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ten_fwd2015-02-16 11:51 pm
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The Doctor will See You Now....
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.
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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"Since we have incarnation done,I'm curious as to your actual age, or would that be too much information?" This is said half-seriously.
Gogo. Leela. Peri. Charlie.
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Over a millennium of time travel and birthdays become a little less meaningful. Or he could be lying. That happened sometimes too.
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There's something there. The Doctor can't put his finger on it, but something bugs him about that. Maybe it's the implication that he stops remembering his age. In his current incarnation, memory problems abounded. But...probably just paranoia.
"I do know a thing or two about not remembering. But...you would remember that, wouldn't you?"
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Though the whole seventh to eighth regeneration was a little rough. As far as why he wasn't giving his exact age, well that would be considered spoilers. His younger self still had a lot of growing up to do.