[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]

"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!

[comeonthensexy]

"Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't."

You're not that much better than him.

[becauseichooseto]

"One of us has to behave," he remarks,

[comeonthensexy]

"Never been a concern before."

None of them have ever truly been ideal Time Lords.

[becauseichooseto]

"Perhaps by your memory," he remarks, remembering a time when he'd literally been the ideal Time Lord, at least outwardly.

[comeonthensexy]

"You don't fool me, Braxy," he says, and reaches a foot out to nudge Brax's calf.

[becauseichooseto]

He rolls his eyes at the name. "Oh, no, of course not."

[comeonthensexy]

"Well." He idly pats at his thighs. "I think I better be off. Get to know the city, in case this doesn't fix itself."

Fix itself, like it's wrong.

[becauseichooseto]

"Get a change of clothes while you're at it. Your house is in Thor's District," he replies. He's not going to comment whether or not it's wrong. It would simply be a lot more convenient if he remembered.

[comeonthensexy]

He pauses on the way to the door.

"Yeah, I know. It's where I started off."

[becauseichooseto]

"Oh, good," he nods, satisfied with that.

[comeonthensexy]

With one last smile, the Doctor swans out the door.