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?

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[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.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

And me. Thank you.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[slight, but very amused eyeroll. that WOULD be his own logic, wouldn't it] Right, then. I'll be back in a tic.

[heads off for the TARDIS kitchen. returns a mo later with a tea tray and all necessary accoutrements!]

Here we are.

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

[ Ten grabs himself a cup of tea and throws quite a bit of sugar in it. ]

Smells wonderful. Good job, Doctor.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Mmmmmmm, tea. Three approves. ♥.]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Better than the cupcakes, at the very least. [sets the tray down in front of them and then settles down on the other side of Three]

To us, then? [picks up his cup and smiles] Good things do tend to come in threes!

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

[ He smiles and lifts his glass. ]

To Doctors, TARDISes and things in threes.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Dryly:] And multiples thereof.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

... [fixes his tea, quietly, while he tries to figure out how to pull Three's proverbial stick out of the mud]

...[addresses Ten, after a stir and a sip] Do you know what I think?

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

At this moment? No.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

I think we should take a jaunt out to the Pillar Fields. That's what I think.

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

The what?