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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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Twelve would be disappointed in Eleven's lack of memory. Of course that was what he did back then. But, how could Eleven forget the way Sarah Jane had accepted his transformation, or Tegan, Nyssa and Adric? How could he forget that Jackie accepted him faster than Rose? There were many companions that handled it better than his recent lot.

"Well, we didn't hold it off in the way we did when you popped out. It was actually pretty quick. No glowing light. One second I was you, the next I was me."

Which is downright strange now that he thinks about it. As Regenerations go, it was the quickest if you talked about when the actual transformation happened.

"The Regeneration sickness was a doozy, though. Couldn't keep people straight."

He didn't even remember where his face had come from.

"Interesting, though... The TARDISes from earlier are here, but not mine. So, the question is: Is she up to something or has this 'Q' figured us out."

That caused Eleven to grimace. The worst he did in this body was walk into a tree. He still managed to save the world in twenty minutes AND only destroy one shed.

"I think Q may have figured her out. I doubt he knows what to expect from us since he keeps bringing more and more of us here."

He walks over to one of them... Eleven's? Ten's? Eight's? Doesn't matter, they're all her.

"Well, that would be my luck."

If only he knew who would arrive a month from now.

"He probably has figured out we're rubbish without her. Not having her here from my time just adds insult to injury. And that leaves just two questions: how do we find this 'Q' and who's going to stop me when we do?"

Because 'angry' doesn't even begin to describe what he is. Bring him here, fine. Even the companions, as long as they don't get hurt. But bring his TARDIS, feed her gross tasting universe energy (well KITT had said that, who is he to question kit), and cut her off from him? Unacceptable.

"As far as I can tell, my TARDIS is generally fine. A little cranky, but fine."

He hadn't asked anyone about the gross tasting universe energy, nor did he really think of that as being a problem. But based on the way the TARDIS was acting, Eleven just thought she was mad at him...again...for some reason. It can't be because he doesn't visit. He does that every day.

"I've done some asking around, isn't harmful really. If he were I doubt he would let her in here at all."

"But it's not our universe... Remember the first time we went to Pete's World? Nearly killed her. We thought it did kill her. But she was oh so clever."

And his expression darkens when Eleven gives Q the benefit of the doubt.

"Really? Was I always so blind to things when I was you? I mean, you do understand that he's the 'bad guy', right?"

"She always is."

There was a reason he was so proud that the TARDIS was his and that was one of them.

"And we've been the 'bad guy' too. Haven't we?"

So for the moment, even though Q was snatching people from their lives he was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. At least until Q does something that makes that change.

"Not intentionally. And never to cut her off from us like this. And she taught us to always respect her... Our 'Friend Ship'."

He shudders a bit at the memory of Anti-time and Zagreus. He hides his face in his hand. And yes, he got a bit angry when he didn't find Gallifrey. They talked about it. Well, he talked. He assumed she listened. And then he thought about Clara betraying both of them by thinking she was throwing his keys into the volcano... Sure he was acting, but the question had been raised. And there was only one answer.

"I don't know what to do without her."

To Eleven, Gallifrey was still destroyed. That hadn't happened for him yet, at least while wearing this face.

"We're not without her," he said, trying to be as comforting as he could. Being without the TARDIS was a scary prospect for him too. She was the only one who was around through all the centuries, the only one that kept him company. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind another visitor."

Twelve considers rolling his eyes or reminding his younger self that he's not 'Another visitor', but sometimes it's really not worth it.

"And yet we are. No access to her, so we're without her."

Eleven didn't mean it quite like that. He meant that the TARDIS would be happy to have another one of him come and visit. Between however many of them were on the Enterprise, he doubted she was ever alone for too long.

"You can't still hear her?" That's what he thought of it as. Hearing her. "She knows we're here I'm sure, and she doesn't take us where we don't need to be."

So following that logic, the ship would also know what would happen to her if they wound up here.

"It's a bit like listening to her underwater. Exceptionally muted and what can be heard is entirely distorted."

But that he could live with. It's the not being inside of her that is troublesome. She needs constant maintenance. And he hates the idea of her being lonely. Not that he can admit such sentiment even to himself.

Eleven understood that feeling, especially after really, properly, meeting his ship. But something said, and maybe it was her, that while it wasn't ideal, it was, most likely, safe.

"Maybe we'll be able to get inside soon...just to check up on things."

He nods once. "Maybe..."

He doesn't sound confident that will happen.

"I should..."

He tapers off. Because 'go' doesn't seem right when they have no here to go. Which makes him wonder.

"What do you do around here? To keep the feeling of being trapped at bay?"

"Well, you know me, getting into all sorts of places I shouldn't be."

Other than that, he'd mostly been keeping to himself and visiting with his friends from the past.

He pulls a face a that. "Well, yes, that sort of sums us right up. I had hoped... there'd be something more."

Oh well, something else to mull over in regards to Q.

Twelve wasn't the only one who'd been hoping for something more, but to tell the truth, there hadn't been much. Or at least not much that was out of the ordinary for the Doctor.

"The ship docks, explores space, new people pop in and out all the time, but other than that...hasn't been much."

He pulls a face.

"That sounds... mundane."

And he's disappointed.

"So basically, we hang out and try to not get into trouble while doing things that we can get into trouble doing."

He pulls out his sonic.

"Found anything fun to do with these?"

"That is how I got into the observation lounge."

Which was very much not someplace he was supposed to be. But that's what happened when there was a Doctor on board.

"I can't get the food replicators to make fish custard...yet."

He's about to comment on the breaking and entering. Isn't that just what they did every time they landed the TARDIS somewhere? But then the younger man (in more ways than one) goes on to mention fish custard and he blanches.

"I've grown out of that and please don't mention it ever again."

"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.

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.

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?"

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.

"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.

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.

Edited 2015-12-28 20:56 (UTC)

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I love being the one who forgets...since I usually forget :)

I could never play Eleven because I don't forget ;) It would cause a brain conflict LOL

I'm still catching up on Classic Who stuff, it's a lot of tv. And the audios sucked me in

OMG the Audios are brilliant! XD I have so many of them to get through :|

They are...I've been kind of jumping around from series to series.

Me too, but I've decided to work on Main Range right now. 13 days worth.

I'm doing the Gallifrey Ones. But most of them are on CD. So I keep having to wait

Gallifrey Series is Splended. Also sent a PM

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