[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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[becauseichooseto]

"My office is an office," he shrugs. "Well, why not? There's an axis."

[comeonthensexy]

"Yeah, but what is it an office of?" Really, Brax. "But they can't just play around with the multiverse like this!"

[becauseichooseto]

"This is a radio station," he replies. Honestly, there's a huge antenna out the top of it. Context clues!

"I'm pretty sure, to their limited credit, it was not a decision taken lightly but in desperation."

[comeonthensexy]

Well he didn't look!

"Isn't it always?" He raises an eyebrow. "What made you pick up a radio station?"

[becauseichooseto]

"Well, one would hope so," he remarks. He'd hate it if it were a simple an exercise in ego. "It was an obvious gap in the market."

[comeonthensexy]

"Ah."

He flops back down on the couch. Picks at a cushion. Hrm.

"So ... This war. And Ragnarok. Seriously?"

[becauseichooseto]

"People die and everything," he says in that usual bluntness that deflects any notion that he cares. A lie, of course, but among Time Lords, usually the kind that go unchallenged.

[comeonthensexy]

Oh, sure, be that way. He frowns. Pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Seriously, then."

[becauseichooseto]

"Yes."

[comeonthensexy]

"Brilliant." He drops his head back against the back of the couch and stays silent for a while. "The radio thing going fine, at least?"

[becauseichooseto]

He shrugs. "Oh, yes, quite well. Thank you."

[comeonthensexy]

"That's good. Always something." Scrunches face. "That's depressing, I don't want to be depressing."

[becauseichooseto]

"Only depressing enough, I assure you," he shrugs.

[comeonthensexy]

"That's actually not very reassuring."

[becauseichooseto]

He sighs. "A life that isn't full of rainbows and lollipops. Sounds very much like all your other ones, Doctor, doesn't it?"

[comeonthensexy]

"Yeah, but I like to think it's more hopeful than all this is sounding so far."

[becauseichooseto]

"Well, if you're determined to take all the negatives in what I've said, be my guest, Doctor," he shrugs.

[comeonthensexy]

"Urgh." Maybe if he drives the back of his head into the couch cushion a few times things will feel better. "Where were the positives?"

[becauseichooseto]

"You mean aside from the number of friends and family you have here?" he asks, remembering he wasn't terribly impressed.

[comeonthensexy]

"Oh." He frowns. "I don't even know most of them yet. Don't remember them. Whatever."

[becauseichooseto]

"That does not invalidate them," he reminds him. Not that he feels that's especially necessary.

[comeonthensexy]

"I know that, but I'm not-- You should have seen how ... How it just got to them."

He leans forehead against his fingertips. Closes his eyes.

[becauseichooseto]

"Some of them aren't accustomed to the vagaries of time travel," he replies, soothingly. "But you and they will be all right."

[comeonthensexy]

"No, I suppose not."

The vote of confidence is appreciated, though, and the Doctor offers a smile. Ah, well.

[becauseichooseto]

Irving smiles back, glad that the denial is wearing off. "How are you feeling now?"