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[The Doctor appears on the Plane, a mixture of utterly confused, and mildly annoyed] Oi! Bit more of an explanation would be nice! What sort of machine... [and he trails off when he notices the stars and galaxies, his expression turning to one of manic delight]

Fantastic! [walks around a bit, relieved to find that he is not falling through space, before noticing something] ...Hang on, this is all a bit wrong. Like some idiot cut up the universe and pasted it back together, but they’ve got no idea where anything goes. [digs through his pockets and eventually pulls out a red sharpie and a pad of paper, drawing out some proper star charts, and sticking them onto the “floor” of the Plane with duct tape. Because it holds the universe together.]

See? Not terribly complicated, is it? I’m sure you lot could fix it up this “machine” of yours with a bit of jiggery-pokery in no time. [crosses his arms] I’d fix it myself, but I’ve sort of got things to do, places to see, etc. So if someone wouldn’t mind showing me the way out, I’d appreciate it, thanks. [ waits for some kind of response] ...Ah. Maybe a bit of bribery? I’ve got...erm...[digs around in his pockets again, and pulls out a banana] ...a banana? Good source of potassium, bananas. [another pause] That’s never going to work, is it?

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[hmph. He thought it was clever, at least. He frowns a bit himself, though...in his experience, wishes rarely come true. But he supposes it can't hurt to try, so he concentrates, wishing for the pencil to lift up off the ground]

Edited 2009-07-25 19:19 (UTC)

The first thing you gotta remember about magic, Doctor, is that at its base, magic is life. What's a bigger miracle than life itself, after all? Once you understand that, the rest comes easy.

[the pencil isn't moving yet, so she moves next to him and places a hand on his back]

Keep it in your wish. Reach out with your mind, and put the pencil in your hand. It's that simple. Touch it. You know you can.

[he's startled by the touch, suddenly awkwardly quiet. He follows her instructions, though, reaching out with his mind, and focusing on that bit about /life/. Because he can understand that, even if he doesn't quite grasp the idea of magic yet]

[There's no change, until suddenly there's a bit of a pop, like a small amount of air being sucked away somewhere, and then the pencil is gone. Until of course, it appears in his hand. Dorothy grins and applauds.]

Oh, bravo! Well done! You're a quick learner.

[looks utterly pleased with himself, twirling the pencil in his fingers] 'Course I am! Thanks, Dorothy. [and look, he's even restraining himself from going on about transmat beams]