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?"

[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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.