Unpopping a Doctor.. wait, two of them? ((unpopping, open rp))
((Cleared with the resident Who muns))
“Rose, before I go I just want to tell you.. you were fantastic, absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I.” And then there was Rose smiling and light and pain and being born and dying all in one agonizing, exhilarating moment as every cell in his body was destroyed and remade and it was all compressed into one single sensation. He was changing.. and he forgot just how much it hurt.
“So.. Barcelona..” he trailed off, shaking errant bits of time out of his mind. Regeneration always left him a little disoriented and.. and why was he laying flat on a stone floor? And covered in grease?
Well, one thing at a time. Best to get acquainted with the new face and then sort out why he was a mess and where Rose and the TARDIS had wandered off to. Getting into no end of trouble, no doubt. The Doctor reached up, hoping the ears were a little better this time. He peered into the nearest glass case, catching a vague reflection of himself. Where he was exactly the same.
"Hm. No, that can't be right.” he muttered, shaking the grease off his jacket. Thankfully his sonic screwdriver was unharmed, tucked safely in an inside pocket. He used it to unlock the door on the Popcorn Room.. and what a strange name that was for a room.. and headed out into the corridor.
“Rose, before I go I just want to tell you.. you were fantastic, absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I.” And then there was Rose smiling and light and pain and being born and dying all in one agonizing, exhilarating moment as every cell in his body was destroyed and remade and it was all compressed into one single sensation. He was changing.. and he forgot just how much it hurt.
“So.. Barcelona..” he trailed off, shaking errant bits of time out of his mind. Regeneration always left him a little disoriented and.. and why was he laying flat on a stone floor? And covered in grease?
Well, one thing at a time. Best to get acquainted with the new face and then sort out why he was a mess and where Rose and the TARDIS had wandered off to. Getting into no end of trouble, no doubt. The Doctor reached up, hoping the ears were a little better this time. He peered into the nearest glass case, catching a vague reflection of himself. Where he was exactly the same.
"Hm. No, that can't be right.” he muttered, shaking the grease off his jacket. Thankfully his sonic screwdriver was unharmed, tucked safely in an inside pocket. He used it to unlock the door on the Popcorn Room.. and what a strange name that was for a room.. and headed out into the corridor.