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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[primogen_vampirate]

Upstairs.

[nevermindtherunning]

[He pauses for a moment.] You sure?

[He pulls back, cupping her face in his hands.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Her fingers lightly run along the backs of his hands.]

I'm a very decisive woman.

[nevermindtherunning]

[He makes sort of a 'tsh' sound.] Guess I can't argue with you there.

[And without warning, he scoops her up, practically as if she didn't weigh anything and moves upstairs. Her room with found easily and just as he remembered it once before and he settled her down on her feet at the door frame. Vaguely he wondered if she was lonely, living by herself, but that train of thought was quickly gone just as much as it had arrived.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[His enthusiasm is met with a full out, head-thrown-back laugh. If she's at all startled by his surprising strength, it's covered up with the chuckle.

At the doorway to the room, she grabs hold of his collar, giving him another dramatic kiss.]

[nevermindtherunning]

[He had to place a hand on the doorframe to steady himself at Mina's eagerness, but was able to remove it shortly after as he tangled his fingers in her hair. Finally placing a hand on her waist, he side-stepped her to the bed and gently encouraged her lie back as he discarded his suit jacket and trainers.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina goes along with him, flopping onto the bed with a laugh. She props herself up on her elbows.]

Let's see your legs, sexy.

[nevermindtherunning]

[A laugh]

We'll get there, don't worry.

[He pulls his tie out and discards it, and brings her hands to the buttons of his shirt.] I believe this is where you remind me I wear too many layers.

[primogen_vampirate]

[Nodding knowingly, she starts to undo his buttons.]

Far too many layers. A serious risk for dehydration.

[nevermindtherunning]

Is that an official diagnosis, doctor? [He raises an eyebrow at her, amused, before shrugging out of his shirt, adding to the pile on the floor. He quickly followed up with a kiss, moving to be above her.]

You have too many layers too, as far as I'm concerned...

[primogen_vampirate]

Very official. I could write out a prescription if you like.

I'm a very important person, you know. I have a clipboard.

[nevermindtherunning]

[He completely stops, pushing p on his hands.]

Really? Is that all it takes? Well, I've been doing things wrong. I'll be sure to find a clipboard somewhere soon. Maybe Sharon has... had... one.

[primogen_vampirate]

Clipboards are magic. If you have one, people seem rather inclined to believe anything you say.

[She raises an eyebrow.]

Would you like a demonstration at this particular moment?

[nevermindtherunning]

[There is a lick to his lips as he contemplates this.]

Yes, actually.

[He sits back up on his knees, watching with far too much curiosity.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina sits up on her elbows, giving him a look that clearly reads, "Seriously?" But after a moment, she leans over, picking up the clipboard off of her nightstand.

With an exaggerated sigh:]

My dear patient. You do seem to be suffering from a life on the brink of dehydration. I would recommend wearing fewer layers. In my professional opinion, it would make a difference in your quality of life.

[nevermindtherunning]

Ehhh, not bad. [His fingers curl over the top of the board, pulling it away from her hands.] I think we'll practice that later. Hold that thought, yeah?

[primogen_vampirate]

[She laughs a little bit.]

Consider it held.

[nevermindtherunning]

Good. Now I recall someone said something about legs... Which might possess a unique power of their own... [Without asking or waiting, he slowly drug his hands up her shins to her thighs.]

[primogen_vampirate]

Clipboards and legs...All the magic in the world.

[She seems a bit uncertain though. As there's a scar on her right thigh. An old burn-wound, identical to the P-shaped brand on her arm and equally nasty-looking.]

[nevermindtherunning]

[He catches that, and his fingers traced over it.]

How many times have you been marked like this? [The Doctor wasn't sure how he felt about it, but knew Mina's past differed from his entirely. Although his own people have trapped him and once forced him to regenerate as punishment.]

[primogen_vampirate]

Twice. On the same day, actually.

[She glances down, rather self conscious. It's a strange look on Mina, with all of her bluster and assertiveness.]

I'm not especially beautiful. I suppose you ought to know that now, so you're not disappointed.

[nevermindtherunning]

You're quite daft!

[He kisses her knee, before glancing up to meet her eyes.]

You're beautiful and brilliant, strong and confident. You've seen me at my worst and helped me. You're a physician because you hate to admit it, but you care about others. You're scared, but so what? This place scares me too, but don't let it... And I've yet to be disappointed by you.

[primogen_vampirate]

Well. You certainly know how to butter a girl up.

[Her voice is smooth as always, even if her eyes are registering "Does not compute! Does not compute!"

She slips her fingers under his chin, drawing him closer to his face as she whispers:]

But I don't think it's entirely necessary.

[nevermindtherunning]

You don't believe me. [A whisper. As his dark eyes search for clues.]

Then you leave me to show you? [And he presses another kiss to her lips.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[No matter what she believes, she's certainly not going to leave that kiss unreciprocated. That would just be a crime. And she's no criminal.

Well, maybe a pirate. But still.

Mina kisses right on back, her hand sweeping up his back.]