And then things were 'normal'

[nevermindtherunning]

Who: The Doctor, open to all
When: Days 64-66, a catch all for anyone interested
Where: Around town
What: A catch-all/open thread for those wishing to interact with the Doctor
Warnings: None, will update if need to

A fixed-up portable record player and taped up record later, the Doctor was sitting at a table outside with papers spread around him and listening to a warped (literally as the record was indeed not a flat disk) rendition of Debussy's Clair de Lune. As much as he had been keeping to himself, he was content being a Time Lord once again. Taking that first breath when his eyes opened and his hearts pounded, with the noise and static of time lines and endless possibilities surrounding him, it was comforting.

He had tried analyzing his notes previously about the wind and the data he had collected, but he couldn't grasp the concepts of analysis as a human. It was just looking at numbers and random notes, and even then he struggled to process as half of them were written in his native Gallifreyan. "Numbers and figures..." He commented, humming a Coldplay tune for a moment as he chewed on the end of his pen, lost in thought.

But he was determined to help his friends here; to find a way out as he had once before.

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[blackmagus]

It was the music that caught her attention, first, as it was familiar and something different from the seemingly ever-present quiet that hung around town. Fortescue, on a walk to clear her head, decided to investigate the source, not entirely surprised to find the man she'd spoken to first upon her arrival. Jazz was on her shoulders, curled around her neck; she was in a habit of keeping him close, for now, until she'd gotten her sea legs, so to speak.

And perhaps it was just a good idea in general.

"Good afternoon, Doctor," she greeted him, not wanting to disturb him if he was working — but generally too curious to stay away.

[nevermindtherunning]

"Fortescue! Hello!" His head snaps up and he nearly loses his pen in the process.

"Lovely day; you out for a walk?" He leans over and catches a paper before it has a chance to fall and blow away in the light breeze as he snaps it down in the notebook he had been carrying around for the past couple of days.

[blackmagus]

Fortescue nodded, trying not to look amused by this. "I thought I'd stretch my legs while people weren't other-creatures, or when there wasn't something awful going on," she joked, in a light tone. "I trust you're back to normal as well?"

[nevermindtherunning]

"Mm, yup." Thankfully so, as he was growing rather frustrated about things. Although, thanks to the prophecy, he knew he wasn't in danger of dying anytime soon. That was for later, apparently.

He rubs his chest, "It's so tiring only having one heart."

[blackmagus]

Tiring is a word she's surprised to hear connected with it. If the rest of him, for those days, didn't need two hearts...

"Is the beat of two hearts a comfort?" she wonders. Generally, she doesn't think about her own heartbeat unless she's checking it to make sure that, you know, everything's all right.

[nevermindtherunning]

"More efficient." He confirmed. Really, it made so much more sense. And he rested a cheek in the palm of his hand offering a smile.

"Who's your friend?" He didn't particularly care for cats, but they seemed to be growing on him.

[blackmagus]

Fortescue chuckles softly, smiling back at him. Efficiency does seem to be more up the Doctor's alley. "This is Jazz. He came with me. I'm not disturbing you, am I?" she adds, gesturing to the papers.

Day 64, afternoon?

[bostonhowler]

Her senses had come back, and Brigid had immediately disappeared into the woods to revel in her senses being back and being able to actually interact with the world around her. She didn't know how humans did it! They missed the entirety of the world.

She heard the music and the shuffling of papers as she stepped out of the trees. Curiosity dragged her forward. She was cautious - there were hunters in the area, after all - but the music drew her forward. She missed her iPod. A lot.

Her eyes focused on the papers from behind him. The words and diagrams meant nothing to her, but she was a student of history and languages.

"Excuse me, what language is that?" She asked, stepping around so that he could see her.

[nevermindtherunning]

He heard her coming, but didn't think much about it until Brigid came into view. "Did you just come out of the woods?"

His mouth was ajar as he looked over to where she appear and then back to her, "Gallifreyan. It's where I'm from." He offers her a smile.

[bostonhowler]

She cocked her head at him, confused for a moment. "Yes, I went for a run." Brigid peered at the language, more interested in it, than in where she went to roll - not literally - in the grass and enjoy a moment of just sinking into her senses.

Alright, she might have found a pile of leaves to lie in, but that was allowed. Brigid brushed her hair out of her face and grimaced, pulling out a couple of leaf bits.

"What does it say?" She was curious. It wasn't like any language she had ever seen.

[nevermindtherunning]

"I'm doing some research." He points to pages and pages of print outs with times and numbers. "I set up a few wind trackers on some of the rooftops to try and pinpoint where we're located."

Taking the notebook, he flips through pages, "My notes here, here, just outlining some patterns I'm noticing. Some charts... I need to figure out the statistics a bit more, though."

[bostonhowler]

Now she was really interested. Finding out where they were, lead to the possibility of being able to go home. Brigid slid onto the bench opposite him.

"I'm not the best at stats, but I wouldn't mind helping, if you needed it." She wanted to go home, to run with the pack, to smell Boston again.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Brigid Finn." She introduced herself and offered him a hand to shake.

That was when she noticed it: double heartbeats. It couldn't be.... She decided that she was probably still in overload.

[nevermindtherunning]

"Aw, pleasure! I'm the Doctor." He takes her hand and offers her a smile.

"Much appreciated. I had a friend help me install them... As far as the maths, I think I'll do this bit alone. It might take some time, but I'll figure it out." He didn't want to go in depth how the horizons didn't match any particular star charts that made any sense or that time didn't flow correctly.

whichever day suits you best?

[noblexcompanion]

Waking up with only one heart again had been a terrifying experience. Sure, she'd spent thirty-five long years functioning with one heart and less than a week with two, but suddenly going back to just one had been scary. She thought she was going to suffocate at first.

She's quickly readjusted to her own single heart though. And she definitely didn't miss the smack in the face of possible timelines every time she looked at someone.

She soon found her way over to the Doctor, leaning in to look at his notes. "Gallifreyan," she noted, nodding at the complex symbols.

65?

[nevermindtherunning]

"Bingo!" He moved over, creating room for her to take a seat. "Can you... read any of it?" He's looking at her with great curiosity. He wasn't able to when he was a human, it didn't matter how much he squinted or turned his head. It just wasn't coming to him.

okie dokie <3

[noblexcompanion]

Donna shook her head before settling down next to him. "No. Not any more. When things were all weird and stuff I wrote some things though. Now they're just complex, pretty patterns." It was definitely beautiful to look at.

"Is your head that noisy all the time? I thought I was going crazy." It definitely explained a lot about why he never sat still for more than five minutes.

[nevermindtherunning]

"Mm, yup." It didn't bother him, given that it was all he knew.

Leaning on one elbow, he looks over to her, "What'd you write about? A diary entry?" He was partially joking, but also rather curious.

[noblexcompanion]

"Yeah, actually. Shut up. It's not just emo teens who keep diaries, you know? Especially when there are blokes with memory raping fingers about!" She gave a huff, though it was in good nature.

"Not much good though, because I can't understand a flippin' word of it now!"

[nevermindtherunning]

"I don't have memory raping fingers!" Ugh, they had talked about this already, Donna. Don't insult your best mate trying to have your best interests in mind.

He chews on his pen a little more, watching her intently before speaking, "Do you remember anything? I mean... being a Time Lord, it opened up some memories for you. Are they still there?" This was really hard trying to be vague as possible.

If you don't mind late...? If not, just ignore this!

[godsprophet]

It had been an interesting week for everyone involved. Demons, angels, vampires, leviathans, humans, and so so many more things. Not to mention the half of a dead body Chuck had found behind the church. It was a lot to cope with.

Now, with things finally back to normal, Chuck decides to take a walk. To clear his head. To try and define what, exactly, normal is. And that's when he hears the music and sees a man, surrounded by papers and circular writing. He can't fight the curiosity, and he makes his way over to the other man.

"Is that... writing?" It doesn't look like any language he's ever seen. But it was circular and decorated and really, for all he knew it could be art.

It's never too late! (and hence why I did a multi-day spread) :D

[nevermindtherunning]

The Doctor's head pops up and at first he recognizes Chuck as one of the bodies the leviathan had turned into. He swallows for a moment, wondering if it was him or the poor sod that eaten.

"It is." He relaxes quickly, realizing he was being silly, but he's scrutinizing the man, trying to see if any of his exposed skin had been chomped on or worse. "A language that is long lost, well, more or less."

Then allow me to be even later orz.

[godsprophet]

He notices the Doctor's scrutiny, of course he does. It's hard not to. And it causes him to shift about uncomfortably for a second, because he's never met this man before, and he simply doesn't know what he's done to deserve such observation.

Whatever the Doctor's looking for, he won't find. Chuck was bitten on the leg, and his jeans do a pretty good job of covering that bite mark up.

"Oh. I, uh. I guess that would explain why I've never seen it before." Which, all things considered, was pretty impressive.

[nevermindtherunning]

"Beautiful language, complex... Tragically only spoken by 1." The Doctor offers a small smile towards Chuck.

Nothing looked out of sorts with him, and the Doctor concluded that this must be the original man bitten by the Leviathan. He seemed alright, which had the Doctor relieved. They didn't need any more tragedy and chaos right now.

[godsprophet]

"Oh." While the Doctor smiles, Chuck frowns. "It's a dead language?"

It's always a sad thing, languages dying out. Sometimes they evolve, and a new language is born from it. And that wasn't tragic, that was beautiful But sometimes... well.

"Are you, uh... studying it?"

[nevermindtherunning]

"Oh no, these are my notes!" He holds up the notebook in proud display, "I'm a Time Lord, not human. You lot just look like me." He was far too chipper about this.

"I'm the last one who can speak it; my people are gone."