[OPEN] If I were someone else...

[comeonthensexy]

Who: The Eleventh Doctor, various castmates and CR and people aka you
What: Eleven is cursed! And very different.
When: Day 511 to 513
Where: All over
Rating: PG for now, will update as needed

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[quantumtangled]

"Good morning, Doctor."

The man has this peculiar habit of creeping up quietly on people, speaking up at the most unexpected times. Yes, he's in the bookstore, and when did he get here?

"Do you need any help today?"

[comeonthensexy]

The Doctor's rearranging some books to put a new one on the shelves - a donation - and actually doesn't react much when September speaks. There's a slight tilt of his head, and he puts the book into place before he turns to September.

"Sure," he says, nonchalantly spreading his arms. "There's always something to do."

[quantumtangled]

"Such as?"

Give him a list, and he'll get it done without a word. It's not busywork, the city needs knowledge.

[comeonthensexy]

The Doctor scans the shop for a moment, and then grabs the duster from the shelves behind the counter. He hands it to September, and gestures towards the back of the shop.

"I haven't cleaned the back in a while. We can start there."

He'll help.

[allpurposescarf]

[Four has no reason to suspect that Eleven is anything other than himself, when he wanders into Eleven's shop. He's not entirely interested in most of the books on the shelves, but he's been due a good wander. If it should happen to result in him maybe having another book or three to leave somewhere and get around only eventually he won't complain much.

That and there might really be something of interest.

But that's for later. Instead, he offers a nod in Eleven's direction.]

Good afternoon. I trust everything's going well enough?

[comeonthensexy]

[ There's probably a few additions since Four's last visit, even if the trade route to Utgard is shot, so it's always an idea to have a look around! Eleven's sitting at the counter, and looks up only when Four speaks.

A bit different from how he usually excitedly jumps up whenever someone comes in. ]

Should it be going otherwise?

[allpurposescarf]

Well, I don't know. I wouldn't ask otherwise.

[Or so he'll say. The truth is often more that he's been prone to asking questions even when he knows the answer. Usually to get people to answer, and sometimes also to get his thoughts said, but those are different situations. Right here and right now he doesn't know.

Eventually he might get to looking around, but that can come after the conversation, he figures.]

[comeonthensexy]

It's going fine. The shop would be burned down if it wasn't.

[ Since. War. And all that.

It's already almost got knocked down once. ]

[allpurposescarf]

[Four raises an eyebrow, at that. As conversational turns go, it's a pretty strange one. Not that their conversations don't have a tendency to take a turn for the strange under normal circumstances, but he can honestly say that he hadn't expected that.]

Oh, I'm not certain that things would go that far, if they weren't alright.

[comeonthensexy]

[ Is it really? He doesn't think so, much, and just raises an eyebrow in turn. ]

Well, I consider it a victory.

[sheloves]

She makes tea and brings it to him, swinging by his shop with two mugs carefully balanced while she neatly juggles opening the door. The first thing she does is look for a coaster before setting his mug down.

"Tea?" she calls between blowing on her own mug and nudging at his. It's not the first time she's brought him tea, nor would it be the last. Surprise tea is the best.

[comeonthensexy]

Surprise tea is the best. He would have gotten up to help her, but she manages fine enough and so he stays seated at the counter, watching her. It's enough to bring a very small smile to his face as he grabs the cup.

"Always."

[sheloves]

She leans into the counter, taking a sip of tea as she studies him. Definitely something different about him, mostly the smile, but she settles in to enjoy her tea before remembering that she'd tucked biscuits in her coat pocket, fresh ones. She digs around for the small container and neatly places it between them before prying the lid off.

"Almost forgot. I figured it wouldn't be proper tea without," she says with a laugh. "You're doing all right today?"

[comeonthensexy]

"How dare you?" So he can still joke, at least, and grabs one of the biscuits. "I'm fine. Why?"

[sheloves]

Ril makes a face at him and shakes her head, trying to put her observations into words and then gives up to blow at her tea a little more. It's not like he doesn't have quiet days. Gods knew she did. There's a tilt of her chin a few moments later and she finally does find her voice.

"You're very quiet. Not that you're loud, but--" She waves a little. He fills a room all by himself, big and bright, just him and his presence. It was definitely the smile. "I just wanted to make sure you were well." Ril leans in almost apologetically. "Occupational hazard?"

Day 512, bookstore

[pushesgently]

[Hello, fellow nerd, Altaïr has run out of books to read and has come for more. For someone who nearly got caught boning his wife on a roof recently, he seems pretty calm, but when doesn't he?]

Good morning, Doctor.

[comeonthensexy]

[ Hello there. New books are always a necessity. ]

Good morning. Finished your reading?

[pushesgently]

[Always.]

Finished reading what I had on hand. If I'm lucky, I won't ever finish with what is available in this land.

I don't suppose you have any recommendations today?

[comeonthensexy]

I got a new book the other day. That's rare, with the route to Utgard blocked. Want a look?

[ He stands up with the intention of showing Altaïr nonetheless. He knows what he answer will be. ]

[pushesgently]

Certainly.

[He always does. Because he is a nerd.]

What is its subject?

[hollowchild]

[sophie has plenty to keep her busy these days, but that doesn't mean she won't stop by to see the doctor. something about him is just plain comforting, and it's never bad to have another person to pawn her stress-baking off on. it's rather late at night when she knocks on the door, accompanied by a container of blueberry scones.]

[comeonthensexy]

[ The baking is a pretty nice reaction to stress. At least for mouths.

The Doctor's bowtie is untied and hanging around his neck, the waistcoat has come off and the braces are hanging limply by his sides when he opens the door.

While there is a smile when he sees her, there's quite a lack of his usual excitement. ]

Hello, Sophie. What's that?

[ He lightly taps his hand against the container before he steps aside to let her in. ]

wow things get lost in my inbox and it's tragic ;_;

[hollowchild]

Hello, Doctor. They're blueberry scones. We've more than enough baked goods at home.

[her head is tilted just a bit in confusion at his state of disarray, but it upgrades to a brow-furrow when he's lacking his near-trademark enthusiasm.]

How are you?

How rude

[comeonthensexy]

[ The state of disarray isn't really all that strange. Because of the late hour. But perhaps she simply hasn't seen him this way. ]

Fine, at the moment. Considering everything. I keep busy, so I don't think too much.

[hollowchild]

That's a good way to do it. I've been trying the same, lately. The shop helps.

[even if she did inherit it from draco when he disappeared, it's still grounding, focusing. her smile goes a little wry when she asks, because it's entirely inevitable:]

What have I interrupted?