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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor looks a little lost in the woods, literally and figuratively. He's staring at his reflection in the stream, arms wrapped around his knees.

After a few long moments of brooding, he frowns, and starts pulling things out of his pockets. His sonic screwdriver, high-tech night vision binoculars, psychic paper, a banana --

he frowns at that one]

When did I put you in there? And what for? Who carries around a banana? Can't blame myself for liking them, they've got loads of potassium, but it's a bit random...why can't I remember?

[he slowly peels the banana and eats it, hoping it will spark something in his memories. Or lack thereof.]


((ooc: Yes, it's another Nine post, and the start of his experiment!))

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[he leans against her, frowning] Maybe. Or maybe they're trying to distract me from something. I dunno.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

If that were the case, why not affect all of your selves?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] Been wondering the same thing. 'Course, I've only seen my Tenth since it started.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

He is unaffected?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Yep. He scanned my brain, both with the screwdriver and Contact. Said there was something in there he couldn't identify.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

And you believe that something to be a block implanted by this place?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

It's the only thing that makes sense, isn't it?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Logically, yes. But this place has proven to be illogical more often than not.