The Doctor will See You Now....

[madman_inabox]

Three flips of a lever and one environment check later, the Eleventh Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS straight into what looked like a cargo bay of a very large spaceship. Which was not supposed to be what happened at all. He was supposed to be going to Arcateen V. The Butterfly People have a very lovely spring festival that was supposed to be taking place now, and after the mess of Trenzalore, and the Great Intelligence, he could use a very lovely Spring Festival.

But this was most certainly not Aracteen V. This was a cargo bay. A very, unspringlike cargo bay. How Disappointing. He turned to go back inside his ship, and found the doors to be locked. He huffed out an irritated sound and leaned against the doors. Just what he needed. A temperamental TARDIS.

Well, usually when she got like this, there had to be a reason he was where he was. There was always a reason.

After checking for his screwdriver, which he had safely tucked in his pocket with his So he went off in search of someone who could tell him where and when exactly he was. Thanks to his basic knowledge of how humans constructed things and a little bit of exploring he found himself at the door of Ten Forward.

One deep breath and straightening of his bow tie, the one with the vines, it was his favorite combination with the purple frock coat, he stepped through the door and looked around. A bar. Well, that was a bit anti climactic.

Ah well, Geronimo.

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[tragic_optimist]

"Pardon, one side, sir," came a voice from behind the Doctor. Should he turn around, he would find...himself. A younger version of himself. Well, sort of. It was his eighth incarnation, not too long before the change to the one who wouldn't carry the title Doctor.

"I take it you're new as well? That blasted Q is quite the magpie, isn't he? Well, pardon me, I may be able to call forth the bartender here at Ten Forward. A delightful woman, Quinan is. Tell me, what is your name? Do you recognize anything here?"

[madman_inabox]

Eleven knew that voice, though perhaps not from this perspective. He had that voice a few hundred years ago. Though the last time he'd seen this face, the hair wasn't quite as long.

"Q? What's Q?"

He'd save the other bombshell for later.

[tragic_optimist]

"Q, from what I have been able to gather, is a nigh-omnipotent being from this dimension. According to their clocks, it's the 24th century, and humanity, as well as a large number of suspiciously human looking beings have banded together to form the United Federation of Planets," The Doctor continued to explain, oblivious to any kind of look.

"I have been here for a few months now. And I've been able to grow my hair out a bit because of it! So, tell me, now that you've been given the run-down perhaps I should share my name. I'm The Doctor. Who are you?"

[madman_inabox]

That caused Eleven to raise his eyebrows a bit. Omnipotent beings weren't something anyone should really mess with, unless of course, your name was the Doctor. But the rest of the information was useful as well. At least he knew when he was. That was always a starting point.

"I'm the Doctor."

It really was just easier to rip the band-aid off in one fell swoop. No John Smiths, none of that, just 'The Doctor.'

[captgreatcoat]

This is really going to mess with the timelines.

As if they're not messed up enough with Rose and Lucie and Amy and him and two versions of the Doctor, here comes another one. He's not sure just where this one sits in the timeline; as good as Torchwood has always prided itself on being at chasing down the Doctor, even they can only find out so much and Jack, too, is limited.

Still, he knows the face from Torchwood's intel.

Of course, he can't exactly be sure what sort of reception he's going to get, not after the way the earlier Doctor reacted to him, but ...

It's the Doctor. He can't stay away.

"Doctor?" he says, his voice cautious as he stands up from his table, coat swirling around his legs.

[madman_inabox]

The Doctor had no doubt that everything in this place was going to mess with the timelines. Though that didn't stop his grin when he saw his friend.

"I can't say I'm surprised you're here." His comment was good natured though.

[captgreatcoat]

A version of the Doctor that knows him, then.

An incarnation after both the ones he's met here. And ... after so long being here, he should be able to stop that little jump inside at the thought that this time, this time, the Doctor looks happy to see him.

None of that problem, a big problem, none of that fixed point.

A smile. A great big smile that makes one of Jack's flash right back at him.

"It's my way of turning up just where you need me, right?"

[madman_inabox]

This Doctor knows him but hadn't met him. Though he did joke once that he'd be able to go to all of Jack's stag parties. Someday that might be a good idea to try.

Time was such a mess on this ship that the fact that Jack had that fixed point problem wasn't so much of one for the Doctor. He could talk to him and look at him without so much as flinch. Though that might have something to do with the Doctor's own bending of fixed points.

"Seems like it. Though I think I turned up where you need me."

BECAUSE THEY HAVE THEIR OWN ICON!

[heartofasun]

When the Doctor exited the cargo bay to look around there was a young woman waiting for him. Well, someone that looked like a young woman, but was most certainly not. In fact, if he looked at her closely enough he might notice something odd. Something...timey wimey, with a bit of gold glitter and something that both was and wasn't there, wrapped up in a little slightly out of phase bow.

Trance looked at him almost sideways, through him and inside out, trying to trace the lines of probability that inevitably lead back to him. In fact, they weren't that dissimilar to the lines she followed when she met the Doctor. Another embodiment? Q was certainly the collector. Maybe she'd get to meet herself again one of these days.

"Another man with a box. You'd think one would be enough. But that's not it, is it? Not another man with a box. The same being. Different embodiment. I like the bow tie. And the purple coat." She was partial to purple, what could she say.

OMG!!

[madman_inabox]

That was different, someone who knew that he both came with a box, and that he had other faces. What was even more different was that Eleven could tell there was something about her, all those timelines that he usually saw, twisting and swirling all about the universe did something strange around her.

Her appearance wasn't the usual either, but the gold was a nice touch.

But the comment was met with a grin and a straightening of his bow tie. "It's cool isn't it?"

Sorry!!!!!

[heartofasun]

Trance laughed at that. He sounded so sweet. Enduring. Almost childlike--but for someone with that many lines of probability circling around him, that much influence, he most certainly wasn't. She almost felt like skipping toward him, reminiscent of her younger, also more child-like self.

"I'm Trance. And I think you've just been kidnapped." It wasn't a fun experience. And she couldn't do anything. Fix anything. Seeing all these anomolies masquerading around in what was a perfectly healthy time line, in a perfectly good future. Maybe not the Best Possible Future, but good enough.

Not a problem!

[madman_inabox]

Eleven had that effect on people. He'd probably be one of the first to admit it too, if asked.

"Trance, that's an interesting name, Trance. I'm The Doctor. But I think you knew that already."

He'd also agree that this future was a good one from what he could tell in his brief time here. So that was something.

"Kidnapped...right. Well who's done the kidnapping?"

Right now, Trance knew more than he did about everything.

ooc: well you did say it was okay to belatedly tag this, um... >_>;

[and_she_waited]

Something old.

She's been waiting.

Waiting for a madman in a blue box.

(Her madman.)

Something new.

She and Rory have been trapped on this ship for months, but she never lost hope the Doctor would find them. It just ended up that Q found Rory first.

When he'd told her he had a way to get back home, to find the Doctor and tell him what had happened, they'd argued about her going with him. If he could get off this ship then so could she, right? Apparently it didn't work that way.

But not to worry, Amy. He'd find him. He'd find the Doctor, and they'd come back.

That was just moments ago.

Something borrowed.

The frown is still on her face when she starts making her way through the lounge, arms folded over her chest. No, it's fine, really. She loves being stuck on this tin can. Well, all right, Risa was sort of fun, but it isn't the same as the TARDIS, and it isn't the same as travelling with the—

"Doctor."

She stops in the middle of the room, eyes wide and blinking at the man who just walked in. In that awful frock coat and bow tie that won't match no matter how many times he argues with her that it will but it doesn't matter.

Because he's there for her to challenge his fashion sense.

He's there.

Something blue.

"Doctor!" she yells, sustaining the name until she's almost out of breath.

And then she's off, barrelling across the room. Toward him.

Totally fine :)

[madman_inabox]

Eleven would know that voice anywhere. Amelia Pond.

It seemed like a lifetime ago he'd crashed into her garden and destroyed her shed. So much had happened since then, so many adventures, so many sorrows, and so much pain. But here she was, running toward him, and when she got close enough, he caught her in one of his twirling hugs.

Mad, Impossible, Amy Pond. His best friend. His Mother-in-Law. The woman he truly thought he'd never see again was here. Alive, Happy, and so very Amy. He grinned.

"Amelia Pond!" He said, after setting her back down on the ground. Someday, if he ever meets Q, he would have to say 'thank you.'

[and_she_waited]

She's laughing gaily, eyes bright and cheery. After months and months of wondering and waiting, he's finally here. He's as solid and real as anybody, and she holds on tight as he spins her round, everything else in the room blurring into nothing.

"What took you so long?" she scolds, batting his shoulder.

There's no sting to it, though. Well, maybe there's a little sting, but she's only excited.

"You look different. Where 'ave you been? Did Rory find you? Did you bring the TARDIS?" she asks, one question after another.

[madman_inabox]

"I have a bad sense of time, you know that." By now, unless Amy had just started traveling with him. In which case she'd have no idea.

"Oh, I've been here or there. And my coat's purple now, do you like it?" For some reason he thought she would, "And I did."

Sorry for the super late tag-in

[agathaheterodyne]

Anticlimactic? With Agatha around? Yeah. Right.

Just as the doors opened, something went flying towards his head. A gear of some sort, trailing smoke behind it.

She pushed her goggles up to the top of her head and followed the path of it with her eyes. She frowned a bit, then sighed, rubbing her face.

This time the explosion had been small, at least. But not terribly informative...

No problem!

[madman_inabox]

Eleven Dodged the flying object with a quick half twirl. Okay, well that was something different. He hadn't expected something to explode and have something fly at his head. If he didn't know better he'd swear there was another him trying to build something.

"What happened?"

Re: No problem!

[agathaheterodyne]

"Mind bringing that back?" Agatha asked as she turned back to her invention, frowning deeply.

"This should work..."

Sorry for the super late tag-in

[kaylinneya]

Kaylin had been about to walk out as he walked in.

Going by height, she was nothing impressive. Five foot nothing if she stood on her toes and hoped. Or hopped. What made her impressive wasn't necessarily the dagger on either hip, certainly wasn't her ragged hair staked back with a stick, or the delicate flower marked on her face.

Most of what made her impressive was hidden under long sleeves and long pants, but part of it, was visible. A coiled creature that was around her neck, chewing on her hair. It looked like a dragon, about the size of a cat, before you accounted for the wings, the long prehensile neck, and the long prehensile tail. The creature had dark opal eyes, but everything else about it... was transparent. Even with the solid and very present eyes, the whole creature seemed somehow... both unreal and very real.

It stopped chewing and turned to study him.

"Don't you dare breathe on him," Kaylin warned it sharply.

No problem!

[madman_inabox]

Oh! A dragon. Or something that looked like a dragon. He hadn't seen one of those in years or at least what he thought was years.

"Fire?" That wouldn't be a good thing to have on a starship. Not at all.

Re: No problem!

[kaylinneya]

"Chaos," she said dryly. It was clear from her face that she thought chaos was far worse than fire.

Sorry for the super late tag-in

[primeverdeen]

What was it Amy had said, "except when a kid was crying"?

Well, Prim was sitting curled up in a seat by the window, her forehead against the reflective surface, trying to hide her quiet tears. But of course they were visible in the mirror image of her face.

She was curled in a too-large leather hunting jacket, holding an over-sized book to her chest.

No problem!

[madman_inabox]

That was one of the things that always got to this face, crying children. It was never something he could ignore, especially when they were crying quietly. Sometimes crying meant that children were afraid or angry, or just plain upset. Quietly crying though, that meant something was so wrong that they just couldn't stop.

That was the worst kind of crying.

So, Eleven did what he always did in these situations and went over to sit next to the girl.

"Hello, what's your name?"

Re: No problem!

[primeverdeen]

It took a little too long for her to look up, for her to realize that she wasn't alone, that someone was talking to her.

The look in her eyes was pained. Hollow. It took her even longer to figure out what he had asked.

"P...Prim..." she said softly. "Katniss' si..." her voice caught and a tear slipped down her face. "Sister." she finished in a shaky whisper.