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kore_logs2013-10-29 08:42 am
nevermindtherunning) wrote in kore_logs2013-10-29 08:42 am
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Paranoia, Paranoia, Everybody's Out to Get Me
Who: The Doctor, everyone!
Where:Around the science center
What: Ghosts!
When: Day 127
It had been a couple days since it started, but the Doctor had been noticing with their new home came new friends. Or really, old friends. Friends he recalled being dead, and it only reminded him he wasn't able to do anything about it.
It brought back a panic he hadn't felt since being returned from the scientists with an unstable mind. At first, he thought those wounds were reopened as he woke the first day hearing voices from Time Lords past he hadn't heard in a long, long time, only as the day turned into the next, he saw others' minds were just as unsettled and saw what seemed like projections from their own pasts.
Crouched down under a cabinet attempting to fix an annoying leaking faucet, a young Adric chirped happily away next to him about theories of a problem the Doctor had once presented to him. The Doctor was thankful to have his face hidden as an ache in his throat lingered and ridiculous amount of guilt ate away at his hearts.
"Adric," The Doctor finally spoke, "Go find Tegan for me, will you?" He waited a while after the sink was fixed before popping out and glad to find the boy missing.
Washing his hands and splashing cold water on his face, the Doctor took it upon himself to go for a walk.
Where:Around the science center
What: Ghosts!
When: Day 127
It had been a couple days since it started, but the Doctor had been noticing with their new home came new friends. Or really, old friends. Friends he recalled being dead, and it only reminded him he wasn't able to do anything about it.
It brought back a panic he hadn't felt since being returned from the scientists with an unstable mind. At first, he thought those wounds were reopened as he woke the first day hearing voices from Time Lords past he hadn't heard in a long, long time, only as the day turned into the next, he saw others' minds were just as unsettled and saw what seemed like projections from their own pasts.
Crouched down under a cabinet attempting to fix an annoying leaking faucet, a young Adric chirped happily away next to him about theories of a problem the Doctor had once presented to him. The Doctor was thankful to have his face hidden as an ache in his throat lingered and ridiculous amount of guilt ate away at his hearts.
"Adric," The Doctor finally spoke, "Go find Tegan for me, will you?" He waited a while after the sink was fixed before popping out and glad to find the boy missing.
Washing his hands and splashing cold water on his face, the Doctor took it upon himself to go for a walk.
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And it didn't help what the Doctor knew. That the Master managed a horribly failed regeneration after this, and was so mentally unstable and far gone, the Doctor didn't think he was able to reach out to him. And then knowing he somehow had a part in the Doctor's own doom to come.
'They' said knowing is half the battle, but 'knowing' was far too much for the Doctor's taste. It was wrong and he wasn't suppose to know of his future; it went against everything a Time Lord stood for.
"Ignore him." The Doctor took Martha's hand and began moving down the hall, trying to distance themselves.
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You really think that will help. That you can distance yourself from me? I'm a part of her Doctor. She can't get rid of me that easily.
"Doctor, the drums!" Martha gasps. "They're everywhere, and I can't stop them."
She clutches her head with the hand not occupied by holding onto the Doctor's for dear life.