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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[nevermindtherunning]

"Emm..." He scratches the back of his neck. The last person to ask him to be taught the language was Rose, though Donna knew it for a little while. However, the feelings it stirred up just now were unexpected. "There are sounds that the human can't replicate..." It was partially true.

It wasn't that he was trying to be secretive about it, just it wasn't something he was expecting to be asked.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid could smell the change in his emotions. Her senses are coming more and more under control, and yes, that's two heartbeats. She nibbles her bottom lip for a moment. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to upset you." Brigid almost whispers. "I enjoy reading other languages." She wonders what else she can say so he doesn't look so... sad any more.

Unfortunately, she can't think of anything. She sits there awkwardly, once again missing the comfort of pack.

[nevermindtherunning]

"No, I'm not upset!" He places an elbow on the table and rubs at his eyes, as if exhausted. "I just haven't had someone ask me that in a long time, and it's all a bit... complicated."

He flips through pages in his notebook and shows her a piece of writing scribbled on the front cover. "Our destiny is in the stars, so lets go and search for it. A saying that spurred alot of my travels."

[bostonhowler]

"We're stuck in an alternate dimension, snapped out of the streets without so much as a 'by your leave'." She smiles just a bit. "Everything is complex. I don't want to stir up bad memories, or even painful happy ones."

Still, she pulls the notebook over, tucking bright red hair behind her ear. Her fingers trace above the symbols for a moment. "So the lines mean go or search? The tiny dots are the stars?" She's guessing. Brigid looks up, sheepish. "I've spent a lot of afternoons trying to decipher Gaelic."

[nevermindtherunning]

There's a bright smile displayed on his features, "Good thought! Perhaps it is based of as such... Though the lines are mostly stylistic representation of some letters." He was often told as a lad in the Academy his handwriting was a bit atrocious. Then again, it mostly went with the fact he had no desire to sit still in class.

"Why Gaelic?" He rests his chin in the palm of his hand, curiously watching her.

[bostonhowler]

She continues to study the drawing, trying to decipher more. His question makes her look up, blowing a bit of red hair out of her face. "Boston Irish. And we still have a huge family record. Most of which still hasn't been translated from Gaelic." She shrugs. "When my mother died, my Da had eighteen months left until he had fifteen years in. So, I lived with my uncle. He introduced me to history and then the family records. I've been attempting to translate them since."

She nibbles on her lower lip, still studying the drawing.

[nevermindtherunning]

He bobs his head side to side, "Makes sense."

Taking the notebook, he flips to an empty page and starts drawing a series of circles and curves, "B..R..I..G.. Another I... And a D!" He turns the page around, "Roughly, what your name would look like."