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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.

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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The Doctor is keeping a watchful eye. He knows from trying to break quarantine that if he tries to go to restricted areas, security appears. So when the black cat appears, he notices immediately.

He might be new to the Enterprise, but there are some things that are consistent across known universes. One of those is that cats don't 'magically' appear as this one has seemed to have done. He grimaces at the sight of it. Ever since being chased by human-sized cats in wimples, he just doesn't care for cats all that much. Yes, that was hundreds of years ago, that doesn't change anything.

He walks a bit to make sure the cat 'isn't following' him. After a few moments he looks down at it.

"Do you have to follow me? I'm sure you can find others who would provide you far more entertainment."

She sits down and starts licking a paw with the air of innocence that only a cat can pull off.

What is he talking about?

She's not following him.

Don't be ridiculous.

Also, she glances back the way they came as if expecting something.

When she sits to lick her paws, the Doctor comes over and leans just enough to get a better look. "You're a cat. Don't play innocent with me. I haven't met an innocent cat in hundreds of years."

Not that he's tried. He catches her glance and follows it. He straightens up to his full height. "What? Have you got another friend coming this way too?"

The Doctor takes a few steps back down the hall to check things out.

What he'll see is an ordinary, domestic short haired house cat licking her paw. Nothing else unusual.

And there's a red haired man coming down the hallway towards them. He gives a twitch of a smile when he sees the Doctor.

"It's too bad you can't meet Mayhem then. Not a malicious bone in his little kitten body," the man said in a fairly recognizable Cork accent.

The cat appears on the man's shoulder and he scratches her lightly under the chin. She still looks totally innocent.

The Doctor looks at the cat that had appeared on the man's shoulder. It looks just like... He looks back to where the cat had been.

"I've met enough cats to know they all have malicious bones somewhere."

He pulls out his sonic and starts to scan the cat. "What she did... that was impossible."

Cat's can't do that. Or at the very least shouldn't be allowed to do it.

"Not Mayhem. He's too stupid. Sweetest little thing ever and as dumb as the rocks he likes to eat."

When she starts getting scanned, Veena reaches out to swat at the screwdriver.

Trever would completely agree with the 'shouldn't be allowed to do that' bit about the teleporting. She still does it. But then again, since when did cats do what people wanted them to do if they didn't feel like it?

"As for impossible. Everyone says that. She still does it."

Ordinary, domestic, short haired house cat.

"What is that?"

"It's an act. It's always an act. I've only ever met one truly contrite cat. And she proved herself by becoming the attendant to the guardian of a city."

She can swat all she wants. The Doctor has faced worse. He continues to scan a few more moments. He frowns at the results. "Ordinary cat. Well, as far as any cat is ordinary."

He puts the sonic away. "How domestic."

And here come the puns.

"It's my sonic screwdriver."

He's still distracted by the cat. "But how? If she's so ordinary... how does she accomplish it?"

"You've not had conversations with him. They mostly revolve around why are we mad he ate something because it was obviously food, is it a friend and nap time." He hesitated. "Though most cats talk about nap time."

It's the principle of the matter, really. If he's going to wave something in her face, she's going to swat at it.

"How can a screwdriver tell you anything? Sonic or not?" Admittedly technology was his brother's forte but still! Trever knew that much about screwdrivers.

"Fuck if I know. We've run every damn test we know of and they all come up with house cat. Four of her kittens come up the same. Fluffy has some sort of water spirit in her and Mayhem is a bit goblin. But other than that... house cat."

The Doctor rolls his eyes at the bits about what cats talk about. Really, this guy didn't have a clue about what cats are really like. "Actually, most cats talk about how to dominate humans."

He pulls out his sonic to look at it as if the man had offended the object. "I've done some upgrades."

He shrugs and puts it away again. At the mention of 'water spirit' and 'goblin' the Doctor stares at the man. "Who are you?"

Well, he could've been polite, but they've gone past that with... teleporting cat who is 'ordinary' and has ordinary, but not kittens.

"Of course most cats talk about that. She's been trying to turn everyone on board into her minion. And doing very well at it too, I might add. Mayhem, on the other hand, doesn't." There's an eye roll back. He knows exactly what cats were really like. He can understand them. Mayhem was, as he's been saying, special.

At the minion mention, Veena's innocent air grows even more. "Yes. You are and you've been bragging about it too."

He gets a tail flicked in his face for that one.

"Trever McCallum. Prince of Eire. Who are you?"

"The Doctor. Lord of Time."

Since they're offering titles. "So, if you speak 'cat' why have you never asked her why she has the abilities she does?"

He raised an eyebrow at the title and name. But it's a popular naming convention among the fey. The Lady Forlorn tried to kidnap his cousin once. So, he doesn't say anything about it.

"What makes you think I haven't? And what makes you think she'd tell me?" Trever countered. "She might be my familiar, but she's still a cat. And cats enjoy their secrets."

"Familiar."

The Doctor spoke the word thoughtfully. He's momentarily distracted from their 'cat talk' conversation.

"So, you're a warlock, then? Which planet are you from?"

"I'm not a warlock. I'm a veterinarian. I only minored in ritual magic," Trever said. Because really, he's not some ritual mage for hire.

"As for where I'm from, it's Earth. Eire. Tara-on-the-Hill." He did say that, he could have sworn he said that. But what else would he expect from a Caledonian?

"Veterinarian. Explains the cats." He had mumbled it softly, to himself. But the last title catches his attention.

"'Tara-on-the-Hill'? Is that a location on Earth or another name for the planet?"

Because, well, it's a location he's not heard of before. He looks around, though, he supposes different universe. Still, he has an interest in languages. Knowing over five billion, tends to have that effect.

"It's the capital city of Eire... Ireland for you maybe... where the king lives."

The ancient kings of Ireland did live in a place called the Hill of Tara. It's more than possible that there's some language drift happening when it got to Trever's time.

"Which king?"

Oh sure, the Doctor could ask the dates, and he would probably know, but given everything with the cat, this way might give him more information.

Unfortunately, Trever's answer isn't going to be helping much, what with the current king being so much more recent than any king that the Doctor would know of.

"Calvin Daly. He took the throne in 2010." He doesn't expect the Doctor to get the reference. No one has yet, which is really sad for him and his brother. It just makes them feel even more alone because other people don't have the same frame of reference they do.

Well. At least that explains why Trever gives him a bit of a headache.

"I see. So a parallel world then."

He shrugs, wouldn't be the first time he's encountered such things.

If that's the case then everyone is going to give the poor Doctor a headache.

"Yeah... I guess so. I'm not up on parallel world theory, but my world seems to be pretty different in some basic aspects than other peoples' here."

Well, pudding brains have that affect on him anyway, so it's nothing new.

"You've been here how long and you're not up on parallel world theory?"

The Doctor's opinion is dropping quickly.

"I got all my knowledge about parallel universes and time travel from science fiction books and TV shows. I'm not a ritual mage or a physicist so I don't know the nitty gritty details science parts of it," Trever said.

"And I'm not really sure what the difference between an alternate reality and a parallel universe is because everyone seems to have a different definition."

He then gives a quirk of a smile, "And I'm sure there are some people here who don't care about the theory. They just want to go home."

"Well doesn't that just explain everything. You should try reading some actual science books, then."

And he gets more impatient the less the other man seems to know. "It's simple. You have a choice: turn right or turn left. You choose to turn right. A parallel universe can be created with everything that would happen if you had turned left. It's called 'Parallel' because that's how the universes function: parallel to each other, but never quite touching."

He takes a breath, it's probably not worth it, but he can't stand ignorance. "A alternate universe is when everything may seem the same on the surface, but if you go just a bit deeper, you find everything is different. So you live in Ireland on the planet Earth, in my Universe, the Green Isle is divided into Northern Ireland, and is part of the United Kingdom, under the monarchy and the Republic of Ireland and is a democracy. In your universe, you still have a King over all of Ireland. It's similar enough to be recognisable, but it's very different, which makes it 'alternate'."

He doesn't actually expect the man to understand anything that he just said.

"Parallel are universes created by choices we make. There's one out there where I'm a professional football player instead of a vet," Trever said.

"Alternate realities is your universe versus mine. There's similarities on the surface but when you really look at it there's some serious differences. Like the fact that some worlds apparently don't have any magic while mine does. And it's Eire not Ireland."

The last bit is said irritably. Because, it is different. Eire never got chopped in half for starters.

The Doctor huffs impatiently. "Well, at least you understand now. As to language, you use yours. I use mine."

Some things never change.

"Now, I was doing something important before your cat distracted me, so I'll be off."

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