02; He's a real nowhere man [sitting in his nowhere land]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[And since he has very little else to do besides sulk, have a wet, suit-jacket-less Doctor, coming fresh off of the S4 finale.

He looks rather unhappy. Have fun!]




OOC: Will more likely than not contain spoilers to s4 of Doctor Who.

Comments

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[And here is a bemused Ragnar, testing out his ability to talk to people.] You are... rather damp.

[No. He's not a very good conversationalist.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look, a talking cat.]

You're very perceptive.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Doctor? [Gentle hand on his arm, wondering which one it is and figuring it doesn't really matter since she owes pretty much all of his regenerations a lot, anyway. :\ ]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[turns slightly to face her]

Sorry, not me. Other Doctor's the one you probably know.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Have Firo in a mood and TRYING SO HARD TO DRINK HIMSELF OUT OF IT. Damn you auto-healing/poison-purging. He offers you the bottle he's holding, eyebrows raised.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[eyes the bottle, takes it]

Thanks. Having the same sort of day as me, then?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[walks up beside him, hands in pockets]

Sulking is bad for your health, not to mention your gravitas. I can only hope that someday, one of your assistants will train you out of it.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[yay! It is absolutely the person he did not want to see in this emo mood. The narration is amused.]

Go away.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Doctor...? Are you well?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

TARDIS. Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

....what's wrong?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[cue insanely painful look]

Rose. Hi.

Nothing. Don't worry about it.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[stares at him, for a moment, because this is a bit too familiar for his taste, this sense of loss surrounding him; quietly, almost gently]

Has something happened?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[cynical to the last]

I just had a really, really, really bad day.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack has cleaned up considerably from his last post, though he still looks like he should be sleeping rather than walking around, and his hand has been bandaged. He looks at the Doctor for a moment, but doesn't say anything]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor stares at him a long couple of moments]

You look like I feel.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[because the coin said heads, here is the Brigadier giving you a quick once over, Doctor]

Need a towel?

[the Brigadier has some degree of tact, so for now he isn't flat out asking what the problem is]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[sudden laugh]

I'm a time traveler, Brigadier, a towel is essential.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[hi Doctor! have a Lucy watching you, a faint smile on her face] Doctor. It would seem you're in need of some help.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[doesn't turn to look at her]

Hello, Lucy.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[because I'm a very nice person and Donna is concerned]

Doctor? What's wrong?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[and the most painful look of all goes to...]

Hi.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[Nine is concerned for himself ):] What's happened?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Remember that girl you never met that I did? Yeah. Lucky you.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He can't really say much, because while he doesn't know what happened, he obviously knows that look]

It's a Saturday, isn't it?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[ah yes, if anyone could understand a Saturday...]

Yes, yes it is.

[contract_star]

Doctor? Or... [Stares at him a moment because goddamn, they look exactly alike. Hei decides not to even bother.]

What happened?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Oh no not again.]

Other Doctor.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Trots up to him slowly.] I smell loss in you, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

It's been a long day, Amaterasu. A very long day.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Strolls over] Anything wrong?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[oh, person he's never met. Time to clean up? Nah, no point in it]

I'm all right.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Because the mun is totally snagging a bit of time now, she stands there and watches quietly at first]

... You really should dry yourself off and change into some fresh clothes. [there is concern in her tone, but she doesn't press any questions on him]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[rueful smile]

Yep, you're probably right.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Laddie? [She squints at him.] But no, you aren't him, are you?

[Vanishes and reappears with a rough towel and a steaming mug of something or other. She tosses the towel at him.] Dry yourself off a mite, and then get this in you.


[SORRY, don't have a paid account and there was an s where there shouldn't be one. IT WAS BOTHERING ME. ...and it was followed by HTML failings. Double-fail TRIPLE-fail, me. |D ]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[accepts them, numbly]

Thanks.