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[bit_impossible]

[the Doctor stands outside the library, Meredith's words of caution from the projection surfacing in one of his many passing thoughts:

"Be careful in the library."

for the Doctor, that's like slapping a big ol' "DO NOT ENTER" sign on it and expecting him to stay out. of course, it's a sign that he'll brazenly ignore and continue on his merry way just like he's always done.

but he has another reason for heading for the library besides some not-quite-so-amateur sleuthing...]

[to no one in particular:] Well, let's hope the bookworms haven't decided to revolt!

[he pushes the doors open with a flourish and heads in]

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[bit_impossible]

Well, even the most brilliant of minds needs a little nudge in the right direction every now and then. Always did mean to find out what happened to Love's Labour's Won... [trails off for a moment, mentally noting that he really ought to visit Shakespeare now and nose around a bit to find out why it was lost.]

Anyway yes, you are indeed in capable hands, if I do say so myself. [which is an assessment he feels is an understatement] But since we're going to be here for a bit, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, Xerxes? Or do you prefer "Break"?

[semantating.livejournal.com]

I am afraid you will find that how brilliant the mind truly is is entirely up for debate depending on the mind in question.

[ Break does something of a slow step forward, cane twirling, voice singsong as always. ]

My, it matters not to me what you prefer to call me, Mister Physician.

[ Step step, slight skip. He is totally answering your inquiry regarding him. Really. He just did, see? He said he doesn't care what you call him. ] Tell me, are you truly a doctor, or merely under the title of one? I Imagine that being under the title of such a profession would carry a rather useful sort of burden! Quite contradictory, if you ask me~