Rude and Not Ginger

I am the Doctor. It's a title and a name, really. But I am not here to fix you. I am here to watch. Maybe play a little. Let's be honest, I'm just in this for the edible ball bearings. For those of you seeking those extra links you all love, try clicking on a couple of those fancy blue bars above these words, yeah?

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Hillywood, anyone? Go check ‘em out if you haven’t. Of course I’m sharing this one, but they’ve got so many amazing videos!

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Not Quite the Last, eh?

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He chuckled. “Your device?” he asked, moving closer to the other and tilting his head. “I’m a bit of a tech whiz, if you’d like- I can take a look at it?” He scratched at the side of his nose, then tugged his ear again, looking back at the TARDIS. “Well... don’t let the state of my ship negate that last statement. I am pretty good with gadgets, for the most part. She, however, is not so much a gadget as a... breathing thing that just so happens to ferry me from port to port throughout space and time. Quite the ship she is.”

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Not Quite the Last, eh?

@aurora-gallifreytimelady

“A crash landing? Today?” The Doctor darted around the main console of the TARDIS, trying desperately to slow her descent to the planet. He yelped sharply as sparks flew and his hand got a bit singed, grumbling and cursing in fourteen different languages before he managed to steady her, dropping them both hard in the middle of a field.

With a groan, he unfurled from around the console. He’d gripped on tight and curled in on himself, nearly shattering everything in doing so. Straightening up, he looked around as the TARDIS spat at him from various screens and instruments. He sneered and stuck his tongue out her, and she groaned at him.

“Alright, alright. I’ll figure out something. Just give me a tic, ok?”

Stepping out of the TARDIS, disheveled and missing his long overcoat, he started walking, through the field and beyond, looking for someone, anyone, who could direct him to a scrapyard of some sorts.

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At the same time, Aurora just landed on the fields not too far away. But the landing didn’t go as smoothly as she planned. She found herself on her back on top of the grass. Groaning, she sat up to run her head. “Oi, my head. So, where am I?” She asked herself as she glanced around the place, wondering where the vortex manipulator had taken her. From the looks of it, it look like she was somewhere on Earth. Probably in the Midwest. There wasn’t much around here. Or so she thought. She quickly spotted something lit up a few miles away. Raising her eyebrows, she headed towards where she saw the blue phonebox. As she gotten closer towards it, she could see a man that stepped out of it. Making her pause in her steps.

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The Doctor wasn’t usually one to ignore his surroundings, but today he was distracted. He was worried about his poor TARDIS, and the noises she’d been making. She was definitely not doing well, and Hell... They’d crashed. That can’t have been good. The last time she crashed, he’d been stranded on a planet for ten months and almost became a native tribe’s chieftain through a series of strange mistakes.

Well, he wouldn’t call accidentally getting married a mistake. She was a lovely princess and a damn fine woman, but he just wasn’t ready to settle down. Again.

He paused, turning back to the box and tugging at his left ear with his right hand, then sighed. Dropping his hands and shoving them into his trouser pockets, he turned about and caught sight of Aurora. He blinked and looked around.

“Sorry,” he called. “Is this your field? I don’t mean to trespass, it’s just... My ship’s damaged.”

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I'm sorry for how quiet I've been. I know I owe a few people and will respond as soon as I can. Work got the better of me and now I'm horribly sick. I'll get there, though.

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The King and 10

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Watching the other, the Doctor tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest, hands curling around opposite elbows as the king wandered off for some sort of fruits. When the other man put them down in front of the TARDIS, the Doctor couldn’t help a small chuckle.

“She doesn’t eat,” he said gently. “She’s... not that sort of... organism.”

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A Time Lord is Never Late

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The Doctor couldn’t help the bright grin he directed her way, tongue sticking out between his teeth a little. “Barmey’s one of my favorites,” he said with a laugh. “It’s just one of those words that feels as nutty to say as it’s supposed to mean.”

He pushed his hands into the pockets of his trousers and rocked back on his heels, staring up at the sky. “Might’ve been 58,” he murmured after a moment, gritting his teeth as he spoke. “Definitely not 59. 8 or 7. Probably.” He shrugged and dropped his gaze back to the woman. “Couldn’t be sure.”

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The King and 10

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The Doctor stood after a moment, moving closer to the TARDIS and pressing a palm against her. She groaned and whirred, almost tittering it seemed. She’d become a lot more vocal since their recent escapades and their return trip to Midnight.

“She needs rest is all,” he said gently. “She’ll look the same. It’s more a way she sounds. She’ll tell me, if she’s hurting.”

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The King and 10

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Pushing himself up to a seated position, the Doctor sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Inside,” he said, shrugging a little. “It’s... hard to explain. She’s got to recover from a crash. We’ve been ghosting on pure adrenaline for a while now, but now she’s got a quiet place to sit, she can sleep a while.”

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The King and 10

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The Doctor groaned softly, hands gently gripping at the other’s shoulders again. “You’re hurting me,” he said gently. “I just said. I’m here because my ship is hurt.”

He gestured to the TARDIS and looked away. “I didn’t want to push her any further and this is where I ended up. She needs time to rest before we can continue on.”

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The King and 10

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The Doctor dropped to the ground when the other barreled into him, squirming around and shoving his hands against the other’s shoulders. As he glared up at the other, his eyes shone with an uncanny golden glow. “I am a Time Lord from the planet Galifrey and I could level your entire forest if you don’t treat me with a little respect!” he shouted, though he knew his threats were mostly... mostly false. He was a bit irritated for having been tackled when this behemoth of an idiot-man wouldn’t get off his TARDIS.

“I’ve come here because my ship is hurt and I need to give her rest for a bit. Would that I could have landed anywhere else, I would have, but I couldn’t, so I haven’t, have y’got that?”

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A Time Lord is Never Late

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“2017 by just a few days, hm?” the Doctor chuckled. “I always tend to miss the first by just a few days, don’ I. Oh well. It’s still got to be a fantastic one, yeah?” He tugged on his right ear with his left hand, reaching across himself almost awkwardly, yet somehow naturally at the same time.

“Sorry about that. I’m a bit out of sorts. Last I landed it had been 1957, so it’s been quite an adventure, hasn’t it?” He arched an eyebrow at her. “Though... you probably think I’m barmey, now. Sorry. No worries. I’m... Well, I am a little mad, actually. Who isn’t these days?”

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Not Quite the Last, eh?

@aurora-gallifreytimelady

“A crash landing? Today?” The Doctor darted around the main console of the TARDIS, trying desperately to slow her descent to the planet. He yelped sharply as sparks flew and his hand got a bit singed, grumbling and cursing in fourteen different languages before he managed to steady her, dropping them both hard in the middle of a field.

With a groan, he unfurled from around the console. He’d gripped on tight and curled in on himself, nearly shattering everything in doing so. Straightening up, he looked around as the TARDIS spat at him from various screens and instruments. He sneered and stuck his tongue out her, and she groaned at him.

“Alright, alright. I’ll figure out something. Just give me a tic, ok?”

Stepping out of the TARDIS, disheveled and missing his long overcoat, he started walking, through the field and beyond, looking for someone, anyone, who could direct him to a scrapyard of some sorts.

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The King and 10

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The Doctor scoffed and stared at the strange man. The TARDIS nearly whined, the light flashing frantically and her engines groaning and whirring. The Doctor sighed and looked over the other a moment more, then shrugged and turned away, putting his hands in the air as he walked, purposefully, further into the forest and away from the TARDIS. He knew the other man wouldn’t be able to get into her or break her. She could whine all she wanted and he could climb all he wanted, but that was exactly everything that would happen.

“You won’t vacate my property, I’ll trespass in yours,” he muttered, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and scanning a tree as he passed it, sniffing the air with a hum.

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[I wonder if you new followers are coming from that blog... your urls are familiar.]

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Another Starter Call

I’m off to work and won’t be back for several hours, but perhaps when I return, I’ll have some time to write. If you’d like to say hello to the Doctor, like this post and we’ll come up with a starter for you after work!

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A Time Lord is Never Late

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With a wheeze and a whine, the TARDIS materialized on the side of the road, blue and bold and right where anyone could see her. And yet, anyone looking her way might think she’d been there the whole time, for years even. They’d look past the strange phone box, think nothing of it, at first. At least she was good at redirecting people’s attention, despite not being able to change her appearance.

A few minutes of silence passed and the Doctor finally stepped out, adjusting his blue suit jacket and tugging a long tan overcoat on as well. He gazed about, humming to himself, and shut the doors of the TARDIS with care and love, patting her wooden frame before venturing further out into the world.

He was sick, unfortunately. It wasn’t obvious, to the untrained eye, but he had something akin to a human cold. It ran him hot and cold at varying degrees and knocked his senses for a loop, the worst of it being his time sense. He hadn’t the faintest idea where he was, and worse... when.

So, in true lunatic fashion, he stopped the first person he passed, a young woman, and asked the simplest of questions. “Excuse me, what day is it? And year?”