[introduction]: allons-y!

[alwaysmovingon]

There is a distinctive noise coming from the front lawn, and a blue box is fading into view. The door opens and one man steps out, looking around with avid interest. He's tall, thin, and dressed in a pinstripe suit, long brown coat, and Converse sneakers. And appears to be entirely unconcerned by all of this

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[blindbomber]

And here's an Icarus in the common room. He's settling down with a large sandwich on a plate and a tall glass of juice to read a book. He's lying on his stomach, draped along the couch, as his fingers skim the raised dots on the page slowly.

Every few minutes, he reaches over to take a bite of his food.

He's a bit distracted really...

[alwaysmovingon]

Distracted? We wouldn't know anything about that. The Doctor wanders back in from outside, flops on a couch across the room from Icarus with a slightly disproportionately loud sigh, and a, "I never learn, I never-" before he looks up and notices Iggy.

And sits up extremely sharply. "Hello," he says, in that certain tone of voice of his that indicates 'ooh, something shiny.' "Weeping angels, I've seen, but blind angels, I think that's something new. Maybe. Is it? Give me a minute..."

[blindbomber]

Iggy's wings tighten against his back at the sound of a new voice and he bites back a sigh of his own.

"I'm not an angel," he says, sounding a bit tired of repeating himself. "But at least you picked up on the blind part." Means you're at least a bit more observant than some have been. He tilts his head towards the voice.

"Are you new here?"

[alwaysmovingon]

"Not an angel? Well of course not. Weeping angels aren't angels either, it's just a convenient name." He beams, a little, not that Iggy can see it. "I pick up on a lot of things others don't, I'm just clever that way. New here, you could say that. New everywhere, really. But that's getting a bit - metaphorical. Metaphysical? That's not right. --I'm the Doctor, and you are?"

[pinkduelist]

Have a cute pink haired girl in the kitchen looking for a decent cup to pur her juice in.

She's always in a friendly mood and is fairly used to weird stuff. (Ohtori will do that to you.)

[alwaysmovingon]

The Doctor wanders in, looking a wee bit put out and more than a wee bit concerned. He looks around the kitchen, and then poses the eternal question, "What did I come in here for again?"

And then looks at Utena and very nearly beams. "Thank you! I don't think that was it, but good enough, juice it is. I like juice. As long as it isn't pears. Is there even such a thing as pear juice? I don't know, don't want to find out. Oh, and hello."

[pinkduelist]

Utena puts a look of puzzlement upon her face and pours herself some apple juice. "Hello there. Have I seen you before, sir?"

[alwaysmovingon]

"No, never. Just got here." He raids the fridge and pulls out some cranberry juice and examines the botttle. "Do I like cranberry juice? I don't know, can't remember." He takes off the top, has a gulp from the bottle, and promptly spits it into the sink. "No, no cranberry juice. Orange juice, that's safe. --I'm the Doctor, by the way."

[nuns4money]

A tall, blond nun with a unique sunglasses and a gun on her is roaming the hallways. The Doctor might bump into her. She's (usually) impossible to shock in anyway and is rather civil, except for a (very) foul mouth.

But who knows, Eda needs some excitement in her life.

[alwaysmovingon]

Unique sunglasses? Oooh.

Gun, though. The Doctor does not approve of guns. Ever. At all. Excitement? A little more so.

He is currently standing in the middle of a hallway, pointing a small cylindrical advice at a door. It makes a small noise and there's a blue light at the end, and there are sparks coming from the doorknob.

"Interesting," he says, "Look at that, isn't that interesting?"

[nuns4money]

Pure whathefuckery, that is what that is to Eda. But she doesn't let that show.

"Are you supposed to be some magician, because thats not interesting or impressive a all."

[alwaysmovingon]

"Magician? Oh, no. It just means that there's some kind of field around the doorknob, and that's clever, that's very clever. Because look-" He turns off the screwdriver, and promptly there is nothing at all happening. "Completely invisible. And then someone tries to touch it," he reaches out, "And -yaah! nasty shock. Very clever, really. No idea how they did it..."

[daddyissuesjnr]

The Doctor might bump into Melou later, if he ventures out near the woods. Melou is currently leaning against a tree, scuffing at the ground with his foot, trying to dislodge a rock that's half buried in the earth. He's bored. Very bored. There's not a lot to do around here.

[alwaysmovingon]

Exploring! Meeting new people! There are always things to do!

Or so this one says. Although currently he is rather occupied with poking around and trying to figure out what's screwing with his watch. And, he discovered just moments ago, the TARDIS.

And he finds Melou. And waves, of course. "Hello! Seems like everyone's in the woods today. Or are they usually? I kind of expected the house to be more populated, but that's all right..."

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou is very absorbed in his stone-kicking, and is looking down at his feet, so he doesn't notice The Doctor until he speaks. Then Melou looks up, and just stares at him, confused. He's gotten used to strangers coming up and talking to him here, but this stranger is talking a lot, and Melou has no idea what he's on about.

[alwaysmovingon]

Stone kicking is a very important activity, mind you.

Have another wave, Melou. "Hullo. Thinking about something, were you? Seemed a bit busy, sorry to interrupt. Just poking around..."

[as I told Meg with River, I am weak.]

[sweariwontdie]

When evening has come, if the Doctor is still on his feet and wandering about, he can find another man dressed from the 18th century, though his hair is in a slightly incongruous braid down his back the moment. He's walking back and forth on the porch, holding Etienne who seems fussy. Armand is humming a little tune to him, and patting his back.

[alwaysmovingon]

Most likely he is; he doesn't ever seem to really rest. Although by now he's in a somewhat less exuberant mood, worried about Donna. Very worried about Donna. He wanders out onto the porch, though, eating a banana (just because), and leans on the railing.

However, he does sneak a look sideways at Armand and Etienne, and his grin comes back. "Well," comparatively simply, "Hullo."

[sweariwontdie]

Armand stops short at the greeting, his grip tightening slightly on the child. He lifts Etienne a little higher and rests his head against his shoulder. His study is slightly suspicious, but he can't see any reason to be hostile, so he eventually returns a cautious, "Good evening."

[alwaysmovingon]

The Doctor's grin is certainly pleasant and engaging enough. Not altogether manic, anyway. "Hope I'm not interrupting you," he says, and adds, preemptively, "I'm the Doctor, nice to meet you. Just got here today."