The Doctor Arrives (again)

[thelastgallifreyan]

Who: The Doctor and You
Where: Standard Plaza Drop
When: Late Morning, just before Noon, November 24th
Style: Brackets preferred but I'll match
Status: OPEN

[A rather damp man in a tweed dress jacket and red bow-tie suddenly appears in the plaza next to the corral.

He spins around quickly, observing and taking in the scene before him in a rush of information.

He runs his hand through his hair nervously only to discover that it is wet.]

I'm wet. [He brings his hand down from his head and inspects it. Sniffs it. Then tastes it.]

Correction. [He looks down at the rest of himself and flaps his jacket out a few times as if to get rid of the excess liquid. He begins to straighten his bow-tie.] I'm soaked... [There is a pause.] with salt-water.

And I'm inside a bubble under an ocean next to an enormous piece of coral.

Ooookay. [He claps his hands together and tilts his head to one side and then the other.]

No TARDIS in sight. [He checks his pockets.] Sonic accounted for, that's good. [He removes his sonic screwdriver and takes a reading. There is a green light and an electric buzzing noise for a few seconds. It turns off and he flips the device up to his eyes to inspect the data.]

Well I haven't mis-aimed. There is certainly something odd about this place.

[He places the sonic screwdriver back in his waterlogged pocket.]

So here's a question. [He continues to talk to himself and walks in a semi-circle around the coral.]

Why does this feel oddly familiar?

Comments

No idea what you're talking about.

[thelastgallifreyan]

[Meeting someone else with an interest in technology, particularly technology with psionic abilities, the Doctor has trouble containing his excitement.

He claps his hands together.]

It's a sonic screwdriver! Psychic interface! Go ahead! Try it!

[As soon as Darkleer would try, the green light at the end would come to life and a mechanical humming sound would begin.]

Sure you don't, buddy.

[aim_exorable]

[The Doctor doesn't need to prod him much; Darkleer is immediately exploring all its possible functions, or at least the ones that immediately come to mind. The second it lights up, his ears flick up in fascination. It is getting increasingly harder to keep a grin from stretching across his face.]

This is a positively gorgeous piece of equipment, stunning technology, truly-

[Shifting it to another hand, he holds it to his wrist where it seems to activate another piece of technology he has discovered while in Vatheon, this one made by himself. Information seems to be whirring between the two devices, and Darkleer makes a small little noise in the back of his throat that is nothing short of absolute delight.]

I think I must invite you over, if not today than sometime in the near future, Doctor.

[thelastgallifreyan]

[The Doctor blushes slightly.]

Thank you. It's nothing really.

[He rocks on his heels a little with his hands in his pockets.]

I'd like to do a little exploring on my own since I just arrived, but I'll definitely take a rain check on that invitation.

[aim_exorable]

Hm? Oh, of course.

[Darkleer looks a bit sheepish as he stops playing with the screwdriver. He also looks very reluctant. Parting is such sweet sorrow when there is technology involved.]

I.. suppose I should not hold you for much longer. You do have much to do, as do I.

[It's just. So beautiful.]

[thelastgallifreyan]

[The Doctor holds off requesting his sonic screwdriver immediately back. It's rare that he finds someone so appreciative of his technological accomplishments and his innovation.

After Darkleer's reluctant pause, however, he does let out a polite cough and holds out his hand for its return.]

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer gives a very mournful look to the screwdriver, his ears drooping. He does finally give it back, however.]

I live in the Phanga neighborhood, number fifteen. Please, feel free to drop by anytime you like.

[thelastgallifreyan]

[The Doctor smiles.]

I'll be dropping by shortly. Once I find my ship.

And don't worry, I'll bring the sonic with me.