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And then things were 'normal'

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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"I think I'd see it before you could tell me." Now he was just being mean.

But it was relieving that she was alright, and even though he didn't realize he was tense about it, he relaxed in his seat.

"So, since I've got my noodle back in full working order does this mean you'll be popping round for tea more often? I mean, it's not exactly saving the universe, but I reckon there's an adventure or two to be had here if we look."

"Gladly!" He smiled brightly. At least there was a shimmer of hope in that aspect. Good company, and good tea, for however long it'll last.

The record player started cutting out and he leaned over to stop it. "Too bad we're limited in our music tastes." He commented. Not that he didn't like classical music, because he did, just wished something else.

"Gotta admit, missing sticking a radio on when I'm relaxing. Too quiet. Although, saying that, all that noise when I got to be alienified wasn't fun."

"Aw, you get used to it after a bit. But it was rather quiet being a human, so yeah..."

He sighs and looks away, watching the clouds moving in the sky. "I hate being here." He commented quietly. "I hate not knowing where we are and what this place is."

"It's like we're in some kind of pocket or bubble of time and space." Wow, how smart does Donna sound? It's a tidbit of information she remembered. There weren't many. Her mind is not a science encyclopaedia.

"I bet you're going stir-crazy, right? Never known you sit still for more than five minutes. This must be Hell."

He rubs at his eyes, "We are. The problem is, typically I can pin point where we are or indications of the flow of time... But it's all wrong here."

And he flops his arms down on the table, "It is worse than hell."

"And that's why people are being pulled in from all different points in time, right? But isn't that dangerous? Are we going to cause some massive rip in time or some giant black hole by mixing up all these timelines?"

She much preferred it when the universe wasn't at risk of imploding - made it far easier to sleep.

"Oh, yes, positively so!" He replies almost nonchalantly. "Lucky for us, I haven't noticed any significant rifts in time yet. Not yet at least, meaning it's stable for now... No cracks, but at the rate of people increasingly coming in, it's growing more and more closer to the state of maximum entropy. It'll break everything as we know it, but when that time will come is unknown..."

"Well that's... reassuring. I'm sure I'll sleep fantastically tonight! The impending end of the universe and no TARDIS. Isn't that wizard?" Not even in the universe saving business and she still doesn't get a day off.

She leans over to ruffle his hair. "It'll be fine. Always is, right?"

There's a gentle smile as he looks up to her, "Yeah, everything's alright."

His missed the TARDIS, missed the ability to freely run and do what he pleased. He wanted to be alone, and perhaps this was the answer to it, despite the looming warning of his death upon him.

"Doctor?" She pauses her hair ruffling to look at him. "Can I have a hug? You know, one of those really brilliant hugs you give. I miss those."

"Aw, growing sentimental, eh?" But he obliged her by leaning over and wrapping his arms around her. "You really hated being a Time Lord, eh? Couldn't have been all that bad!"

He really gave the second best hugs in the world. The only man who gave better hugs was Wilf, but that was because grandad's automatically gave the best hugs.

"It was overwhelming. Too much information all at once."

"You get used to it." He commented quietly, "Or would have, I should say." He playfully gives a lock of her hair a tug.

"Don't worry. I'll get us out here somehow. I did it once before, I can do it again."

"Well, we'll see. I mean last time did you actually find a way out or did you just get booted by the mad, pervy, alien scientist kidnappers?" Because apparently that is who is holding them captive - according to Donna. She has no proof that they are aliens or pervs, but the white coats suggest they're scientists of a kind and the weird stuff going on suggests they are bonkers.

"It's not all bad here though. I mean, I got to see you again, and I got to meet Cas and Kenz and everyone." A sigh. "I miss Gramps though." No mention of Sylvia or her fiancé though, despite still wearing her engagement ring.

"I... don't know." Because he barely had any recollection of being here the first time beyond talking with Sharon and Martha. If he were honest with himself, he doesn't know how he managed to escape, nor remember what he even did on the outside of this place. To say that was unsettling was an understatement.

"And how do you know they're perverts?" He feels there's a story somewhere in there, but wasn't sure he wanted to hear it.

"Cameras in every room, for starters. Peeping Toms, the lot of them! Getting their jollies watching us undress or shower or go to the loo. It's an invasion of privacy. Can't tell me that scientists shut away in their little hidey hole spying on folk aren't pervs!"

It's a valid point. Maybe slightly exaggerated, but valid.

It was a good point. And he rather wondered whoever was watching them, what they're reactions were to this curse business. Hoe couldn't help to wince at remembering when Sharon shoved him on her bed and kissed him, and... did anyone see Mina biting him and the awkwardness (on his part) it ensued?

He released his hold from Donna as he straightened up his suit jacket, "So very scrutinized." He mused to himself, poking his tongue at his inner cheek.

It's okay. Whoever was watching them got a good glimpse of Donna sucking face with Castiel too. The memory of it caused her to blush bright. She had kind of forgotten about the cameras at the time.

"Well, we are their guinea pigs..."

"Not for long, hopefully." He moved to rest his chin in the palm of his hand, tapping at his notebook, "I feel like I might be on to something, even just a minor detail, it's something."

"Oh aye? Your little experiments come to something, have they?" She swiped the notebook and flicked through it - not that she could understand a word of it. Even the bits that were in English were all sciency technobabble.

Still, it didn't stop her looking at it intently and pretending she understood. "Interesting."

"Yes, it is!" He watches her with bemusement, knowing she didn't understand any of it. "And hopefully our ticket out of here."

"Well hop to it, Spaceman!" The words 'some of us have a wedding to get to' almost spill from her mouth, but then they dry on her lips. Oh. She's supposed to be getting married.

It suddenly hits her that maybe, just maybe she hasn't been missing Shaun as much as she should be.

Ouch. Talk about crushing guilt.

Any sign of a smile drops from her face and she hands the notes back to him.

"Don't have such a long face; I'll get us out." He ruffles her hair before taking the papers, "I'm almost done with analyzing this. And from there, things will only get better."

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