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nexus_crossings2017-12-01 06:16 pm
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"I missed Halloween didn't I?"
The Doctor pokes his head out from the TARDIS; he was supposed to be here long ago for the Halloween Party to cause a bit of mischief. With his space helmet on backwards, and having picked up some old friends along the way, he decided to pop in to get his share of miniature candies and to share a bunch of chocolate buttons.
He steps out from the TARDIS, and he finds himself walking head first into the wall of a building, and lucky for him he has a sturdy helmet on his head. "Ouch. Who decided this was a good place to put a wall?" The poor Doctor reaches his hand up, and he goes to his head.
His shoulders slump, and he lowers his hand and he goes to blindly navigate his way away from the wall. "Anyway, I know it has been sometime since I've been here, too long. I think I recall setting up a wonderful Christmas tree in the plaza. But I'm here to stay, yup; I'm here to stay because I think this place is as good as any to cheat death. Or hide from it." Going to Trenzalore is not on The Doctor's plans, and if he can dodge, it by hanging out somewhere else this place is it.
"So the big question is, what would you lot do if you were to cheat death? Or would you welcome your untimely end?"
The Doctor pokes his head out from the TARDIS; he was supposed to be here long ago for the Halloween Party to cause a bit of mischief. With his space helmet on backwards, and having picked up some old friends along the way, he decided to pop in to get his share of miniature candies and to share a bunch of chocolate buttons.
He steps out from the TARDIS, and he finds himself walking head first into the wall of a building, and lucky for him he has a sturdy helmet on his head. "Ouch. Who decided this was a good place to put a wall?" The poor Doctor reaches his hand up, and he goes to his head.
His shoulders slump, and he lowers his hand and he goes to blindly navigate his way away from the wall. "Anyway, I know it has been sometime since I've been here, too long. I think I recall setting up a wonderful Christmas tree in the plaza. But I'm here to stay, yup; I'm here to stay because I think this place is as good as any to cheat death. Or hide from it." Going to Trenzalore is not on The Doctor's plans, and if he can dodge, it by hanging out somewhere else this place is it.
"So the big question is, what would you lot do if you were to cheat death? Or would you welcome your untimely end?"
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With his bowtie just the way, he likes it; The Doctor takes in a deep breath. "I'm not sure running towards my death is screwing myself over this time. And this place will be perfect for two friends of mine. I lost them once before, but with some help I was able to get them back." The Doctor just hopes The Weeping Angels don't come here to try and take Amy and Rory back.
He was just raises an eyebrow, and he tilts his head to the side at the mention of hurting a friend or girlfriend. "What do you mean by hurt your girlfriend? I mean, I know that wars cause people to do horrible and terrible things that are beyond your control."
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Likewise, he remains uncertain about The Doctor's plan to escape his prophecy. If it's real in the first place. "You're bringing them here?" he asks in disbelief. "How are you going to make sure they stay out of trouble?"
Seriously, how? He needs pointers.
Can this guy not take a hint that he doesn't want to elaborate? He scowls at him briefly. "I left her when she needed me the most. Twice. It's a miracle that she's forgiven me at all. It doesn't matter if I had my reasons at the time."