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❝ and now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit right to the top. ❞

Who: The Doctor and Fortescue
When: Day 162
Where: Hola there is an outside world!
What: ADVENTURE. What are the odds of running into zombies?
Warnings: None that I can think of.

One of the goals the Doctor had since he had woken up in Cape Kore was to find a way out. Maybe not a way out of the planet (though that was a work in progress) but a way outside the building! Humans got testy if they didn't have sunlight for awhile, so god knew what it would be like if they never saw the outside world again.

You'd think the all knowing and powerful machine would of thought that one through!

Which led to the Doctor, after the fiasco of the hellhounds, to testing every door he could think of. He'd mark one with a small pen if he had tried it before. It was similar to marking their skin when a Silence was round, but not quite the same. Which was good because he very much did not want to think about all of that again.

He clapped his hands together and rubbed them as he walked down the hall.

"Eenie Meenie Miney...." the Doctor turned his head and grinned. His eyes fell on a green door he hadn't seen before. Jack pot. "Mo'."

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It wasn't going to sway Fortescue, evidently, as she immediately stepped toward the trees, Jazz trotting ahead. A walk in the fresh air — fresher air, at least — was what the doctor had ordered. Not this Doctor, however.

"Then let's go see what we can see, love," she declared, grinning. "I've got nowhere else to be."

If this were any normal circumstance? The Doctor would of made sure to bring Fortescue along with the TARDIS. Sadly he was one TARDIS short and a universe apart from her. As if that wasn't humbling enough.

"Love?" He stepped beside her with a cheeky grin. Of course he knew what she meant. Still, it was fun to tease her. She teased back and it made him feel young...er.

"Yes. Be glad you haven't been around long enough for another nickname." Fortescue's grin more resembled a smirk, as they headed through the trees. It's like taking a big gulp of air for the first time in a while, walls of green instead of walls of white. "But if you have a suggestion for me, I'm all ears."

"I imagine I'll get one sooner or later. You lot like to give people names." He reached up and tapped her nose at that. She was an endearing person, and thus received endearing gestures.

"I quite like it, actually. Love. It sounds so posh."

She shrugged, not at all apologetic; she was still half-smirking, after all. Jazz dashed back and forth in front of them, into the trees and then through the makeshift path that they were following. Very makeshift. The trees were thick, trapping the fog high above them. It was hard to see the sky anymore.

"Then you can keep it," she chuckled quietly. Fortescue was a nicknamer in general. Her father had been, and she'd managed to inherit the trait, too. Love or darling was usually just an affectionate moniker for people before she settled on something else. Though if nothing else more befitting came along, it sometimes remained.

"To be honest, you just seem like a bloke who gets a lot of nicknames."

It was the bowtie and the eccentric — but lovable — behavior, really.

The Doctor's eyes darted after Jazz a few times. He didn't fully understand the link between him and Fortescue yet, but, that didn't mean he wanted the little fella to be harmed in any way. As he saw it? They were both under his care at this exact moment.

"Don't tell Donna. She might get funny ideas." He muttered quietly to her. It was in all good jest, of course. He adored Donna and any excuse he could get to actually talk to her? He'd gladly take.

"Do I? Is that because of the bow ties? They are cool."

"The bow ties, the tweed, the suspenders, the young face." Fortescue smirked, her tone gently teasing. "Not to mention the part where you flail your limbs about like a miniature hurricane."

In truth, she didn't feel entirely comfortable with letting Jazz off her shoulders yet. But once he was off, after she'd made it expressly clear he was to stay on, there was no arguing with him. He'd twist and yowl if she tried to grab him. Luckily, he was a smart feline; if there was danger present that he could recognize, he'd stick close.

"You mean I shouldn't tell Donna at our next sleepover?" she continued, with a quiet chuckle.

"I think it fits me. Old man but not so quite old." He puffed his cheeks out in defense of how he dressed. The Doctor reached up and tugged on his Victorian like jacket. "You forgot the part where I'm wearing a wig."

You could never control cats. The Egyptians learned that one.

"Probably not. She'd actually ask what sort of a sleep over it is." He paused. "Not that I do a lot of sleeping."

Fortescue, teasingly, arranged her face into something resembling shock.

"Oh, I'm sure I meant with Donna, Doctor, but if you'd like to join us..." She couldn't keep the expression for very long, and it quickly devolved into a grin and a wink. "You're going to need to find some tweed pajamas."

Part of her hoped that tweed pajamas really existed somewhere. They probably did, in some dark corner of the fashion world in Imperium.

"You two have got sleep overs?" The Doctor turned completely to face her. "Isn't that, well, a bit kiddy? Not sure I'd see Donna as for a sleeping bag and puddings. Although puddings are brilliant."

A pause.

"Sorry, did you say tweed pajamas? Who would wear those? Who would make those! Now you are being silly."

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"Some of us didn't get sleep overs when we were tiny, you know."

The urge to stick her tongue out and dare him to call shenanigans on the whole thing was high, but Fortescue resisted. She simply grinned at him like the cat that ate the canary.

"But as someone who's suffered the visual horror of a tweed bodice, I'll remind you that some people will wear just about anything."

"That is just horrible." The Doctor stated quietly and seriously. He gave a small frown before turning around and starting to wander forward again.

For some reason he didn't answer her second tease. Namely because his mind was back at Gallifrey when he was a child. He didn't really have "sleep overs" as well. Not a Gallifreyan concept. Not to mention he was the child that was left out of it all.

Fortescue frowned slightly at the Doctor's back, wondering if there was something there and if she should poke at it or not. She settled for poking at his shoulder, as she caught up with him, changing the subject. Jazz sat down several yards ahead of them, meowing at a bird in a tree.

"Getting any interesting readings out here?" she asked, nodding at his... well, whatever it was. It seemed vaguely scientific.

He turned to look at her, offering her a bright smile contrary of how he had just spoken. That was how he was in this face: contradictions. Hiding the pain and everything and acting like a child. If he didn't have fun or act silly, then what was the point? He had traveled for so long and done so much that it all seemed point less these days. Everyone he had loved had died or fallen into some horrible fate because of him. It was why he as so protective of Clara.

"Ah, well, the fact we've been walking in a loop is certainly interesting. have you noticed?"

She paused, raised an eyebrow, and looked behind them. Then back forward, making note of the fact that the trees were always impossible to distinguish from one another. Now that was disconcerting.

"...how big of a loop?" she inquired, delicately. Jazz meowed from somewhere to their left, pawing at a tree.

"Not sure. It could be as big as the building! Maybe even smaller. Strange... isn't it? It's like a pocket universe that repeats instead of collapses..."

Fortescue mulled that over in her mind, as she studied the trees. "Very strange," she agreed. "Though wouldn't that be... I don't know... easier to accomplish, or to maintain?"

She couldn't claim to be an expert in pocket universes, and only had a small amount of information about the Shadow. And the Shadow was another dimension entirely, rather than a space of its own. A layer. She looked through the trees with trepidation.

"Suppose there's no actual other place here?"

"Probably, but if you've got a looping building and bringing people all over the multiverse? I would say they are not fond of taking the easy or boring route."

The Doctor looked up to the sky above them. "There might not. It all depends on how controlled our environment is. Care to take a guess, Fortescue?"

"I'm not sure that's entirely wise, love." She's only a betting sort on occasion, but still, there just isn't enough information for a good bet. "But you're right. If they can fetch hellhounds out of Hell, it's not time to start doubting their abilities. Not to mention that... awful trick they do with the interior of the building."

"Since when did I do anything wise? You've known two of my faces now. You," he leans close to her (very close) and with a grin taps her nose, "should know that by now."

Who said he couldn't be flirty?

"Still not sure if those were actually from Hell, by the way."

Fortescue smirks deeply, winking at him as he taps her. She doesn't try anything else, which is almost surprising, given their proximity.

"I should. I keep giving you the benefit of the doubt." That, or she was simply distracted on a continual basis by his bow tie and wavy arms. "Why wouldn't they be from a Hell, somewhere? There's got to be a Hell somewhere in all those universes, that's just math."

Well, she does like girls. Doesn't she? That'd explain it.

"More than most people give me." The Doctor commented, his hands slipping into his pant pockets. "If they can create a labyrinth building and forest, who is to say they didn't simply make them from our memories?"

"What can I say? I'm a generous person."

The Doctor doesn't know about the forest that made her so leery of them, the one she hallucinated, and so she puts it out of her mind. Instead, she continues to smirk, the expression unwavering, and then leans up to give his cheek a quick kiss, before starting to wander slowly back in the direction of the Center. It can be seen over the trees. It had never really gone, she realized.

Fortescue could never be accused of being shy, but she did like to wait for good timing.

"Our memories or the scientists? I don't think this place looked familiar to anyone, when we arrived."

"Generous is a word for it."

His eyebrows straight up as he leans back. His cheeks puff out and he fidgets, running a hand through his hair. Kissing! He's never used to the kissing in this body. Not that it was a kiss like River gave him, but unexpected enough to make him a bit--well. Flaily.

"The scientists. They are brilliant in all the wrong ways." The Doctor quickly recovers from the unexpected peck. Instead he tosses his screwdriver between his hands. "New place, but filled with things we remember. Things that we lost; things we shouldn't remember."

Fortescue smiles, amused. It's fairly common for her to fluster others, but the flailing is endearing and decidedly uncommon. She thinks she likes it. Of course, the topic is a bit sobering. But the smile, glowing just a little, stays.

"Such as?" she wonders, curious despite a heavy feeling in her stomach. "...All of the memory issues here could give a person a real complex."

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