[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. ]

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[comeonthensexy]

[ The smile and the joke eases the tension in his own shoulders. Not entirely, but a little. And he smiles too, right before giving a saddened sigh. ]

Terribly. One day I should get to be ginger, right? One day. It's the least the universe could do!

[oncomingblonde]

[Her features relax just a little more at his returned smile.]

All you've done for it, you'd think it'd owe you a favor, yeah?

[comeonthensexy]

You'd think.

[ Sigh. ]

So ... You know me, then. How am I?

[oncomingblonde]

Not too well. I've only been here a month, myself. But you're... kind. Gentler. Just a tad awkward.

[She thinks about the deep, old look in his eyes when she met him before, upon arriving. This man doesn't share that. He's young and wide-eyed and floppy-haired. Maybe he's not gentle at all.]

You know I'm a bit biased, but I 'spose this body's not bad, either.

[comeonthensexy]

Yeah. I know.

[ As it should be. That's quite right.

He shrugs. ]

I suppose I can live with awkward.

[oncomingblonde]

[She smiles at him, best as she can, but there's still sadness behind it. She could tell from his greeting alone that he was more than a little stunned and uncomfortable to see her, even so fresh out of the incarnation that she knew. And that just intensifies the bad feeling she's had in her gut ever since speaking to her own, cockatoo-haired Doctor the other week.]

... What have you been doing with yourself, then?

[comeonthensexy]

[ Not her fault. He is sorry for feeding that bad feeling, though. ]

Here? Oh, just ... wandering about, trying to get a feel of the place. You know me. I jump straight into the fray.

Not that there's much of a fray here.

[oncomingblonde]

Gathered all of that. I meant before you got here.

[She bumps her shoulder gently into his arm gently.]

[comeonthensexy]

Oh.

[ Yeah, he probably partly decided not to work that bit out on purpose.

He rubs his fingers lightly over his lips. ]

Crashed the TARDIS. Landed in the swimming pool.

[oncomingblonde]

[Her expression changes in a heartbeat.]

You crashed the TARDIS?! How'd you manage that?

[It's half frantic concern, and half disbelief and indignation on behalf of the ship herself.]

[comeonthensexy]

Rough regeneration.

[ He'll just bite down blaming Ten. Yeah. ]

[oncomingblonde]

I'm so sorry. I wish I could've-

[No, nope, not going there. She's gathered enough to know that she shouldn't bring up her involvement, or lack thereof, in his future. She furrows her brow and gives a solemn nod. Because what can you even say to that? "Be more careful next time you die"? Be careful or what?

Instead she steps closer and reaches to take his hand, a gesture of sympathy and kindness.]

[comeonthensexy]

[ He lets her. Curls his fingers around her hand and squeezes. So easy to just fall right back into that habit. To let her hand settle him. ]

It's okay. Not your fault.

[ It's his. Always his. ]

[oncomingblonde]

Not yours either, I'm sure.

[Rose squeezes back, tightly. She's doesn't want to know how it happened, but she's sure it was something stupidly noble. Something he didn't need to do - except that he did, he just had to, and she wouldn't trade that part of him for the world.]

Walk with me. I can show you where we're staying.

[comeonthensexy]

[ He knows, really, but he won't say that. Because Rose is holding his hand and he just.

He intended to get away from this. Obviously that's just not possible.

Despite the tightening somewhere in his chest - whatever it is that's doing it - he smiles. ]

Lead the way.