for muse_shuffle: ...repeat, repeat, repeat
In the morning I wake up >> And in the night I sleep >> Since the day that I was born >> Repeat, repeat, repeat
(No Doubt - ‘Six Feet Under’)
10:32 A.M. his watch reads. He’s not entirely sure if that’s a good measure of what time it is. It’s all a bit relative when you travel inside and outside and through time. It’s the time his watch states though, and that’s good enough for him.
He rolls out of bed. Tee shirt and jim-jam bottoms. There are dinosaurs on them, and it would be sort of ridiculous, but they’re comfortable and he likes dinosaurs so it’s nothing to worry too much over. His hair is sticking up all over the place and he just needs to find his way to the bathroom before someone else does. Splash some water on his face, try to make his hair a bit unruly, grab something to eat and bring it out into the lounge, watch a bit of telly, hope he’s awake enough for a shower, and then whatever adventure waits outside the TARDIS doors.
He’s not entirely sure how he found himself here to begin with, honestly. There are two men with his face, one man who is supposed to be his enemy, and a Donna thrown in somewhere in the middle. It’s still a bit surreal, but that isn’t something to think of when rolling out of bed. So instead it’s time for an attempt to get into the bathroom.
Another thing that’s ridiculous, the size of the TARDIS and there is only one bathroom. That should be fixed at some point. Not this early though. Not while still in his pajamas. Not while running into two very familiar faces on the way to the bathroom.
“Doctor?”
“Me?”
“…Arthur?”
“What?”
“Doctor?”
“Which one?”
“…me?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
It was easy to tell Arthur apart after the confusion passed. He was just sort of green. The Doctor at least had bananas or something going on with his pajamas. At least they appeared to be bananas. He hoped they were bananas. He wasn’t going to get any closer to make sure. That would just be odd.
“You can’t go around in them forever?”
“What?”
“In wha - oh right, those. They really should go.”
“Pardon?”
“Those.”
“What?”
“Your - “
The Doctor’s sentence was cut off as the Master somehow got by all of them and pushed his way into the bathroom.
“Right, well that’s another hour or so we’ll be waiting. Let’s go watch some telly in the meantime. Come on, Arthur.”
Arthur looked towards the Doctor before following the human Doctor’s instructions.
So an hour was spent watching morning cartoons in their jim-jams. Well the two Doctor’s at least had real proper good ones. Arthur’s were just sort of green, and nothing else.
“They really won’t do.”
“Not at all.”
“What is all this about?”
“Your pajama pants, they’re just…”
Both Doctors spoke in unison.
“…green”
“Is there something wrong with green?”
“No. No. It’s just they’re only green.”
“I don’t see - “
“Course you don’t. That’s why we’re here.”
He squinted at the Doctor’s pajama bottoms, still trying to distinguish whether they were bananas or not. They had to be. He felt some eyes on him, and he stopped trying to figure out what it was on them just then. He would stick with bananas. It had to be what it was.
And so the day went on as it usually did. Showers and getting dressed and traveling somewhere and having some sort of adventure. Of course that wasn’t the vital part of today.
There was an outpost off of the Crealo Cluster. They would make a pit stop. Important business and all that. There was also a Shirilian Physics Exhibit that the Doctor and the Master and Arthur could attend. The human Doctor might have enjoyed it as well, but there was more pressing business he and Donna had to take care of.
That night after returning to the TARDIS, the human Doctor found his way into Arthur’s room when Arthur wasn’t around, leaving a package at the foot of his bed.
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9:12 AM. It seemed a little early. But time was time was time and it all became sort of relative when your existence is comprised of traveling all over time. The hour was too early to think about that, and his hair was too ruffled, and his pajama bottoms seemed to have some sort of animals on them. They’re comfortable though, and maybe when he’s more awake he can inspect them closer to see what exactly is on them.
He makes his way towards the bathroom, running into two very familiar faces.
“Doctor.”
“It’s Arthur.”
“Oh.”
“Over here, hello”
“Right.”
“I thought -”
“No, afraid not”
“Oh, well -”
The Doctor was cut off mid-sentence as the Master somehow got through the traffic jam of men with nearly identical - if not completely identical - faces.
The three stand in the corridor, a little awkwardly. He thinks there are horses maybe on the Doctor’s pajamas. He’s not entirely sure. They have to be horses, what else could they be. He might inspect closer, except that would be a little odd.
He doesn’t have to look closer to inspect Arthur’s. He smiles through the sleepiness at Arthur, standing quite awkwardly, in his new pajama bottoms.
“I just thought - when did you get them?”
“They were left on my bed, I assumed it was you, Doctor.”
“No. Had nothing to do with it, but they’re brilliant. Stars and moons and planets from the looks of it.”
“It appears so.”
“We’re not just going to stand here all day, are we. He’ll be an hour at least, we should watch some television. Come on, Arthur.”
Arthur looked towards the Doctor before following the human Doctor out towards the lounge to watch television.
It was all a bit ridiculous, but so was the universe and so was wearing a watch when traveling through time. Still it’s what was done, and that was good enough, especially with pajama bottoms bought at a Physics Exhibit gift shop.
ooc: au prompt created by request for the adorable scienceandgod