A Doctor walks into a bar [Open]

[madman_inabox]

Eleven saw Clara's name on the rooming list during the holiday party, and he found it odd that he hadn't seen her as of yet. Maybe she was spending time with one of the other hims, and he planned on ignoring those feelings of jealousy that swelled up in his stomach thinking about that.

So, since everyone winds up in Ten Forward at some point or other, that's where the Doctor planned on spending the foreseeable future. Eventually, Clara would appear, or Amy, or maybe someone else that he hadn't talked to just yet.

Eleven sat at a table near the window eating his favorite food, fish fingers and custard, something he assumed someone would question him on. Maybe. Eventually.

Comments

[kristenkgcpd]

"Good point: ice cream is pretty close to custard." Kristen observed. "Heard most of these around the station, it seems the later it gets in the shift the more creative people get it seems."

[madman_inabox]

"Station?" He asked, after he finally tore his attention away from his food long enough to actually talk to the other person at the table. "Are you a police officer?"

[kristenkgcpd]

"Civilian archivist and records keeper actually." Kristen gracefully explained.

[madman_inabox]

Kristen might be one of his new favorite people. He did love museums after all. Archivist and Record Keeper was almost like someone who worked in a museum.

"Important work. I love a good archive myself."

[kristenkgcpd]

"Sometimes it does not feel very important." Kristen was honest. "But I know my little slice of the station is needed by pretty much everyone from detectives to the lab techs." she offered.

[madman_inabox]

"Maybe not, but at least you know you make a difference. Imagine how difficult it would be for them to do their jobs without your help."

The Doctor really thought that everyone played their own important part in the universe and without them it would be a drastically different place.