[OPEN] I'm still cooking

[comeonthensexy]

Who: The Eleventh Doctor and YOU
What: The Doctor's gotten cursed and comes from right after regenerating from Ten to Eleven. Fun times ensue.
When: Day 411
Where: All over Asgard?!
Rating: G?

[ Falling out of the TARDIS and ending up here is a little disorienting. Or is that the regeneration? Maybe a bit of both.

After checking out the new bracelet thing and contacting the network, he starts wandering. He's very notably raggedy (also wet), with tears in his trousers and shirt. And are there singes? And for anyone who's seen him around or knows him, there's a distinct lack of bow tie, replaced with a regular old tie. What?

Really, with how bad his motor skills are, it's only a matter of time before he runs into someone. ]

((OOC: Despite the written set-up, this a catch-all log for my one-day Eleventh Hour curse, and there can be scenes outside of this. You're very free to use it though! If you want to do something else, feel free to PM me or pp/ping me on Tossino or IM me at AIM @ thetossedone. Or. Something. Yes.

There's also a network post! Which you're free to check out.))

Comments

[becauseichooseto]

Irving has come out of the radio station and gives the Doctor a surprised look. "What ever happened to you? Take a dip with a dragon?"

[comeonthensexy]

See, the Doctor's turning around very much with the attention to reply, but whatever he was going to say ends up turning into a strangled noise instead as he stops and stares. What? But it. It can't be. It can't be.

He closes his mouth, puffs his cheeks out for a moment, and manages a:

"Brax?"

[becauseichooseto]

He's surprised. Surprised to see him. Which makes Irving's hearts sink. Dammit. "Yes, hello," he replies. "Lost your memory, have you. Let me get you some tea."

[comeonthensexy]

"Lost my memory? Nnnnoo, I don't think so. Well, at least, I know who I am this time. I won't say no to tea, though." But, most importantly. "How can you be here?"

Thor House Early Morning

[madcuriosity]

[Alice was making breakfast when her father finally came down.

Although.... for some odd reason he was... what was he even wearing? And why was he all wet!]

Doctor? [She set down the dish and came over to him.]

Doctor whatever are you wearing?

[comeonthensexy]

[ He jumps at the sudden voice, because he didn't really expect to ... meet anyone. Which is silly, considering it's a house. And people live in houses.

He was just going to leave quietly (or less so - he was about to trip on the stairs, there), but. Apparently not. ]

Oh, hello! Sorry, is this your house?

[ He points over his shoulder with his thumb. ]

[madcuriosity]

It's your house too, you silly goose. You, me, Mrs. River, Miss Clara, Mr. Rory... actually... I don't know exactly who lives here since it changes so much. But I certainly know you and I live here. Mother... technically lives here but you know how she's always visiting the other house and Doctors.

What a silly sort of question you've gone and asked. Is this because you've not had breakfast yet?

[comeonthensexy]

--I really don't know what you're talking about right now, but. River? River's here? River Song?

[ Already? ]

[oncomingblonde]

[Really, it's not that much of a surprise to see the Doctor wandering about with singed, sopping clothes, with his propensity for situations. What does surprise her, however, when she comes around the corner to see him a ways off, is exactly what clothes he seems to be in. Pinstripes... that tie... Rose takes off towards him, curious.]

Doctor!

[comeonthensexy]

[ No.

No, no, no, no. What? No. It can't be ...

But it is. He stops, and stares, and doesn't want to believe it, but it is. It's Rose. ]

Rose?

[ But how? ]

[oncomingblonde]

[Rose doesn't miss the surprise in his expression, but the thought that this could be him from another point doesn't even cross her mind. She catches up with him on the sidewalk, still far more curious than concerned.]

You alright, there? You look like you got tossed in a river.

[She reaches out as if to grab a hold of the tie, but draws her fingers back, instead looking up into his face. What she doesn't say yet is, Why are you dressed like my Doctor? Because no matter the mystery there, the clothes look pretty beat up, and she's quickly checking for apparent injuries.]

[comeonthensexy]

Well, I ... fell into the swimming pool.

[ He shoves his hands into his pockets. Licks his lips. This city is already turning out to become his ruin. Although ...

This is something of a test, he supposes. How effective was the regeneration? ]

[allpurposescarf]

[Running into to people is, unfortunately, rather the least of his worries just at the moment. Especially with Four's habit of letting his scarf trail very nearly to the ground at the best of times. But it's at least a relatively minor thing, in so far as he's concerned.

He hasn't really counted on running into his futuremost self, though, and is almost certainly not expecting ay more trouble with the regeneration than he's already seen in their conversation earlier. But that is, perhaps, the nature of life, with them.]

[comeonthensexy]

[ Four is quite someone to run into, too. Eleven doesn't trip on the scarf (yet), but Four is still tall and it's a bit like running into a wall.

Eleven topples right over. ]

[allpurposescarf]

[He certainly is quite someone to run into. And he certainly hadn't been intending to act as something like like a human wall, if his expression as he turns to look at Eleven is any indication.]

Are you alright?

[He's offering a hand up even as he speaks, though, which is at least a step in the right direction.]

[comeonthensexy]

[ Oh, a helping hand, that's nice. Eleven takes it and is quickly back on his feet. Shakes his head. ]

... Fine. Just fine.

[ He lightly claps his head. ]

[sexyoldgirl]

[Oh she'd seen the post. Seen the clothes and his apple request and knew exactly when he was from. He was new and young and old all at the same time. The TARDIS hadn't been at the house last night, off sleeping in someone else's bed. She didn't comment on his network post either.

Instead she forced herself up and out in order to find him. It would be better that way, better to see him with her own eyes and touch him with her hands. Maybe she'd bite him again for causing so much grief with his little trip back through time. Knowing the streets as well as she does, it doesn't take too long to find him looking as though he crawled through her corridors on his hands and knees. (Not far from the truth.)

When she does spot him, the TARDIS doesn't hesitate to step into his personal space to grab his tie.]

It's not an apple you need.

[comeonthensexy]

[ Oh, hello. Stranger taking him by the tie. A familiar stranger. How does that work? ]

No?

[sexyoldgirl]

[She will proceed to drag him back towards the house, making sure not to choke him with his own tie.]

Apples are rubbish. It's not what your hilarious enormous chin needs to get through this. What you need... [A slight distracted pause.] Ah! That's right, you were fish fingers and custard.

[notsogrimreaper]

[Luckily, he doesn't collide with Ryoji, but after he was rescued, it's pretty obvious that he should try to return the favour... and the Doctor certainly doesn't look to be in good shape.]

Doctor! What happened to you?

[comeonthensexy]

[ He spins around a lap to see who's calling, and smiles when he spots him. ]

Hello! Depends on what makes you ask.

[notsogrimreaper]

[Ryoji pauses, lost for words. How could he not ask?]

W-Well, I mean, you’re soaked, and your clothes are all torn and burnt… you must have gotten into some sort of trouble...

[faceofbeau]

Jack's eyebrows hike right up his forehead as he catches sight of the Doctor... wearing the Doctor's clothing? Because that's definitely the wrong outfit for the wrong regeneration, the pinstriped suit on the bowtied face, and boy is that cause for confusion and possibly concern. Because for the eleventh Doctor to wear the tenth Doctor's suit, especially in that condition, it means either some kind of closet monster has gotten to the house, or...

"Doc?" He approaches casually, eyebrows still raised, a part amused and part questioning look on his face. "You alright?"

[comeonthensexy]

Jack.

And now the Doctor finally realises how something is wrong. It should be difficult to look at Jack. And don't get him wrong; it's nice that it isn't! But it should be. And that is just not right.

Did regeneration do something?

He blinks a few times. Rubs his fingers over his eyes. Stares for a moment.

"That's not right."

[faceofbeau]

Hell. It's exactly what he was afraid of then. Well, at least he's here, if younger and missing some memories, and not gone completely. Jack crooks something of a rued smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"You're human, Doc. I don't look wrong because you've lost the senses I look wrong to. Sorry." And there is genuine regret in the look he gives the other man. It's the messed up nature of the city, of the situation they're caught in. But- at least they're in it together, right?

"Welcome to Asgard."