kore_logs | 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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"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.

"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?"

"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."

"...Oh."

There was a lot of information in those brief sentences, and Chuck isn't sure which one he should address first: The fact that his man was not a man, but a Time Lord (whatever that was) or that he was the last of his race.

Of course, the fact that all his people had died obviously comes first. "I--I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Naaaah, no one does, unless you're well versed in universal politics. Most people on Earth aren't, save for UNIT or Torchwood." He shrugs.

"It's been a long time, now..." He looks off for a moment, then inhales, "Well never mind! You alright? I saw someone change into you at one point. Bit scary..."

Chuck recognizes the subject change for what it is, and he goes with it willingly. After all, he can't blame the Doctor for not wanting to talk about the loss of his people.

But with that subject change comes confusion. "Someone... changed into me? I didn't... I mean, yeah, I'm fine, but..."

"You don't act like the same bloke, so I'm guessing you're the original. The Leviathan. He was the one that bit you, wasn't he?"

He wasn't aware they could shapeshift, so maybe it was a strange fluke of nature? Or a hybrid? "You look alright to me."

"Oh." He gives a nod because that, at least makes sense. "Yeah, Balthazar - the leviathan - he, uh, bit me when we first all changed."

He motions to his leg, where Balthazar had indeed bitten him. "I mean, I'm fine, but I didn't know he... you know, took my shape."

"He did; I saw him shape shift into you. A bit disorienting if you ask me." A disturbing. Definitely disturbing.

"He seemed rather dangerous, but luckily he didn't bite me. I'd hate to have him ruin my reputation." Whatever that was.

"Oh. Uh, sorry?" He's not exactly sure what he's apologizing for. It wasn't like he made Balthazar change into him, or anything of the sort. And he's not really apologizing for being bitten, although that was, in part, sort of his fault.

His lips quirk into a half smile. "Guess that means he's, uh, ruined my reputation, then?" Whatever that was.

There's a cheeky grin, "Maybe! I dunno! I hadn't met the real you until now. Better make sure you don't have any murders under your name." That was meant as a joke, but upon realizing how many people that have been reported to be disappeared, the Doctor realizes that might have been in bad taste.

"Erm, sorry."

It's in especially bad taste since Chuck found the last dead body.

"No, it's... I mean, I don't think Balthazar killed anyone." It was an actual concern for a while there. Leviathans aren't exactly known for being cute and cuddly. And worst of all, they were smart. But he thinks - he hopes, at least - that Balthazar would have told them if he'd killed someone.

And then things were 'normal'

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