[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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[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.

[becauseichooseto]

"The evidence would not seem to support that," he replies, shaking his head. "Everyone gets comfortable sometimes, Doctor, even you."

[comeonthensexy]

He starts pacing around the room. Scrubs a hand over his face. Ugh. Half an hour and this day is already so stressful, for seemingly mundane reasons. But they're piling on.

[becauseichooseto]

Irving's feeling the strain too, though he's only showing it as irritation at the most. He sighs and sits back, forcing himself to relax.

[comeonthensexy]

Forcing yourself to relax is rather paradoxical.

Let's just. Move onto something else. He stops abruptly, and swings an arm out as he turns back to Brax.

"What exactly is this place?"

[becauseichooseto]

Brax has had a lot of practice. "It would seem to be some sort of nexus in the multiverse. What happens here has an effect on the whole."

[comeonthensexy]

"No, I meant-- The multiverse?"

Seriously?

[becauseichooseto]

"Hm," he nods. Seriously. Moving on. "What did you mean?"