[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.))

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[comeonthensexy]

[ He almost runs into her because of the sudden stop. Frowns deeply. Who is this woman? ]

I don't know. I've got better things to do. And I've never really regenerated like most Time Lords do. Who are you?

[sexyoldgirl]

[She can't help herself, with her free hand the TARDIS grabs his chin.]

Yes, because running around the universe like a chicken without its head is certainly better things to do. I know that, I've been with you since the first one. Oh, I'm the TARDIS. Hello again.

[comeonthensexy]

[ kjdfg swats at her hand. ]

I don't run around the universe like-- What?

[ No. Noooo.

What? ]

[sexyoldgirl]

[There's a brief offended look to flash over her face.]

You certainly do.

Do I really need to repeat myself?

[comeonthensexy]

But how--?

[ He waves his arms at her, eyes wide in disbelief. ]

How is that possible? How can you be the TARDIS? You should be burning up!

[sexyoldgirl]

You'd have to ask the gods how they've pulled me from my box and put me in this receptacle.

[A temporary body, a human shell.]

I'm not connected. They took it from me. [He's one of the few here who will understand what she means by that. There is no Eye of Harmony here. No power of a dying star that courses through her very being.] It's very empty.

[comeonthensexy]

But that's impossible. Really impossible. Or at least it should be.

[ Now it's his turn to really invade her non-existent personal space, as he tugs lightly at her cheeks. But, but ... ]

[sexyoldgirl]

[She merely stares at him as he pinches her cheeks.]

Of course it's not impossible. Just inadvisable.

[comeonthensexy]

But you should be-- Like I said!

[ And yet here she is.

He lowers his hands some, but leave them hovering, and stares at her in disbelief. Disbelief and ... a whole lot else. Hope. Amazement. Love. ]

It's you. It's really you.