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.

Comments

[blackmagus]

She chuckles, before getting somewhat distracted by that last part. "You've escaped before? ...And they brought you back?"

[nevermindtherunning]

He nods, "I don't remember any details of it, but yes." He wished he did, he really did.

[blackmagus]

Well, that was just... completely disheartening. Fortescue frowns. It's hard to get any traction in a place like this, where you can just be summoned and people disappear on a regular basis. "Did they wipe your memory of it?"

[nevermindtherunning]

He meets her gaze, holding it steady for a moment, musing that her eyes were as dark as his. Then there's a shrug and a sigh, "I don't know. I don't remember what I did to get out; I don't remember what happened when I went 'home'; and I certainly don't remember how I returned."

How was that for comforting?

[blackmagus]

"I see." It's about as comforting as anything else here. Which is to say, not much. Fortescue nods slowly. "Hopefully future efforts go more smoothly." She offers a smile, though it's strained from the topic of conversation. Being trapped is unpleasant. "We should let you get back to your work."

[nevermindtherunning]

"Mm, right." he nods and taps a little drum beat on the table. "If you ever want to visit or need anything, let me know."

[blackmagus]

"I will." She raises her arm slightly to Jazz, who seems to take it as a cue to leap up onto her shoulders and curl back around her neck. "Good luck."