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realityshifted2013-05-21 08:57 pm
conspicuous) wrote in realityshifted2013-05-21 08:57 pm
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[bewilderment doesn't even begin to cover what he feels once he steps foot on the plane. despite not knowing where he is, why he is where he is – a scowl is sliding over the line of his mouth as it most often does, dark brows furrowing above hazel eyes, and he's stepping forward. there's hesitance, a voice in the back of his mind telling him that he needs to find some answers before he goes traipsing around an unknown area.
but those eyes seem to see everything. he's taking it all in, from the stars in the floor that give the surrounding area a luminescent aura to the information kiosks – which he blatantly ignores in favor of wandering further. the mansion is what ends up catching his attention enough to halt his steps, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans as he stares up at it, and there is a moment in which it reminds him too much of his family home, wrapped and in a constant state of disrepair because the years haven't been kind, and he hasn't been able to keep it up despite the time he's spent in beacon hills since his return.
of course, the automatic connection he makes with the two only makes sense in that they both harbor a feeling of emptiness. and that is something that he would care more to leave behind than anything as he continues, a low noise rumbling in the back of his throat.
once he reaches the edge of the forest, the tightness in his chest dissipates the slightest bit. this .. this feels more like home. or like something familiar – and given how strange everything else feels here, derek thinks that this might be the only thing he can connect to that might give him some semblance of belonging.
not that he will ever admit as much out loud. no one needs to be aware of the constant feeling of disconnection with the rest of the world.
he steps past the first line of trees, inhaling deeply – and finding that it doesn't smell like anything he's ever encountered before. the trees might look real, the sky above him clear as a bell, but there is something off about this place, and he has every intention of finding out just what it is.
he takes yet another breath, lets it out slowly, and continues walking.]
but those eyes seem to see everything. he's taking it all in, from the stars in the floor that give the surrounding area a luminescent aura to the information kiosks – which he blatantly ignores in favor of wandering further. the mansion is what ends up catching his attention enough to halt his steps, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans as he stares up at it, and there is a moment in which it reminds him too much of his family home, wrapped and in a constant state of disrepair because the years haven't been kind, and he hasn't been able to keep it up despite the time he's spent in beacon hills since his return.
of course, the automatic connection he makes with the two only makes sense in that they both harbor a feeling of emptiness. and that is something that he would care more to leave behind than anything as he continues, a low noise rumbling in the back of his throat.
once he reaches the edge of the forest, the tightness in his chest dissipates the slightest bit. this .. this feels more like home. or like something familiar – and given how strange everything else feels here, derek thinks that this might be the only thing he can connect to that might give him some semblance of belonging.
not that he will ever admit as much out loud. no one needs to be aware of the constant feeling of disconnection with the rest of the world.
he steps past the first line of trees, inhaling deeply – and finding that it doesn't smell like anything he's ever encountered before. the trees might look real, the sky above him clear as a bell, but there is something off about this place, and he has every intention of finding out just what it is.
he takes yet another breath, lets it out slowly, and continues walking.]
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And he doesn't have Harriet to talk to about this. He's been through this mess before, and he can't take the chance of letting them know he's on to them if he begins to suspect she isn't the real Harriet. Or hell, even if any of her subordinates or anyone else in Number 10 have been swapped either.
But soon, his thoughts are interrupted when he hears the sounds of footsteps nearby. Curious, he heads towards them (perhaps welcoming the distraction), and sees he isn't alone.]
Ohhh, another new one! Blimey... [First Narvin (even if he doesn't remember being here before), now someone completely new.]
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he hears the doctor coming, though he doesn't bother saying anything until the other speaks up - and when he does, he can only tilt his head to the side in silent contemplation.] Another one? [he asks, clearly confused.]
Do random people show up here often?
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Anyway! I'm the Doctor. And you are...? [He holds his hand out. If Derek can feel such a thing in a handshake, he just might be able to feel the Doctor's double heartbeat.]
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he wouldn't have to feel it through the handshake itself; if he listens carefully enough, he can hear it. and it just has him tilting his head, gaze narrowing.] Derek.
[pause, because he's listening to his heartbeat again.] Your heartbeat .. why is it like that? What are you?
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throwing caution to the wind, and all that.
his brows furrow when the other leans in close, and he leans back a bit.] I just have really good hearing. What the hell is a Time Lord?
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Blimey, I'm not surprised you've never heard of a Time Lord before. You humans--[he uses the term loosely for now]--think you're the only life in the universe! [He wags a finger in Derek's direction now, but in a scolding type of way. Not threatening.] Well! I'm what you lot call "an alien"--but bear in mind that to me, you are the aliens.
[So yes, there's your question answered!--in the vaguest sense of the word.]