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“Huh? And uh,who the hell might you be?”

"I might be The Doctor, and since we're doing introductions: you are?"

“Name’s Aurora Mayfield,callsign Viper. Second Lieutenant of Task Force 141.”,she says and crosses her arms,staring at him from under the cloth mask with only a hole around her eyes,a helmet on her head,in her full tactical gear.

#secondlieutenantviper #closed rp #very sorry for the delay in reply #life has tended to get in my way

"Right...military then, that would explain the fun outfit I suppose..." Allowing himself to trail off for just a moment, The Doctor wondered whether it was his luck or purely statistics that found him so often face to face with military personnel. A reasonable argument could be made either way. But that was thinking for another time. "Well, if I'm encountering you I suppose I must've wound up either in the middle of an active operation or an active base. I don't suppose you'd be so kind as to enlighten me on where it is we are, would you?"

I Am Him.

"You know there's been a rather interesting story that's been going around lately. I won't speak to the truthfulness of it but as I've come to understand it, a long long time ago in a galaxy far far awa-nope sorry that's Star Wars. Where was I....right, yes the story!"

"Once there was a man, brilliant one at that, bored of all the stuffiness and pomp of the world he lived in. So in a fit of pique he stole a box to take him across all of time and space. And cross space and time he did, gaining something of a reputation. Some worlds herald him as a bogeyman of sorts, others a champion of the people. There isn't much that is agreed upon about him, save a couple details. The first: he will appear with a great blue box. And the second: his name. They call him The Doctor."

"Hello, I am he"

"Ah well, that's fine. Wasn't expecting I'd be a visitor...well not here anyway."

Wisely he'd elected to ignore the rather arch look he'd caught cross the other man's face. After all, there was something to be said for acting as if you hadn't seen the mask slip. Whatever the mask may be. "Frankly given the type of people you find in government agencies, secret or not, it's absolutely sparkling in here. I'm not spotting paperwork stacked to the sky or enough half drank coffee cups to fill a whole bin."

deploy-the-fantasy

"Still, I like to try and keep it tidy. It makes everyone's job easier and it is my job to do so." Nevermind the fact that everything that the others didn't bother to do seemed to be his job. He breathed deeply and shook the though from his head.

"Anyway, you said you wanted a tour?" He wasn't sure what he was and wasn't allowed to show the Doctor, so he just figured a brief look around the main Hub space would do. No need to get into the vaults or archives or anything.

"Indeed I did. A tour of your...tidy little space. Didn't realize the job description here was interact with outer space and tidy your space. But then I've never much understood how the bureaucracy comes to their conclusions..."

Surely he'd get to see something interesting, maybe not new, but a whole great big universe meant a whole great big amount of fun. Never mind that Torchwood probably didn't in general look at it that way. At least he hadn't been shooed off.

deploy-the-fantasy

Ianto lead the Doctor away from the TARDIS and down to the central Hub area. As he went, he pointed everything out with a brief comment on what it was. Hopefully, if he got this over with quickly, he could send the Doctor on his way before things went wrong.

"Okay so that's Tosh's desk over there. She's our tech person, I suppose. That feels like an understatement though, she's brilliant. Owen's desk, he's a doctor, and the autopsy room. Up there is Jack's office and Gwen works over there."

It was a short and curt summary of the main work space, though he tried his best to make it sound polite.

"Any questions?"

#We do what we can when we're able #A dandy reply indeed #deploythefantasy | thread #After all I do my replies when working doesn't have my brain turned to mush

"Questions....questions...do I? Oh, wait yes of course I have questions! Well...a question...alright a connected question I suppose. Do any of you people ever leave this place outside of for job purposes? And if not, where do you sleep? Can't imagine this floor is particularly comfortable, regardless of how clean it is!"

But of course as curious as he was, one fact had just registered. Jack Harkness had an office, and The Doctor would be damned if he wasn't curious about what that might be filled with. In all likelihood a standard office with a little bit of that...Jack style, but inquiring minds need to know. Without a second thought he began meandering his way upwards, just for a little peek.

@the---10th-doctor

Nomad is a young man that wasn't like any human. Actually, he wasn't human at all. He's a Gallifreyan from the planet of Gallifrey. Years ago, he along with his siblings were forced out of their planet due to the Time War. Because of this, Nomad was separated from his brother, Cyrus and his sister, Rawya. He found himself in 1930s London with the human name John Thompson. He lived his life with no memory of his past. Having to survive on the streets and work as a server in a pub.

On this day, something was about to change. He was just about to step into the pub when he heard a sound of explosion. He should just ignore it and get to work, but his curiosity got the best of him. He decided to run down the street, finding the source of the loud sound.

"Well well well, look who's finally awake! Pay no mind to the dirt marks on your back...or front...and a little bit on your side. Welcome back to being who you are! A state of consciousness that I rather hope isn't going to try to kill me."

Not taking a second to breathe the Doctor continued, after all it wasn't as if running his mouth had gone out of style. Granted it would have had to be in style first for that to be the case. "Right then, suppose we ought to get to proper introductions-- or reintroductions as the case may be. I'm The Doctor, this is my TARDIS, and you are...?"

“So, that’s where the pain is coming from.” Nomad sat up rubbing behind his head, looking around the console room of the TARDIS. Then he turned to the other Time Lord talking to him. Suddenly grasping a familiar aura from him. He’s…another Gallifreyan.

“Do I know you from somewhere? I feel that we met before, but I can’t lay my finger on it. Actually, I know someone called the Doctor, but that was a long time ago. I never got to meet him, but my mother did. Oh, sorry. I’m Nomad.” He offered a hand to the Doctor.

"Nomad eh? Bit of a wanderer then, a man after my own hearts! Suppose we could've met yes...although it's just as possible that we've yet to meet for the first time. Timey wimey shenanigans and whatnot." He wasn't being attacked yet, that was already a good sign. Oh yes a handshake, of course he wouldn't want to be rude. Grasping the proffered appendage in both hands and vigorously shaking, The Doctor couldn't help but be intrigued.

"I can't speak to having met your mother, but I am The Doctor. The one you know of is probably, barring any impersonators, in fact me."

“Huh? And uh,who the hell might you be?”

"I might be The Doctor, and since we're doing introductions: you are?"

#secondlieutenantviper

"Ooh a list! Love a good list...well I suppose you know that. And you have posed a salient question indeed, do I still have that hat? I'd rather think I must, never one to throw away a good hat!"

His mind was racing, that was a given, he was awake after all and last he checked he was The Doctor. What was the tiniest bit odd was that his pulse was racing as well. Well he wasn't sick, of that he was sure, so on the back burner it would go. He had a hat to relocate. This was more his speed, having a bit of a lark with his Old Girl. Off to parts unknown to do things even more so. Speaking of...

"Just for my own edification, is it the light part of the hat that's relevant or the hard part? I love an adventure but if it's for the dark, I know I at least have a torch if the hat proves elusive. If it's for rocks falling...well I'd expect a torch wouldn't help much in that case"

voiceinterface

She loved the shift of energy but he was easy to distract sometimes. Other times it took multiple tries and not all of them making the situation better or worse. She would always try. But she would never push, even if he wanted to stay hidden moping in the clouds. "The hard hat part. I just enjoy a little light." she moved tot he other side of the console. Her voice carried, though that was the telepathic interface of it all. There was no auditory system [ aside for music ], her voice was for the most part just in there head. "I would check the closet. Might have been shuffled to the side." the Companions were in there often playing dress up. That was half the fun of it for most. She did some of the piloting, but left some final buttons for him to press when he was ready. She always let him do most of the leg work

But this is where the line ends for her. She cannot go outside. She taps the light on the little hat so it pops on. "Off you pop, have fun."

#voiceinterface | thread #[This poor man cannot catch a break]#[He just has to childishly complain to her]#[He almost certainly is always glad to be back but definitely more after nearly being crushed by a mountain]#[I absolutely just winged an entire episode in my head haha]

"For what it's worth, I like the light too. It's a shame that I can't take you with me...maybe I ought to get a body camera. Ooh but I wouldn't want to frighten you with any of my more...daring maneuvers." Of course what he called daring would more appropriately be called reckless or perhaps even dangerous.

"But yes you're right, off I pop. I'll be back, try not to miss me too much! I'll be back soon as I can."

With that, he stepped out the doors and began yet another adventure. Surely he wouldn't get into too much trouble this time he thought. But in the hours to come, as if to spite his optimism... "Oh thank goodness, I think you might very well have saved my life." Walking back through the very doors he'd all too recently departed from, in came the Doctor once more albeit covered in significantly more dust and debris then when he had left. The hard hat still resting on his head, although now bearing a sizable crack, resolutely shining its light.

"They dropped a mountain on me!" he whinged before correcting himself "Alright maybe not a whole mountain, but they did set off a landslide trying to get me. Said that a few hundred years back some fellow, who by the way I'd bet was The Master on some campaign to make sure that any number of people on any number of planets would be out to get me, told them that if anyone showed up in a blue box they were a demon! I think...I think I'm just going to sit on your floor for a bit and recover my wits"

@the---10th-doctor

Nomad is a young man that wasn't like any human. Actually, he wasn't human at all. He's a Gallifreyan from the planet of Gallifrey. Years ago, he along with his siblings were forced out of their planet due to the Time War. Because of this, Nomad was separated from his brother, Cyrus and his sister, Rawya. He found himself in 1930s London with the human name John Thompson. He lived his life with no memory of his past. Having to survive on the streets and work as a server in a pub.

On this day, something was about to change. He was just about to step into the pub when he heard a sound of explosion. He should just ignore it and get to work, but his curiosity got the best of him. He decided to run down the street, finding the source of the loud sound.

"Well well well, look who's finally awake! Pay no mind to the dirt marks on your back...or front...and a little bit on your side. Welcome back to being who you are! A state of consciousness that I rather hope isn't going to try to kill me."

Not taking a second to breathe the Doctor continued, after all it wasn't as if running his mouth had gone out of style. Granted it would have had to be in style first for that to be the case. "Right then, suppose we ought to get to proper introductions-- or reintroductions as the case may be. I'm The Doctor, this is my TARDIS, and you are...?"

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boxheadpaint

"ccute baby bunny compilation" "cutest rabbit videos!" "cute bunny so sweet every video" NO. i want FUNNY rabbit. i want rabbit STUPID compilatiom. I want every video of a rabbit thumping over some inane thing . i want a compilation of ever rabbit thats ever jumped in a trash bin. show me the goddamn animal

boxheadpaint

I love this so much

chronicallydragons

One of my rabbits thumps every time I cry. Even if I’m in a different room. She was supposed to be my ESA

I Am Him.

"You know there's been a rather interesting story that's been going around lately. I won't speak to the truthfulness of it but as I've come to understand it, a long long time ago in a galaxy far far awa-nope sorry that's Star Wars. Where was I....right, yes the story!"

"Once there was a man, brilliant one at that, bored of all the stuffiness and pomp of the world he lived in. So in a fit of pique he stole a box to take him across all of time and space. And cross space and time he did, gaining something of a reputation. Some worlds herald him as a bogeyman of sorts, others a champion of the people. There isn't much that is agreed upon about him, save a couple details. The first: he will appear with a great blue box. And the second: his name. They call him The Doctor."

"Hello, I am he"

"Ah well, that's fine. Wasn't expecting I'd be a visitor...well not here anyway."

Wisely he'd elected to ignore the rather arch look he'd caught cross the other man's face. After all, there was something to be said for acting as if you hadn't seen the mask slip. Whatever the mask may be. "Frankly given the type of people you find in government agencies, secret or not, it's absolutely sparkling in here. I'm not spotting paperwork stacked to the sky or enough half drank coffee cups to fill a whole bin."

deploy-the-fantasy

"Still, I like to try and keep it tidy. It makes everyone's job easier and it is my job to do so." Nevermind the fact that everything that the others didn't bother to do seemed to be his job. He breathed deeply and shook the though from his head.

"Anyway, you said you wanted a tour?" He wasn't sure what he was and wasn't allowed to show the Doctor, so he just figured a brief look around the main Hub space would do. No need to get into the vaults or archives or anything.

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"Indeed I did. A tour of your...tidy little space. Didn't realize the job description here was interact with outer space and tidy your space. But then I've never much understood how the bureaucracy comes to their conclusions..."

Surely he'd get to see something interesting, maybe not new, but a whole great big universe meant a whole great big amount of fun. Never mind that Torchwood probably didn't in general look at it that way. At least he hadn't been shooed off.

"Stop being so adorable I'm pretty sure it is illegal…"

"Well, that may be, but I know something you don't know. They'll never catch me long enough to make the charges stick!"

byondtheveil

Rei laughed. "Oh trust me I know that. That doesn't mean I can't give you a pinch for being too frikin adorable."

"Ah yes, right of course. Though you realize if you pinch me, I'm liable to pinch back. After all if I'm adorable and being adorable is all that's needed to justify a pinching, then that means you aren't safe either!"

byondtheveil

"Hmm I dunno... Cause if being adorable is a crime I'm more of a misdemeanor while you sir are a felony. Also as you said..." reaches out and gently pinches his cheek. "Gotta catch me first!" She runs off laughing.

#byondtheveil #I would have to suppose that silly friends are for being silly with

It took a moment for things to register, but when they did "Oi wait! You come back here, misdemeanor or no, I will get you! Allons-y! It felt odd to be the hypothetical felon but also be the one giving chase, but stranger sillier things had happened.

Even though he knew it wasn't the whole truth that they would always have each other, after all everything eventually ends, he chose not to focus on the comforting lie. Rather, the here and now was of far greater concern. The Journeys of the Time Lord and the TARDIS...or maybe TARDIS and Time Lord, that sounded better to him frankly, alphabetical order and all.

"Logical? Yeah that's me alright, capital 'L' Logical. " Slowly, ever so precisely he bridged the gap between them with his own hands. Gently lowering them so that were one to observe, they would see the two grasping hands. It mightn't be physical touch, but close enough was good enough. Taking his mind off of things, now if that wasn't the TARDIS in a nutshell. It had taken time but she'd taken him out of his brooding, gotten him to look at the bigger picture. The whole wide universe was their playground, and melancholy as he might be, he did so love exploring it. But of course when exploring there were always questions to be answered. "What shall we do now, where shall we go?"

voiceinterface

She had never wished to be physical before. But she’s learning. Through the faint fluttering hearts of the companions who get a thrill when he grabs their hands and runs. The safety of it. The security. The comfort. His hands hover over hers and the hologram bends away from his fingers when they get too close. It brings a smile to her face, his joy is infectious when it’s around. Like sunshine. He is the brightest of summer days and the warmest of summer nights. She knows the storm is there, but when the overcast parts to sunshine she basks in it.

“You read my mind.” she offered gently, the hologram flickers to the other side of the console. “I’ve been making a list, some places for you to get lost. Do you still have the hard hat with the little light on it?”

#voiceinterface | thread #[Oh gosh the comparisons to sunshine]#[my heart is so full]#[And once again the Doctor has gone full golden retriever]

"Ooh a list! Love a good list...well I suppose you know that. And you have posed a salient question indeed, do I still have that hat? I'd rather think I must, never one to throw away a good hat!"

His mind was racing, that was a given, he was awake after all and last he checked he was The Doctor. What was the tiniest bit odd was that his pulse was racing as well. Well he wasn't sick, of that he was sure, so on the back burner it would go. He had a hat to relocate. This was more his speed, having a bit of a lark with his Old Girl. Off to parts unknown to do things even more so. Speaking of...

"Just for my own edification, is it the light part of the hat that's relevant or the hard part? I love an adventure but if it's for the dark, I know I at least have a torch if the hat proves elusive. If it's for rocks falling...well I'd expect a torch wouldn't help much in that case"

@the---10th-doctor

Nomad is a young man that wasn't like any human. Actually, he wasn't human at all. He's a Gallifreyan from the planet of Gallifrey. Years ago, he along with his siblings were forced out of their planet due to the Time War. Because of this, Nomad was separated from his brother, Cyrus and his sister, Rawya. He found himself in 1930s London with the human name John Thompson. He lived his life with no memory of his past. Having to survive on the streets and work as a server in a pub.

On this day, something was about to change. He was just about to step into the pub when he heard a sound of explosion. He should just ignore it and get to work, but his curiosity got the best of him. He decided to run down the street, finding the source of the loud sound.

John nodded as he listened to the Doctor. Then he looked down at the watch. He definitely didn’t want to past up on the opportunity to find it. Crazy or not, he was going to find out why there were voices coming out from the watch. Maybe it could lead him to answers about his forgotten past.

“Perhaps…I’m willing to find out.” He looked over at the other, then tried to open the watch. At first, he had a hard time opening it. Was the lock broken? And then he unlatched the lock. Suddenly, a flow of golden particles floated out from the watch. They entered into John, making him fall over unconscious.

He really should have seen it coming, all things being equal. Big old influx of memories, well now that would certainly be a shock to the synapses! Of course now that left the Doctor with a problem he really wished he were less familiar with- how to surreptitiously move an unconscious body.

"Right...yeah of course, that would be my luck. Alright up we go then, off to the TARDIS. Don't need you to jump to your feet and start screaming on the street. Oh I hope this doesn't come back to bite me" Going with an old classic, he tossed his coat atop John's prone form -or rather the form that had been John- and commenced to dragging.

"Stop being so adorable I'm pretty sure it is illegal…"

"Well, that may be, but I know something you don't know. They'll never catch me long enough to make the charges stick!"

byondtheveil

Rei laughed. "Oh trust me I know that. That doesn't mean I can't give you a pinch for being too frikin adorable."

#byondtheveil #Oh absolutely yeah #such things are necessary

"Ah yes, right of course. Though you realize if you pinch me, I'm liable to pinch back. After all if I'm adorable and being adorable is all that's needed to justify a pinching, then that means you aren't safe either!"

@the---10th-doctor

Nomad is a young man that wasn't like any human. Actually, he wasn't human at all. He's a Gallifreyan from the planet of Gallifrey. Years ago, he along with his siblings were forced out of their planet due to the Time War. Because of this, Nomad was separated from his brother, Cyrus and his sister, Rawya. He found himself in 1930s London with the human name John Thompson. He lived his life with no memory of his past. Having to survive on the streets and work as a server in a pub.

On this day, something was about to change. He was just about to step into the pub when he heard a sound of explosion. He should just ignore it and get to work, but his curiosity got the best of him. He decided to run down the street, finding the source of the loud sound.

John signed, pulling his hair back in frustration. This was all so confusing to him. If he wasn’t anywhere from Ireland or Great Britain, then where does he come from? It didn’t make sense.

He looked over at the man once more. “So, you’re a doctor. Doctor what?” He couldn’t help but to ask the other. He barely knew this man, but there was something oddly familiar about him. Like…he could trust him.

"Just The Doctor, capital 'T' capital 'D'. Not quite the question most people tend to ask, but somehow the answer is the same." There really was something quite comforting about how nearly universal the reaction was to him. Never mind how much he enjoyed the preening way he got to say 'Just The Doctor' "And amazingly, I do in fact make house calls...or ship calls...once did a zeppelin call...don't fancy doing that again."

"Anyway, I may not be the therapy type of doctor but I'm more than willing to hear about your troubles. Your confusion and all that."

John signed, sitting down on one of the large boulders nearby. “I always felt so different from everyone else. I didn’t know why, but I had this strange feeling that I don’t really belong here.” He explained, holding the fobwatch in his hands.

“This may sound crazy, but I hear voices coming from this watch.” He couldn’t help but to softly laugh by how ridiculous he sounded. “I think I might be going insane.”

"Feeling different eh? Well now, I think to some degree everybody feels like that from time to time. It's all a part of being alive. That being said, I think we make our own places to belong...or we find them."

"As for the voices you hear, I'd rather imagine you'd have to investigate them before we start making calls about insanity. But that's your choice to make. Whether you want to write yourself off as insane or you want to do some digging." He was perhaps being a bit pushier than he'd intended to be about the matter, but frankly speaking it seemed like the young man had already more or less been heading in the same direction. If anything this was just an...acceleration of the process.

I Am Him.

"You know there's been a rather interesting story that's been going around lately. I won't speak to the truthfulness of it but as I've come to understand it, a long long time ago in a galaxy far far awa-nope sorry that's Star Wars. Where was I....right, yes the story!"

"Once there was a man, brilliant one at that, bored of all the stuffiness and pomp of the world he lived in. So in a fit of pique he stole a box to take him across all of time and space. And cross space and time he did, gaining something of a reputation. Some worlds herald him as a bogeyman of sorts, others a champion of the people. There isn't much that is agreed upon about him, save a couple details. The first: he will appear with a great blue box. And the second: his name. They call him The Doctor."

"Hello, I am he"

#deploythefantasy | thread

"Ah well, that's fine. Wasn't expecting I'd be a visitor...well not here anyway."

Wisely he'd elected to ignore the rather arch look he'd caught cross the other man's face. After all, there was something to be said for acting as if you hadn't seen the mask slip. Whatever the mask may be. "Frankly given the type of people you find in government agencies, secret or not, it's absolutely sparkling in here. I'm not spotting paperwork stacked to the sky or enough half drank coffee cups to fill a whole bin."

"Stop being so adorable I'm pretty sure it is illegal…"

"Well, that may be, but I know something you don't know. They'll never catch me long enough to make the charges stick!"

#byondtheveil

@the---10th-doctor

Nomad is a young man that wasn't like any human. Actually, he wasn't human at all. He's a Gallifreyan from the planet of Gallifrey. Years ago, he along with his siblings were forced out of their planet due to the Time War. Because of this, Nomad was separated from his brother, Cyrus and his sister, Rawya. He found himself in 1930s London with the human name John Thompson. He lived his life with no memory of his past. Having to survive on the streets and work as a server in a pub.

On this day, something was about to change. He was just about to step into the pub when he heard a sound of explosion. He should just ignore it and get to work, but his curiosity got the best of him. He decided to run down the street, finding the source of the loud sound.

John signed, pulling his hair back in frustration. This was all so confusing to him. If he wasn’t anywhere from Ireland or Great Britain, then where does he come from? It didn’t make sense.

He looked over at the man once more. “So, you’re a doctor. Doctor what?” He couldn’t help but to ask the other. He barely knew this man, but there was something oddly familiar about him. Like…he could trust him.