Intro-ish Post (With Options)

[not_the_question]

This Doctor had been getting settled in on board the Enterprise - well as much as he can. He still baulks at the jabs he had to be given, but since they didn't contain anything that was harmful to him, he allowed for them.

Now, he has an agenda. He knows the TARDIS is somewhere on board and now that he has a map and listings, he's going to go there to find it.


The Doctor is making his way down to the cargo hold, but going about it the long way around. May as well investigate the ship on his way. If he can get to the TARDIS, he won't be staying long anyway, so he might as well explore something new as he goes along.

It's all terribly human. Basic, really. And they think it's the best thing. About the only thing he's really interested in is this Q character. He doesn't mind humans most of the time. He just doesn't like being 'stuck' with them. And there's so much humanity here - with nothing to escape it.

B: TARDIS Cargo hold Plot: Open To All
After his adventure with Trever and his cat, the Doctor finally arrives at the cargo hold that is marked as containing the TARDIS. He sonics his way in (whether or not that was necessary) and looks around. Some of the items look familiar and others seem alien - even to him - which is saying something. It isn't long before he sees the TARDIS, standing there in all her glory. He confidently strides towards her. When he gets there, he gives a loving stroke to her. "Hello, Old Girl. Now, let's see about getting out of here."


The Doctor needed to vent his anger and frustration at not being able to get back to his own universe. So he made his way to the training room. He had told Clara he had cheated against Robin Hood with his archery skills. But that doesn't mean he's positively rubbish at it. He just wasn't sure of his aim at a ship with rotating bits. If he were to be perfectly honest, which he rarely is, he just needs a bit of practice. He was disappointed that he couldn't get into the Armoury, so he would have to make-do with one of the holodecks. Pity. It's never quite as good as the real thing. Now, if only someone else with archery skills were around. Nothing like a little bit of friendly competition when it comes to brushing up on skills.



{{OOC: I'm happy to backtag however long people are interested in playing with these plots.}}

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[madman_inabox]

"It has to be better than haggis. Please don't tell me I like haggis now."

That would be terrible, almost as terrible as liking...pears.

[not_the_question]

He pulls another face. "No! God, that would be as bad as pears."

And pears were terrible, just an odd texture and then the juice gets everywhere.

"No, my tastes are more even this go around. Though, I do like a good drink now and then."

Yup. Now he drinks wine and stronger beverages.

[madman_inabox]

Well, at least all hope wasn't lost on the food front. Pears and haggis would be terrible things to like, much worse than fish custard.

It wasn't the first incarnation that liked alcohol. His third self enjoyed his wine very much.

"Less expensive taste than the one with the cape?"

[not_the_question]

He looks down for a minute. Clearly not. More expensive, if anything.

"We were stuck on Earth back then. Options were rather... limited."

But he offers a grin. A grin which quickly falls.

"Not unlike here."

He sighs heavily. He really wishes his Old Girl were here, only not. Because if she were, he would be just as locked out and that would be too much.

[madman_inabox]

"Much better than the cape."

Eleven would, if asked actually share his TARDIS. At least it was the blue interior, not the one that was a little too steampunk or the one before that was a little too grunge. Of course, none of the could get inside the ship, so he doubted it would help as much as he could.

"She does like vistiors, he said, going back to the TARDISes sitting on in the cargo bay."

Maybe that would help, just a tiny bit.

[not_the_question]

He gives a pleased nod of the head at the compliment but his face falls slightly at the mention of visitors.

"Especially us."

He rests a hand on one of her.

"Don't suppose if we concentrated all of our energy on one of her we could gain access? Then we could teleport into the others..."

They probably already thought of that, already tried it. But he's new here, all the ideas are new to him.

[madman_inabox]

Eleven hadn't really had much contact with any of the other ones of himself, which he supposed was a good thing and a bad thing. He'd just been so happy to see Amy again that it hadn't crossed his mind to meet himself.

"We haven't tried as far as I know."

[not_the_question]

"Really?"

He shakes his head, disappointed in his younger selves.

"River was right. I am hard work young."

Right. Time to explain things properly.

"And what were you doing if you weren't trying to gain access to her? Hmm? Were you enjoying yourself on this ship so much that you couldn't be bothered to try to gain access to the one creature who could save all of us?"

[madman_inabox]

"Well, half the people on the ship were turned into children for a few weeks, before that there was an alien invasion, there were ghosts somewhere in there, it's been busy."

Bringing everyone back home really took a backseat to making sure everyone was alive first.

[not_the_question]

Oh. He hates being wrong. Especially in front of others.

"I see. Well. The tour made it sound like it was all fun and games."

Yup trying to cover it up, but it's hard lying to yourself...

[madman_inabox]

"Q manages to keep things interesting. It's not as boring as it sounds."

Eleven was going to let Twelve have that one. He knew how terrible being wrong really was for him.

[not_the_question]

"Well. There's four of us around now. One of us can always be working on breaking into one of her..."

He frowns at that. Because he doesn't want to hurt her if at all possible.

"...Or at the very least being here with her."

[madman_inabox]

"And I thought she was just cross with me again."

But The Grumpy Scottish One was right. Now that there were four of them, they could sit with her in shifts or something.

"I don't like that she's alone down here. I usually visit around this time every day."

[not_the_question]

He chuckles at the 'cross' comment.

"Really? When has she ever denied us entrance for more than a few hours?"

Never that he can remember. Well, there was after his tenth regeneration, but he did sort of completely destroy her. She needed time to heal.

"I can't imagine she's too thrilled with it either. But she's made a friend, apparently. The car? KITT."

[madman_inabox]

"Well, there was that one time, after we got the blue wrong..."

That was at least half a day, since that's how long it took him to fix it.

"That's something at least. She isn't alone when we're not here."

[not_the_question]

"Oh, right."

Well... that was ages ago for him, he can't be expected to remember every detail.

"Small comfort. But, yes. especially when we've got work to do."

For himself, he'll plan to sleep down here. Most nights. He discovered on the Orient Express that he can't sleep properly without her anyway.

[madman_inabox]

Eleven didn't blame him one bit, he was surprised he remembered it himself.

"I think she'll be okay. She has been so far. Q doesn't seem like he wants to hurt her."

Because if he did, well, that wasn't going to go well for Q.

[not_the_question]

This Doctor grows angry again at that.

"Q doesn't know how much trouble he's already in."

Because this Doctor will take him down. He put Santa in his place, so yes.

[madman_inabox]

It was probably not the best course of action considering Q would probably have an easier time putting all these people back where they belong than even multiple Doctors and TARDISes would.

"Quite a bit, and not just from us. I doubt the captain of the ship is happy with him either, since all these extra people keep popping into his lounge."

He was trying to diffuse the temper, just a little.

[not_the_question]

It works... slightly.

"Have you met him? This Captain Picard, I mean."

Based on what he'd learned so far, only the Crew had properly met Q to this point.

[madman_inabox]

"Not yet, saw him in sickbay though. From his biography in the ship's computer he's a Frenchman with an English accent." Yeah, that was weird even for the Doctor.

"Sometimes he could be found in the bar, I haven't introduced myself yet."

[not_the_question]

He nods. He's not as bothered by it. Earth was pretty much one planet by this point in... Star Trek history. Not that he studied. It's Clara's fault!

"Unfortunate. We'd need him on our side if we were to try anything that might actually get us out of here."