“. . .You literally just call yourself the Doctor? No last name or anything?”
Seems a bit much coming from someone who calls herself the Medic.
@wasme
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“. . .You literally just call yourself the Doctor? No last name or anything?”
Seems a bit much coming from someone who calls herself the Medic.
@wasme
“You could’ve done us a favor and stored less things on the top shelf. I’ve had to go out and get a step-ladder. A step-ladder! On my own TARDIS!”
@wasme — call.
plotted starter for @wasme
some things just were impossible to speak about. the effects of miracle day had been horrific and rose found herself avoiding sleep simply to avoid seeing the still living corpses, the people who would have otherwise died still being alive without any regenative factor. she felt even more guilty than usual about what she’d done to jack. sure, at the time, it was an act of love to save a friend. now she can’t help but wonder if she’d have been kinder to have left him dead. there was only one person she could speak to right now, one person that might understand what she was looking for.
she didn’t know where to go from after this. the torchwood hub was gone. it wasn’t often one found oneself unemployed due to a bomb and yet, for rose tyler, it’s happened twice now. it’s why she picked up the phone after three years of not calling and dialed the tardis’s number from her desk at home. ❝ hello ,❞ she said softly, leaning back in her chair as a voice she’d never heard before spoke. ❝ it’s rose. er, can i please with the doctor ?❞
❝ we’re going to have to do something about all of this . ❞ words are accompanied by an arching gesture of his hand through the air ; a small reference to the other’s dress sense . @wasme ( one liner starters )
starter call // @wasme
“ you can’t be here. ” gaze narrows, looking over the stranger with curiosity. “ how are you here ? " one hand moves to rest on the hilt of the cutlass strapped to her hip. “ especially not dressed like that. ”
@wasme › › › 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 / the doctor .
❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 - but just as uncountable as 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 or the 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲 . ❞
starter call + @wasme !
𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄, someone new and unknown to him -- the outsider could sense a strangeness through whispers of the void, their lack of knowledge immediately alarming him. that wariness came with its own bout of interest, however, and here he now stood, an ominous aura wrapped around his temporary physique. ❛ i don't decide who wins and whose body gets tossed into the river to rot, ❜
❛ --- but i do enjoy watching. ❜
@wasme ♡ ‘d for fluff.
SHE HELD HER HAND OUT TOWARDS THE DOCTOR, waiting expectantly for him to take it with raised brows. ❝ We’re on a new planet, there’s things to explore, so hold my hand dweeb ! ❞