[VIDEO] ☤ seven things. and a note. ☤

[retardised]

-- and, oh, well, that's just RUDE, that's so many levels of RUDE, isn't it --

[ The video cuts in midsentence, the Doctor shaking the Faciliberry rather unceremoniously, and wildly brandishing a small, haphazardly scribbled upon sheet of notebook paper. ] Look, if you're going to spring unnecessary and sudden comas on a fellow, you need to not

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[mortifercanis]

Do I even want to know what exactly they put on your lovely note? [Because the whole blushing thing is very curious but Sirius does not want to know if the note said naughty things.

His expression turns serious now.] Be glad that you missed things, because they were not pleasant in the least.

[retardised]

No, no, it was nothing at all, just silliness about bowtie insults and -- [ His voice trails off a little, vaguely. ] Improvements that could be made with... relocation.

[ okay he's going to stop talking about bowties on his timelord dong now, there's much more siriusserious topics at hand ]

Yes. Yes, so I've been hearing. Buttons and things.

[mortifercanis]

[Commence nose wrinkling. From that he can guess exactly what was on the note, tyvm Doctor.] Shame that they can't see the beauty of where it is now.

[Yes, he will gladly go along with not talking about bowtied dongs.]

Big red buttons of death apparently. Seems people are coming back all injured after they 'quit' last week's experiment.

[retardised]

Thank you, you see? Yes! That is what I'm saying! Simple, yet classy! Power to the bowtie!

[ That's probably the best course of action. ]

So -- They get the button, all shiny and tempting, promised reprieve from the experiment - experiments? - and will thusly, in desperation, push it. They -- disappear then, I'm assuming, to be taken. Wherever.

[mortifercanis]

At least the suspenders weren't mocked, I'd hate to think of what they'd suggest for that.

[Dear Merlin, why did he say that? Now he's going to be stuck trying not to imagine that too.]

Some pressed their own, others had theirs pressed by other people, and well I do believe some animals were responsible for a few of them too. It was like a free-for-all of button-pushing. Yes, disappeared for torture if the network feeds are anything to go by.

[retardised]

[ The Doctor opens his mouth and -- all that comes out is a small, noncommittal squeak before he promptly moves away from this topic, shutting his mouth and moving onto the next. ]

[ Or it could be about the button, it's hard to tell. There's a lot of wordless confusion mixed up in his response here, and he's suddenly and violently scrubbing a hand across his forehead, eyes squeezed shut tight. He doesn't answer Sirius for a few long seconds, giving out a bit of a hollow, breathless chuckle as he tosses up the hand, eyes opening. ]

And I wasn't here for any of it.

[mortifercanis]

[Good, he didn't need anymore images of suspenders and bowties and naughty things.

Sirius is just watching the Doctor's reaction with a raised eyebrow.]

You're here now. And you could always put your name to use.

[retardised]

But I should have been there.

[ And his hand slams impatiently against the desk, and he's angry for a moment, but only the moment - he's standing abruptly just after, spinning in a half circle and holding the phone tightly in his other hand, a faint smile curving at the corner of his mouth. ]

Is that what this place needs, then? A doctor?

[mortifercanis]

No sense wasting time about what should have been. The only thing to do now is go onward.

[He's quiet, knowing what it's like to not be able to do anything. Being here and not being able to help is just as hard.]

I'd say it does. Especially the right kind of doctor.

[retardised]

[ Oh, dear. He gives a small laugh. ] Time. [ Was it a fixed moment? He had no idea. Because all these terrible things happened and he couldn't even be there for them. That shouldn't ache as much as it does but there's really not much he can do here, and that's a new experience for him, that's an entirely new feeling and he doesn't like it at all. ]

I don't have any sort of healing powers, you know. The traditional sort. Not here, here I've got -- my wits and my fashion sense.

[mortifercanis]

[How many of them can really say they like it and not look like they've got something seriously wrong going on in their head. At one point or another they all get hurt.]

No need to have healing powers. Wits could be very useful, especially combined with the traditional sort.

[retardised]

[ Of course they will. It's the nature of the place. The Doctor was honestly thanking his lucky stars his time here hadn't been so bad as it could have been. All things considered and all the beasts and nasties in the world, he'd had it relatively easy. ]

The traditional sort?

[mortifercanis]

[Eventually some of his nasties will show up - it's bound to happen to all of them at one point or another. And the Doctor does have a lot of beasties out to get him.]

That means, get creative and find things to do the science-y way of healing people, Doctor. Or maybe do something that will stop it from ever happening again.

[retardised]

[ And he HAD done that, during the shutdown week, his first week here. He was good at the science-y and he was good at the last minute solutions that saved everyone, they were what he excelled at. ]

Begging the question how one predicts an omnipotent presence they've never rightly met or seen, only spoken to, doesn't it? She's artificial; it shouldn't be so difficult.

[mortifercanis]

[He leans back in his chair.]

I don't think we should predict her. Instead I think we should use what we've got. If we think about it there's no physical way to get to any of them at the moment, but they're watching us - and hell, sometimes they even talk to us which means there has to be some sort of connection between us and them.