{002} - [Text/Action] - Lovestoned
[The Doctor decides to jot down his notes rather than verbally record them, as he has been Affected. After tasting that…’wine’ going around, he’s been feeling rather airy, loopy, despite the fact he’s unaware of just how much he’s been affected by it. While he’d normally be in a state of panic after having been stuck in one spot for nearly half a month with little wiggle-room, instead he’s found himself in quite a jovial state. Everything is good, and wonderful, and fantastic, and downright hilarious. Yes, while most people are ‘love-drunk’ he’s a bit more ‘love-high’, so to speak. Between his spouting off technological discoveries he’s made, and the fact he can no longer seem to keep a straight face for longer than a minute, he’s come to the decision that perhaps audio recordings would not be a good idea - if he wants to be taken seriously, that is. ]
This is for the best, I suppose.
Based on what I’ve observed, it appears as if there’s a Transference Sublimation Field of some kind - bio-medical, obviously, as it seems to only affect the people and not the environment. I’d reckon it focuses on the neurological system and seems to be further activated by this one particular liquid - this ‘wine’ if you’d call it that, though I’d have to test it to make sure that’s what it actually is.
It appears to invoke, sudden, powerful levels of infatuation. I’ve a suspicion that this is one of those “experiments” I’d heard of. I’m not a hundred percent sure on this, but it looks as if they’re testing mating potential between individuals. A “love potion”- if you are the sort to think it magic (which I do not), and to put it in simplest terms.
Aside from the current increase in pheromones and happy couples all around, in general I’ve gathered this substance has effects similar to that of alcohol, at least with humans or what could resemble humans. If anyone’s felt differently after drinking, and wouldn’t mind my observing, that’d be fantastic.
Everything else seems to be in order, aside from the fact they’d decided I’m not allowed the TARDIS nor to be able to carry my sonic screwdriver. At least I’m not alone, I’ve got my brilliant daughter here and former traveling companion. Not to mention, I’ve met many great minds already. We’ll persevere, that I am most sure of.
[The journal has been set aside and he’s trying to contain his urge to laugh at everything he’d just been thinking of. While it doesn’t feel out of the ordinary to be this zealous and jocular, there’s a tiny voice in the back of his head picking up on the fact that something’s not right about all this. Not to mention he’s terribly excited to bump into a certain someone he’s only just met, but is so sure he’d known before. As they are absolutely brilliant and hilarious and further ebb away the biting sensation of feeling vulnerable, and trapped…]
{ooc: Obviously, he’s been affected. Also already taken. :D}
This is for the best, I suppose.
Based on what I’ve observed, it appears as if there’s a Transference Sublimation Field of some kind - bio-medical, obviously, as it seems to only affect the people and not the environment. I’d reckon it focuses on the neurological system and seems to be further activated by this one particular liquid - this ‘wine’ if you’d call it that, though I’d have to test it to make sure that’s what it actually is.
It appears to invoke, sudden, powerful levels of infatuation. I’ve a suspicion that this is one of those “experiments” I’d heard of. I’m not a hundred percent sure on this, but it looks as if they’re testing mating potential between individuals. A “love potion”- if you are the sort to think it magic (which I do not), and to put it in simplest terms.
Aside from the current increase in pheromones and happy couples all around, in general I’ve gathered this substance has effects similar to that of alcohol, at least with humans or what could resemble humans. If anyone’s felt differently after drinking, and wouldn’t mind my observing, that’d be fantastic.
Everything else seems to be in order, aside from the fact they’d decided I’m not allowed the TARDIS nor to be able to carry my sonic screwdriver. At least I’m not alone, I’ve got my brilliant daughter here and former traveling companion. Not to mention, I’ve met many great minds already. We’ll persevere, that I am most sure of.
[The journal has been set aside and he’s trying to contain his urge to laugh at everything he’d just been thinking of. While it doesn’t feel out of the ordinary to be this zealous and jocular, there’s a tiny voice in the back of his head picking up on the fact that something’s not right about all this. Not to mention he’s terribly excited to bump into a certain someone he’s only just met, but is so sure he’d known before. As they are absolutely brilliant and hilarious and further ebb away the biting sensation of feeling vulnerable, and trapped…]
{ooc: Obviously, he’s been affected. Also already taken. :D}