Those passing by the Rift room might hear a loud thump. This is caused by a tall, lean man in a pinstriped suit and trainers tumbling through the rift and slamming into the couch, rather hard
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Aiden's casually wandering past the Rift room when he hears the Doctor's triumphant yell and, being a curious man by nature, he decides to investigate.
He never makes it past the door, however. He spots the man there and is overcome with a sense of familiarty, and he soon figures out why. Except for his hair, he looks just like his former roommate and friend, Estan Kyrindor.
But he's definitely not Estan. Like all Atlunovans Estan's hair was shock white. This man's hair was brown.
Then he notices the purple goo, and blurts out, "What is that?"
The Doctor spins around and considers the substance he's half-covered in, wiping a bit of it off him - and then wrinkling his nose, sticking his tongue out in vague distaste and wiping it off on the couch.
"Oh, this? Long story. There were these eggs and... Nevermind. You won't understand anyway. ...Hello, there, I'm the Doctor. Who're you?"
"Do I? Hmm. Don't usually get that one..." He runs a hand through his hair absently. He likes his hair. Possibly just because he had so little of it the last time around. "So. This is just a guess, but I'm assuming I shouldn't turn around and walk through that big shiny portal of death, hmm?"
"No, you shouldn't, or so I'm told. I don't really feel like trying, because despite the homesickness, I'd rather be alive then die trying to get home." He notes that little jesture of running his hand through the hair, and adds, "His hair was just a different colour, that's all. It was a quirk of the people from my country. We all have white hair."
"Ah. Figured that. It doesn't look like the friendlier type of hole in space and time. Not that they're generally very... friendly... Anyway!"
He'd been looking at the Rift again, but now his gaze shifts back to Aiden. "That would explain things, I suppose. I hope you don't mind if I ask, but where've I come out? It is Earth, right? Some version of Earth. It's got that Earth feel to it..."
"Erm, I suppose. We're in a city called 'Chicago'." A pause, then he says, "Why would I mind if you asked? Questions are good things. Especially when you're trying to learn something new. We never stop learning, after all."
Aiden loves learning. He hungrily devours any knowledge he comes across, and that's evidenced in his voice when he says that.
Aiden grins back at him. "I can't see why. But I'm sort of biased, because... well. If you love knowledge, it's hard to imagine why anyone wouldn't like to ask questions."
"Good man," the Doctor says, clapping Aiden on the shoulder. Don't mind if he gets purple alien goo on you, Aiden, it's a sign of affection. "I always liked people like you... Much preferable to the other kind."
He looks around the room. "So. Chicago. Good to know. Familiar, at least. To me, I mean. Apparently not to you, or so I'd assume, but..."
He never makes it past the door, however. He spots the man there and is overcome with a sense of familiarty, and he soon figures out why. Except for his hair, he looks just like his former roommate and friend, Estan Kyrindor.
But he's definitely not Estan. Like all Atlunovans Estan's hair was shock white. This man's hair was brown.
Then he notices the purple goo, and blurts out, "What is that?"
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"Oh, this? Long story. There were these eggs and... Nevermind. You won't understand anyway. ...Hello, there, I'm the Doctor. Who're you?"
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He'd been looking at the Rift again, but now his gaze shifts back to Aiden. "That would explain things, I suppose. I hope you don't mind if I ask, but where've I come out? It is Earth, right? Some version of Earth. It's got that Earth feel to it..."
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Aiden loves learning. He hungrily devours any knowledge he comes across, and that's evidenced in his voice when he says that.
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He flashes Aiden a smile. He's got a feeling he'll like this man. The Doctor's usually right about these feelings.
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He looks around the room. "So. Chicago. Good to know. Familiar, at least. To me, I mean. Apparently not to you, or so I'd assume, but..."
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"No, it's not familiar to me, unfortunately. I'm from a world that's very different from this one."
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