[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.

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[comeonthensexy]

How considerate of you.

When the tea's finished, he still doesn't turn around but he does talk again.

"I still don't think saying I lost them is right." He sniffs. "Are the gods really that powerful? So they can just ... mess about with my timeline."

It makes him uncomfortable. And, once again, angry. Honestly.

[becauseichooseto]

"Yes," he says. "For once in your lives, Doctor, trust me? I don't mean you any harm. I have nothing to gain from insisting."

[comeonthensexy]

"But it, it--"

Of course, in a way, the proof is also right here. In the fact that Brax is here, and that several Doctors can be here with seemingly no repercussions. Who are they? The gods.

He presses his knuckles to his forehead, takes a very slight step to turn just enough that he could look over his shoulder and see Brax properly, should he like to. And he drops his hand, forms it as though he's trying to grip something.

"But why? What's the point?"

[becauseichooseto]

He's actually angry too about it. "I'm sure it seemed amusing," is the only answer he comes up with and it's unacceptable. "Gods don't tend to think."

[comeonthensexy]

"I don't like people just ... doing what they feel like with me. And I do not need this right now."

He's sure Brax already knows that, but he hasn't told anyone and maybe it's about time. He's tired already and he's only just started. Really, he should be sleeping, but he's too restless for it.

Stupid regeneration.

[becauseichooseto]

"Few people do," he replies. "But, for whatever it's worth, you've founded a decent life here. You've your wife, your daughter and actually get along with your other selves."

[comeonthensexy]

"--I have my what?"

He knows about Alice already, but. What?

[becauseichooseto]

He holds up his hand. "I shouldn't concern yourself. She no more the settling down type than you are. A decent match, as it goes."

[comeonthensexy]

"That's great but. Wife?"

He's not the marrying kind! Is he?

[becauseichooseto]

"Can't even blame the gods for that much, I'm afraid she arrived your wife," he shrugs. The Doctor's love life is not his problem.

[comeonthensexy]

His eyebrows shoot up, and his gaze turns distant. Wow.

"My wife."

He gets married? Dear lord. He won't even think about just who it might be to, because he has a perfectly good hunch.

[becauseichooseto]

"Quite," he remarks, not having a horse in this race, so not really pushed to go into it.

[comeonthensexy]

"Ohhh."

He crumples, leans back against the desk and covers his face with his palm. That's a bit more than he needs. This whole day has been full of a bit more than he needs and things he doesn't need at all.

[becauseichooseto]

Irving goes to his side. "Come, sit down," he says, guiding him to the sofa.

[comeonthensexy]

Oh, well, okay then. He allows Brax to lead him, and flops down as soon as he can.

"I've only been alive half an hour," he says, incredulous.

[becauseichooseto]

He pauses. "More tea? I'm afraid I don't have a zero room handy."

[comeonthensexy]

"No, no." He waves a hand tiredly in the air. "I've had enough tea, I think. Should be fine."

[becauseichooseto]

"All right," he nods, watching him.

[comeonthensexy]

For a long while, he just looks right back. His brother. His most likely dead--

He really has to not think about that. He's tired of thinking about all those losses, of hurting until he's raw, of pain. He wants to be done with it. Can't he be done with it?

"How long have you been here?"

[becauseichooseto]

"A few months," he replies, considering just telling him. But as the Doctor's aware, the Doctor is tired.

[comeonthensexy]

"Oh, brilliant." He buries his face in his hands. "Being stuck in a city for months. Brilliant. I wasn't made for this!"

[becauseichooseto]

"I would have thought the same, frankly," he admits. "But you seem reasonably content, aside from the necessities of the war and" he gestures with his hand at him. "The vagaries of these gods."

[comeonthensexy]

"Content? Content?" He raises his head abruptly and frowns at Brax. "How can I be content? What hellish spirit flew into me?" And a grimace. "No, ignore that, that's a rubbish saying."

[becauseichooseto]

"Oh, yes, the plaintive cry of the Ever-Wanderer," he huffs. "Put aside your pride for a moment and realise that it's quite all right to have a place where you can spend some time with people you care for. Particularly, if one or two of them include people who you could not do so otherwise?"

[comeonthensexy]

"It doesn't have to do with pride! It's just that I, I ... I can't."

And up he goes onto his feet again because what is sitting still.