The Doctor And The Terrible Horrible No Good Bad Day
Who: The Doctor
Fandom: Doctor Who
Type: Alternate Universe
Notes: At this point in human!Doctor's canon, he's teaching physics at the University of Toronto, and pays half-yearly visits to the Master, who's also human and lives in Cardiff, as Jack Harkness' prisoner/employee/property/thing. The Doctor, on one of his visits to Cardiff, just found out that his flight back to Toronto was canceled and he's stuck in the UK for an indefinite amount of time. His relationship with the Master at this point is tense to say the least (since the Master is the person who turned him human), but he has no choice but to stay with him until air traffic control will let him leave the country. (Yes, this post is entirely inspired by the fact that I am currently stuck in the US because of the volcano with the crazy name that erupted in Iceland.)
Also, the Doctor is a lot more nervous and imbalanced than you might know him to be from canon. The being-turned-human thing fucked with his head quite a lot, and he's still getting over it.
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The man entering the lobby of the Embassy has the air of a person whose day started badly and went downhill from there. His eyebrows are drawn together in a frown, his hands are buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his shoulders pulled up as if he were cold. He probably is, considering the fact that he is soaking wet; he looks a lot as if he walked through a monsoon-like downpour to get here. He's squinting through fogged-up glasses at the room around him, seemingly looking out for the next unpleasantness the day might decide to throw at him, while strands of his hair are dripping heavy drops of rainwater into his eyes.
The pitiful impression he is making is largely accurate. The Doctor is not having a good day. It's the first of the forced extension of his stay in Cardiff, and it started out with a not unexpected, but still highly unpleasant altercation with the Master. A partly physical altercation, in fact. Nothing dramatic, just some pushing and shoving and trying to evade the Master's half-hearted attack, but it still left the Doctor restless and tense. It was also the reason he left the apartment, on foot, without his coat, in a downpour of the kind that only happens in Southern Wales in springtime.
Right now, he's looking for dry clothes, a Master-free space, and a cigarette. Not necessarily in that order.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Type: Alternate Universe
Notes: At this point in human!Doctor's canon, he's teaching physics at the University of Toronto, and pays half-yearly visits to the Master, who's also human and lives in Cardiff, as Jack Harkness' prisoner/employee/property/thing. The Doctor, on one of his visits to Cardiff, just found out that his flight back to Toronto was canceled and he's stuck in the UK for an indefinite amount of time. His relationship with the Master at this point is tense to say the least (since the Master is the person who turned him human), but he has no choice but to stay with him until air traffic control will let him leave the country. (Yes, this post is entirely inspired by the fact that I am currently stuck in the US because of the volcano with the crazy name that erupted in Iceland.)
Also, the Doctor is a lot more nervous and imbalanced than you might know him to be from canon. The being-turned-human thing fucked with his head quite a lot, and he's still getting over it.
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The man entering the lobby of the Embassy has the air of a person whose day started badly and went downhill from there. His eyebrows are drawn together in a frown, his hands are buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his shoulders pulled up as if he were cold. He probably is, considering the fact that he is soaking wet; he looks a lot as if he walked through a monsoon-like downpour to get here. He's squinting through fogged-up glasses at the room around him, seemingly looking out for the next unpleasantness the day might decide to throw at him, while strands of his hair are dripping heavy drops of rainwater into his eyes.
The pitiful impression he is making is largely accurate. The Doctor is not having a good day. It's the first of the forced extension of his stay in Cardiff, and it started out with a not unexpected, but still highly unpleasant altercation with the Master. A partly physical altercation, in fact. Nothing dramatic, just some pushing and shoving and trying to evade the Master's half-hearted attack, but it still left the Doctor restless and tense. It was also the reason he left the apartment, on foot, without his coat, in a downpour of the kind that only happens in Southern Wales in springtime.
Right now, he's looking for dry clothes, a Master-free space, and a cigarette. Not necessarily in that order.