039 years late
[After spending a lovely morning tinkering in his lab, Eleven decides to get some fresh air. One cannot stay in the TARDIS forever, after all. Whistling a cheery tune he pulls open the door and steps out. He turns to go... and comes face to face with an angel]
GAH! [He flails, falling backwards as he tries to keep his eyes on the thing. But... the lights aren’t flickering... the thing hadn’t grabbed him when he wasn’t looking. What in the... he pulls out his screwdriver and does a quick scan] Stone... You’re just stone. But how is that-
[He finally looks around him and finds that he’s not in the jungle that had become so familiar. It almost looks like a museum. A museum filled with...]
Lakare?
[He looks around, taking it all in. The brightly colored toy Dalek on a shelf ... Amy’s Kissogram costume ... Rory the Roman’s armor … a painting ... all displayed so nicely. He began to walk further from the TARDIS and saw a pair of Converse trainers laying haphazard on the floor as if someone had kicked them off. He continues walking, keeping an eye out for his younger self as he goes.
The detritus gets stranger, the farther into the museum he gets - especially the single, small section of wall left completely blank, save for the pair of 3D glasses sitting on a little shelf all their own, and the old pocketwatch … there’s also a banana somewhere among the mess, and a porcelain horse … a large, comically wing-backed red chair … a telescope looking off in the distance … to any other random observer, it would seem like a chaotic jumble of junk...
He moves closer, running his fingertips over the engravings on the pocketwatch before picking up the 3D glasses. His eyes grow sad as he looks up at the wall, pressing his palm against it. Of all the things the castle could do... this didn’t seem fair. He sighs, putting the glasses back in their place before continuing on his way.
His gaze roams over the items scattered about, recognizing each and every one. A stethoscope lay buried under a mound of New Years Eve poppers … a pair of brown loafers, though they’d never fit, now … A little toy motorbike … opera glasses … He picks up an umbrella with a big red question mark handle, twirling it as he walks past a kite with an eye on it and a boom box with a baseball bat resting against it.]
Quite an assortment, isn’t it...? [Five’s voice drifts around the corner moments before he strolls into view, another umbrella in his hand. there’s a similar handle, but the panes are multicolored, and he’s using it almost like a walking stick as he makes his way out from the ephemera.] Didn’t realize just how much of a hoarder I really was …. though I must say, I’ve lost all hope for my taste in fashion … and my companions’ for that matter. There’s the most horrible polka-dot dress hanging on the wall, back there...
Ah. That would be Mel’s. [Eleven chuckles, swinging the umbrella up to rest on his shoulder] I have gone through some regenerations with questionable fashion choices, haven’t I? It seemed like such a good idea at the time, at least. [He shrugs, peering around] It’s certainly different seeing everything spread out like this.
So … all of this … well. I’d gathered as much, really. It’s only ever happened the once, before - but then, that was only one regeneration’s worth, and for one day … [Five can’t help but look a little apprehensive at being surrounded by memories he doesn’t recognize, things he doesn’t know - pieces of his own future] … We can’t be the only ones. … I wonder what, exactly, this is …. and what it’s doing to everyone else …?
[Eleven nods. He can’t help but wonder how far back the memories go. It’s altogether exciting and saddening, all those centuries … He pulls his journal out of his pocket, finding it already propped open.] Only one way to find out, hmm?
[He clears his throat] It seems the castle has decided to do a little... redecorating. Has everyone been affected? Or are we the only ones being treated to a little trip down memory lane?
((ooc: Eleven and Five. Backdated to the beginning of the headspace plot. Open over the journals or if anyone would like to take a peek in the Doctors’ mind! Good luck finding them in all that mess! The basic idea is that it’s like a museum/library. Closest to the door are items relating to One and his companions, the deeper into the room you go the higher the regeneration, ending with Eleven all the way at the back.))
GAH! [He flails, falling backwards as he tries to keep his eyes on the thing. But... the lights aren’t flickering... the thing hadn’t grabbed him when he wasn’t looking. What in the... he pulls out his screwdriver and does a quick scan] Stone... You’re just stone. But how is that-
[He finally looks around him and finds that he’s not in the jungle that had become so familiar. It almost looks like a museum. A museum filled with...]
Lakare?
[He looks around, taking it all in. The brightly colored toy Dalek on a shelf ... Amy’s Kissogram costume ... Rory the Roman’s armor … a painting ... all displayed so nicely. He began to walk further from the TARDIS and saw a pair of Converse trainers laying haphazard on the floor as if someone had kicked them off. He continues walking, keeping an eye out for his younger self as he goes.
The detritus gets stranger, the farther into the museum he gets - especially the single, small section of wall left completely blank, save for the pair of 3D glasses sitting on a little shelf all their own, and the old pocketwatch … there’s also a banana somewhere among the mess, and a porcelain horse … a large, comically wing-backed red chair … a telescope looking off in the distance … to any other random observer, it would seem like a chaotic jumble of junk...
He moves closer, running his fingertips over the engravings on the pocketwatch before picking up the 3D glasses. His eyes grow sad as he looks up at the wall, pressing his palm against it. Of all the things the castle could do... this didn’t seem fair. He sighs, putting the glasses back in their place before continuing on his way.
His gaze roams over the items scattered about, recognizing each and every one. A stethoscope lay buried under a mound of New Years Eve poppers … a pair of brown loafers, though they’d never fit, now … A little toy motorbike … opera glasses … He picks up an umbrella with a big red question mark handle, twirling it as he walks past a kite with an eye on it and a boom box with a baseball bat resting against it.]
Quite an assortment, isn’t it...? [Five’s voice drifts around the corner moments before he strolls into view, another umbrella in his hand. there’s a similar handle, but the panes are multicolored, and he’s using it almost like a walking stick as he makes his way out from the ephemera.] Didn’t realize just how much of a hoarder I really was …. though I must say, I’ve lost all hope for my taste in fashion … and my companions’ for that matter. There’s the most horrible polka-dot dress hanging on the wall, back there...
Ah. That would be Mel’s. [Eleven chuckles, swinging the umbrella up to rest on his shoulder] I have gone through some regenerations with questionable fashion choices, haven’t I? It seemed like such a good idea at the time, at least. [He shrugs, peering around] It’s certainly different seeing everything spread out like this.
So … all of this … well. I’d gathered as much, really. It’s only ever happened the once, before - but then, that was only one regeneration’s worth, and for one day … [Five can’t help but look a little apprehensive at being surrounded by memories he doesn’t recognize, things he doesn’t know - pieces of his own future] … We can’t be the only ones. … I wonder what, exactly, this is …. and what it’s doing to everyone else …?
[Eleven nods. He can’t help but wonder how far back the memories go. It’s altogether exciting and saddening, all those centuries … He pulls his journal out of his pocket, finding it already propped open.] Only one way to find out, hmm?
[He clears his throat] It seems the castle has decided to do a little... redecorating. Has everyone been affected? Or are we the only ones being treated to a little trip down memory lane?
((ooc: Eleven and Five. Backdated to the beginning of the headspace plot. Open over the journals or if anyone would like to take a peek in the Doctors’ mind! Good luck finding them in all that mess! The basic idea is that it’s like a museum/library. Closest to the door are items relating to One and his companions, the deeper into the room you go the higher the regeneration, ending with Eleven all the way at the back.))