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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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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."

"When are things ever that easy around you, Doctor?" It's a valid question. He attracts trouble. Probably always has and most likely always will.

"Oi! Watch the hair, mister!" She ruffles his in return.

He laughs at that in reply, "I've gotten us out of far worse situations." Although he had been human once before, it was Martha that triggered his return to normal. This was longer, and he hadn't figured that out.

But perhaps he'll figure out the most important question: WHY are they here and WHO is watching them.

That's two questions.

"Shut up, you prawn." He'll probably just jinx himself otherwise. "At least in the meantime, until your super brain finds us a way home then the company around here is mostly decent. And the eye candy... Have I mentioned the eye candy!?"

"...Yes you have." She hasn't. He just was hoping to cut her gushing short, even though he could always ignore this bit. Thank Rassilon there hasn't been any Casanova showing up, or Jack Harkness, then they would be doomed.

There's always time, Doctor. Who knows? The next person to arrive might be Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp. Who knows what gorgeous eye candy might roll in next at the hands of the pervy kidnappers.

"I've got a date. Well, not a date-date. But I'm having drinks with a gorgeous guy!"

Not quite as gorgeous as the Doctor, but he doesn't need to know that. His ego is plenty big enough, and Donna is more than happy to keep that tidbit of information to herself, thank you very much.

"A date? Aw, lovely! There you go! Love is in the air!" He's genuinely happy for her and nudges her shoulder, "Who's the bloke? Do I know him? It's not Castiel, is it?"

He was such a hound for gossip. It was awful, and even worse when he pretended not to care, but actually did.

"I told you, it's not a date-date! And no, it's not with Castiel - why? Would you be jealous if it was?" She's teasing, naturally.

"But no, it's with a lovely gentleman named Balthazar."

"No, I'm not jealous! And you said it was a date, around here what else is there?" He points back and forth between him and Donna, "So is this a 'date-date'?" Now he was just teasing her.

And at her answer, he pauses for a moment, trying to recall that name. Then it struck him, "He was that leviathan! He didn't bite you, did he?" The Doctor takes her arm, inspecting it closely as if looking for answers.

"What?! No! Course this isn't a date-date. You'd have to fancy me for this to be a date-date and you don't fancy me. This is just best mates hanging out." Because there's no fancying involved...

She flails and tugs her arm back with a huff. "Nobody has been biting me, thank you very much!"

"So just 1 date? This, I mean?" He's trying to understand her logic and give her a hard time in the meantime. What? He's allowed to do that. Besides, it was fun bothering her.

"No! This is no sort of date. This is besties hanging out. I thought we'd established that." The Doctor. Troll of the universe.

Haters are gonna hate, Donna Noble. He laughs anyway.

"You fancy him? I suppose he's nice. Bit creepy, actually, but hopefully that was his ailment." A pause, "You don't want me trailing you in the shrubbery, do you?"

"I don't fancy him. I barely know him. But yeah, he's very easy on the eye and the few times we've spoken he's seemed rather lovely."

She shoots him a glare. "If I catch your hedgehog head poking out of any bushes I will slap you into next week, mister. I don't need a babysitter."

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