[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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[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?"

[comeonthensexy]

"Oh ..." He scrubbed a hand over his face and blinked over at Brax. "Stable? I think."

[becauseichooseto]

"Well, that's good," he replies agreeably, looking for evidence that makes him a liar.

[comeonthensexy]

"Surprisingly smooth. Haven't even fainted. That's a nice change."

He hops back onto his feet, to take a moment and just sort of ... test everything. He supposes now is the time to start worrying about clothes.

[becauseichooseto]

"Oh, congratulations," he replies, truly meant even if it did come with a humoured undertone.

[comeonthensexy]

"Thank you!"

With a grin and everything. Because it is an accomplishment, okay.

He takes a spin, and stops facing Brax again. Hm ...

"You think this is going to pass? I'll go back to ... what you lot are used to? Everyone else seems to think so."

[becauseichooseto]

"Well, it's the likeliest outcome," he replies before shrugging. "If it doesn't, I'm sure we'll manage."

[comeonthensexy]

"That would be for the best, I suppose."

Being stuck here doesn't sound very appealing. At the same time, though, he's not sure how he likes that. People obviously not really wanting him as he is now.

[becauseichooseto]

"Don't worry, I'll still just barely want to tolerate you," he smirks in response.

[comeonthensexy]

"I am immensely relieved."

Actually not entirely false. But he should hope Time Lords would have an easier time with these things.

[becauseichooseto]

"Of course," he smirks at him. "Nice suit. Or rather I'm sure it was, at some point."

[comeonthensexy]

"Hm?" He looks down, as though he'd forgotten. "Oh, yes. Yes, I guess it was. Met an unfortunate end. Hard to come out unscathed from a crashing TARDIS."

The shirt gets a tug, and he shrugs. Ten's clothes, though, so really he doesn't care overly much.

[becauseichooseto]

"I wouldn't know," he remarks, as if Irving Braxiatel never gets into that kind of trouble. Of course he doesn't!