I'm at your back door with the earth of a hundred nations in my skin... [OTA, multiple threads]
Either the Doctor didn't get the memo about the monster attacks around the barracks, or he simply doesn't care. Guess which is more likely. He seems to have made it through the woods and to the barracks without incident, though. At least, he's not injured, and his suit's no more tattered than it was before, so at the very least, if he ran into any monsters, he managed to get away without being mauled by them.
As he approaches the gate, he shifts the bag slung over his shoulder a little, and reaches out to shove the gate open - only to find it locked. He frowns, starts to reach into his coat for his screwdriver, and then stops, grimacing. Wood. It's made of wood.
"Of course it is," the Doctor mutters under his breath, and then sighs, leaning one shoulder against the wall next to the gate and rapping his knuckles on the door. So much for slipping in to see Neal quietly...
"Hello? Anyone home?"
[OOC: Anyone he knows at the castle, feel free to say they followed the Doctor to the barracks. He won't mind! :D]
As he approaches the gate, he shifts the bag slung over his shoulder a little, and reaches out to shove the gate open - only to find it locked. He frowns, starts to reach into his coat for his screwdriver, and then stops, grimacing. Wood. It's made of wood.
"Of course it is," the Doctor mutters under his breath, and then sighs, leaning one shoulder against the wall next to the gate and rapping his knuckles on the door. So much for slipping in to see Neal quietly...
"Hello? Anyone home?"
[OOC: Anyone he knows at the castle, feel free to say they followed the Doctor to the barracks. He won't mind! :D]