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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.

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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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That was when a young woman found the training room. Thea had been itching to train again and she knew when it came to archery friendly contests were the best (and the most fun). That also made her miss Oliver and Roy, two of her favorites for friendly battles in her world. But she perked up when she spotted the older man and decided playful would be the best call. "Let me guess, either you're going a bit stir crazy or you're itching for a bit of fun." she called with a smile.

The Doctor shrugs and arches an eyebrow. "Or could be both. Or neither. I haven't decided yet."

Honesty. Honesty from the Doctor is never a good sign. He walks over to the array of bows and arrows that had appeared on a table. He tests the weight of one or two and the tautness of the strings. After selecting a bow he likes, he went over to the arrows.

"What brings you here?"

Thea simply raised her gear,"Partly to train and partly to see if anyone was around for a friendly contest." she offered. She added,"Let me gues, you're among the recent arrivals? I'm Thea."

The Doctor looks down at himself and then back at Thea. "Is it that obvious?"

How annoying. He lives for being mysterious. But he relents slightly. "I'm the Doctor. But we might have met before. Apparently there are other mes here."

Which he will try to avoid, because whenever multiple hims are around, nothing good happens. Besides, he's still undecided if it's better or worse that Gallifrey is lost, as opposed to being destroyed.

"A bit." Thea added with a smile. "There's other versions of you? New one but then I come from a world where crazy criminals are a pretty routine thing." speaking of Starling City. She opened her gear bag to fetch her own arrows as she spoke.

The Doctor glances at the targets that have appeared and knocks his arrow. "Firing."

Well, it's only proper etiquette to give the alert. It's not like this is a firing range, where each person has their own lane. The arrow flies through the air and hits the target, in the circle next to the bullseye. He shrugs. "Not bad."

It wouldn't have been good enough to be Robin, but he's not in as bad of shape as he thought.

"There are other versions of me aboard. I don't like it when I start showing up in the same place, but have no memory of being there."

And that may not make any sense to her. But if his earlier versions are here, he should be able to remember it and he can't.

Thea set up her own shot and took her turn. "Firing." as she sent the arrow into her own target. She mused,"That does strike me as a bit odd. Especially the idea of you not knowing of even being there in the first place." hoping she might be able to help or at least act as a sounding board. But at the same time it felt pretty good to fire a few shots again.

The Doctor offers a casual shrug. "Happens to me more often than I care to admit."

He knocks another arrow. "Firing."

But this time, the knock wasn't quite accurate. The arrow spins as it goes across the arrow shelf, thus the feather catches the grip and shoots off to the right and bounces off the wall in that direction.

The Doctor watches in disbelief. "I don't even know..."

how that happened - goes unsaid. Now, he's getting a bit embarrassed. "I knew I was out of practice, but that was just..."

He shakes his head annoyed with his embarrassment.

"Nothing a little practice won't fix." Thea cracked a smile to show no harm was meant. "Granted I've been on somewhat restricted training since getting here, long story but I'm healing." she mused aloud.

Well, the Doctor is in a mood. The only solace he has right now is that the energy from this universe isn't hurting the TARDIS. Beyond that, he's feeling a little lost. He hadn't realised how strong his connection with the TARDIS had become over the years. But, he'll never admit that the maelstrom of emotions is really what's causing him to be off.

But she mentions being restricted and healing... "You were wounded?"

It was less of a question and more of a statement. "Depending on the wounds, they should have been able to heal you quickly..."

Which makes him wonder what's going on.

"Got grabbed when I was stabbed by Ra's Al Ghul. I'm healing up but am supposed to be careful till everything is confirmed to be healed." Thea explained, meaning the skin covering her stab wounds. She was quite matter of fact since she was not exactly ready to talk about it (beyond counseling).

Excuse the Doctor while he takes a literal translation. "'Demon's Head.' But which Demon? Because there are all sorts. But the source of those stories. Now, that's someone to meet."

And he has met him. Nearly lost too, but at the end, when he had lost all else... there was the TARDIS... And he's slightly mopy again.

"You know about Ra's Al Ghul??" Thea was thrown for a massive loop. "Does the League of Assassins ring any bells?" she asked.

The Doctor pulls a face. "Probably not in the way you mean it. I was just translating. Probably too literally. If 'Ra' meant the Egyptian Sun God and 'Ghul' typically means some kind of evil spirit. And the Sun God was the 'head god'. Put it together..."

He shrugs. "There are many leagues of assassins where I'm from. I'd need a bit more detail to know if we know any mutually."

Thea nodded, that made sense in a weird way. "Short version: this version is a band of professional level killers. A friend was in the group but she did get out." leaving out portions in order to protect Sara, she could do that much for a fallen friend.

"'Got out.' But she's not dead. That's good. Rarely do organizations like that let people leave alive."

He pauses in thought. "Still. While I've encountered similar organizations, I've never heard of it before."

He takes aim. "Firing."

This time the arrow hits in the centre part of the target. But there's not enough force. It bounces off and lands on the ground. Well, at least it's an improvement. Over the miss that happened last time. Interesting considering his current level of frustration.

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All those archery lessons are coming back to me XD

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