogen_vampirate]

[She looks startled for a moment, then slowly starts to intertwine her fingers with his.]

"Ashamed" is the wrong choice of words. Kindred aren't supposed to have pasts. Like footprints in the sand. It's why we move around. Why we change our names. Why the basis of our society is probably lies and deceit.

[nevermindtherunning]

[He grows awfully quiet, brows knitted together.] Now you're just sounding like me.

[He's seen her cover them, or draw attention away from them, and it only reinforces that they all had pasts so very different before coming here.]

[primogen_vampirate]

Perhaps I should start calling myself "Doctor." Although, I daresay, it would get confusing around here.

[nevermindtherunning]

Nah, they'll just say the 'pretty one', and they'll know. But it might get confusing if we go somewhere when we leave this place.

[primogen_vampirate]

If we leave this place.

[She pauses for a moment, watching him. Her next words are very carefully weighed.]

It's actually Mary.

[nevermindtherunning]

We're going to leave.

[And then a pause.]

...What?

[primogen_vampirate]

Mary Read.

[She raises both eyebrows a little bit.]

But I never really went by it.

[nevermindtherunning]

[Not that it matters, given he hadn't heard his own name in years. And he rubs at his eyelid.]

Why the change? Anything in particular?

[primogen_vampirate]

When I was a human, for the most part, it was "Mark."

[She smirks.]

Times have changed.

[nevermindtherunning]

[He's not really sure how to respond to that.]

Erm, I'd say so... So Mary? [He's trying to debate how that sounds.]

[primogen_vampirate]

I prefer Mina. At this point, I'm not fooling anyone. And there's just something remarkable about taking ownership of one's own name.

[She runs a finger a long his shoulder absently.]

Anyway, the name "Mary Read" has a wicked reputation.

[nevermindtherunning]

Something wicked this way comes...?

[He looks half amused.] I prefer Mina, honestly.