Σ001; is there a doctor in the house?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[And lo, from the grounds outside the castle comes the distinct sounds of the TARDIS’s VWORP VWORP, and a Doctor puttering around the console. A little muffled by the partially-opened door:] Well, at the very least that wasn’t a permanent dematerialization.

[And the sounds grow fainter as the Doctor exits the TARDIS to have a look around where she’s landed.] -Well. It's hardly the Grand Hotel, but then, what is these days? Depending on the days, of course. You can't be expected to judge early 19th by, oh, 45th century standards. Though it's hardly as if...

Oh dear.

[She raises a hand to her forehead.] I'm talking to myself again. I've got to stop that, next thing you know I'll be getting a cat and then there'll be nothing for it. [Siiiiiigh- oh wait, hold on. She picks up the journal.]

What's this?

Comments

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

And you haven't left?

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

Leaving is impossible. For now, at least.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[But that would mean-] ...No.

['sup Ten, just running back to the TARDIS. The journal catches snatches of sounds, someone running around the console frantically trying to get her TARDIS to start, and then... silence.

She sits down on the floor and rests her head against the console. Trapped again.]

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

Five and I are working on a way out. We'll get it soon.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[No reply.]

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Again, the journal picks up no reply.]

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

Doctor?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Nope. :|]

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

[ And that would be the sound of Ten dropping the journal and running, hoping that his connection with the TARDIS will lead him to Three instead of him just running all over creation.

Lucky, it does and Ten almost skids to a halt in the entrance to Three's TARDIS. ]

Doctor?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[She's still just... sitting there, not so much responding. 'sup.]

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

[ He walks over to her and sits down beside her. ]

We will find a way out of here.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Of course we will.

[She just... really, really doesn't want to be stuck again.]

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

In the meantime, there's plenty of room to explore in this world. There's the castle and the town and the land outside the town.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Yes, a whole universe of options.

[Sarcasm wot.]

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

Yes, actually.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, sure, whatever, Ten. :|]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[and this would be Five poking his head into the TARDIS, hoping it's the right one]

No coral her ---

[spots Ten and Three just ... sitting there looking a bit mopey] I hope this isn't a bad time.

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

[ Ten looks up and raises an eyebrow at Five. ]

That would depend on your definition of a bad time.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Ffffff, Doctors don't mope.

They angst.

Cosmically.]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

One where I'm unwelcome, in this case, I suppose. [frowns, concerned. he still thinks he said something to upset Three]

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

Not unwelcome, I don't think.

[ He looked back at Three and nudged her with his elbow. ]

Would it be a bit much to ask for some sort of reaction?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

You're not unwelcome.

[WELL GEE SORRY TEN. :|]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[sighs, quietly] Perhaps this is a situation best served by the presence of tea. ... I know I wouldn't mind some.

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

Well you're the only one standing up, so if you want to get it, I'll have a cup.