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Who: The Eighth Doctor (misremembers) and YOU (aka entirely open)
What: Browsing and perusing and possibly being a nuisance.
When: 22/07
Where: Recreation area.
Warnings: Noooone.
The Doctor wasn't particularly happy with circumstances, it had to be said. Trapped on a spaceship - a spaceship that wasn't his, at that - and only able to visit the planets that it so chose (no, the Doctor didn't always choose where he was going, but he and the TARDIS had a particularly nice relationship, it had to be said). Of course, he did have the TARDIS with him (a kind move on the part of his captors, one might say), but the TARDIS was incapable of going anywhere, for apparently no reason whatsoever. That, therefore, was the second bone of contention the Doctor found himself with. The third (which could, he supposed, be divided into parts if he was willing to truly think about it, but he wasn't, so it was going to stay as an over-generalising whole) was far more trivial and not one he planned on vocalising at any point.
The ship was large, he'd give it that - for a ship that wasn't dimensionally transcendent, of course. The S.S Thor didn't have a patch on the TARDIS, even if it did have shops and restaurants (the TARDIS didn't need shops and restaurants, particularly as she wasn't in the habit of kidnapping anybody). Aesthetically, he supposed it was nice enough in that bland kind of way he imagined most people viewed their aunt's houses.
No, he thought it could have been quite pleasant if he hadn't been forcibly stuck here. The only - and it was a loose kind of 'only', the sort that implied that you were really stretching and reaching for anything that couldn't be categorised by a 'just' - plus side was that it was a ship and they were therefore moving.
He wasn't overly comfortable with the idea of having a room, let alone roommates (which was primarily the reason as to why he was yet to spend any amount of time there beyond giving it as a port of call rather than the TARDIS) and he was only vaguely glad that Lucie wasn't here. Thus, when he found himself in the recreation area, he couldn't describe himself as overly displeased.
Recreation meant distractions and distractions, he thought, were overwhelmingly Good Things.
What: Browsing and perusing and possibly being a nuisance.
When: 22/07
Where: Recreation area.
Warnings: Noooone.
The Doctor wasn't particularly happy with circumstances, it had to be said. Trapped on a spaceship - a spaceship that wasn't his, at that - and only able to visit the planets that it so chose (no, the Doctor didn't always choose where he was going, but he and the TARDIS had a particularly nice relationship, it had to be said). Of course, he did have the TARDIS with him (a kind move on the part of his captors, one might say), but the TARDIS was incapable of going anywhere, for apparently no reason whatsoever. That, therefore, was the second bone of contention the Doctor found himself with. The third (which could, he supposed, be divided into parts if he was willing to truly think about it, but he wasn't, so it was going to stay as an over-generalising whole) was far more trivial and not one he planned on vocalising at any point.
The ship was large, he'd give it that - for a ship that wasn't dimensionally transcendent, of course. The S.S Thor didn't have a patch on the TARDIS, even if it did have shops and restaurants (the TARDIS didn't need shops and restaurants, particularly as she wasn't in the habit of kidnapping anybody). Aesthetically, he supposed it was nice enough in that bland kind of way he imagined most people viewed their aunt's houses.
No, he thought it could have been quite pleasant if he hadn't been forcibly stuck here. The only - and it was a loose kind of 'only', the sort that implied that you were really stretching and reaching for anything that couldn't be categorised by a 'just' - plus side was that it was a ship and they were therefore moving.
He wasn't overly comfortable with the idea of having a room, let alone roommates (which was primarily the reason as to why he was yet to spend any amount of time there beyond giving it as a port of call rather than the TARDIS) and he was only vaguely glad that Lucie wasn't here. Thus, when he found himself in the recreation area, he couldn't describe himself as overly displeased.
Recreation meant distractions and distractions, he thought, were overwhelmingly Good Things.