asgardmeridiem | [OPEN] I'm still cooking

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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Not really, no.

Ah, well. I suppose it can't have been terribly important, then.

Maybe not.

So what do you do around here anyway? What do I do?

How would I know what you do? But we live on. When there's not something new to be fought, at least.

I meant us.

[ Pronouns, man. ]

The Doctor. We don't just stay in one place.

[Always so inconvenient, when one has multiple selves running about.]

We don't normally stay in one place.

Exactly! So? What do we do?

Try and find things out, I suppose. When we aren't getting involved in the things that are going on here, anyway.

Well, that's good. So. Got anything yet?

Of course we have! But you'd really be best asking one our selves who've been here longer than me. If you're really looking for the comprehensive answers, that is.

I think I'd be better off looking for someone else even if you had been here longer.

[ He loves you really. ]

Even if-- I am capable of giving a proper answer!

[After work and often some prodding, yes. But that doesn't mean the answers aren't there.]

Well, go on then!

[ He claps his hands twice. ]

No time like the present. Give me your best.

[Well, that's not quite how he'd planned to have things go, and there's a noise of very distinct frustration before anything else.

But that aside, he does have a general idea of what he's being asked for, and for all that he doesn't like how things have turned out he supposes he really ought to do his best for it.]

Ah, well, I know things aren't necessarily what they seem. And if this really is the Asgard spoken of in myth I suppose that leaves some suggestions as to what they might be doing. And with how it's maybe seemed like things aren't going very well for the gods that might not be terribly good.

Not to mention the part where we're all more or less human here. Something about how the power that brought us here works.

[ Well, he should hope he's fairly good at making himself do things he might not necessarily want to. ]

It's definitely not the Asgard of our reality, I can tell you that much. Fairly sure it isn't, anyway. So all of me are wrong, then? Not my regeneration messing up. That's a relief.