[open] and an awful lot of running to do

[alwaysmovingon]

The Doctor is actually okay. For the most part. More or less recovered from his run in with Aramat - if still prone to be a little jumpy and sleeping very decidedly in the TARDIS door locked no matter what - and just a bit perplexed by his recent brief stint as a woman (that was interesting, to be sure, somewhat unexplainable) he is in usual form

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[silvereyedphage]

Muraki has been looking for the Doctor since that dreadful night in the basement, when he found out what his sister had been up to -- and when he nearly died from a hellish attack with her as the channel for that attack. Add to this, the phage is in season and it's making him irritable and nervy.

His friend and, perhaps, protector might find him in the library, running research on demonic possession and oppression.

[alwaysmovingon]

Library it is, then, and the Doctor will wander in sooner or later, sonic screwdriver tucked away once more, humming "Camptown Races" under his breath for no particular reason, with a set frown on his face. He knows nothing about your connection to Aramat, Muraki. He would be interested to know.

Twitchy, though. Very twitchy. However, for the moment... "Ah!" He says, with some amount of pleasure. "The good doctor, been some time since I've seen you about, hm?"

[silvereyedphage]

Muraki looks up from the black letter-printed book he's reading and manages a smile of pleasure. "The good doctor... I was going to address you with that very epithet, my friend," he says, with a chuckle. "How have you been?"

[alwaysmovingon]

The Doctor, of course, smiles back. "Been well, always, always all right, me, doing just fine," he says, rapidly, perhaps just a bit too much. Still twitchy, but - he's getting better than he was. "You? Look all right, quite recovered from our little mishap, yes? That's good. Been meaning to check in, easy to get distracted here, though..."

[aperion_oneiros]

Cobb has been mostly keeping to himself, trying to make sense of this dream. Per his agreement with Alphonse Elric, he's been holding off on any attempts to repair the PASIV device till after the performance of Cyrano's play, but he's been keeping busy. He found a surveyor's long tape measure among other gear in the attic, and he's been mapping the Mansion and its grounds.

The architecture isn't like anything he's seen before, not the style, but the...weirdness. There are hallways that are longer than the exterior of the building would suggest.

The Doctor might find him walking a hallway, tape measure in hand, eying it intently.

[alwaysmovingon]

Walking a hallway the other direction, then, when he spies the tape measure and stops. "Well, that's something I hadn't thought of," he says, "Distance, the inside of this place does seem - I suppose it's a dimensional matter, something like - well, not unfamiliar, but that is puzzling, isn't it? Well, how - oh, sorry. I haven't introduced myself, have I?"

Have one of those perfectly Ten grins, Cobb. Yes, we are aware he makes no sense and talks too much. It's part of his...charm?

[aperion_oneiros]

"Place is bigger on the inside than the outside," Cobb replies, hitting the catch on the tape measure. "Measured about a hundred feet for the north face of the house. Tape goes for about a thousand feet: haven't run out of hallway yet, but I ran out of tape.

"I'm Dominic Cobb, and you...?"

The amount of chatter is irritating, but no worse than listening to Arthur and Eames jabbing and one-upping each other.

[alwaysmovingon]

"The Doctor," says the Doctor, with a little tiny bow. "Dominic Cobb, eh? You have experience with things bigger on the inside? Not the kind of thing that people tend to run into, not many people mess with dimensional things like that, folding one inside the other - quite complicated, apt to get a bit messy. There's the TARDISes, of course, but only one of those now, and she's out on the lawn, and I've never met you..."

We're pretty sure this one talks even more than both of them. It's endearing? Maybe?

[surfaceshine]

It's the noise that gets Dean's attention. He's been exploring the mansion piece by piece, now, trying to be as studious as possible in noting what changes and what stays the same. It's maddening, but doing nothing is even more maddening, and he's pretty sure he might still be losing his mind.

All that aside, that horrid noise and the pacing in the hall that joins the one he's currently trying doorknobs in has got. to. stop. Frowning, he reaches to roll the sleeves of his flannel back down where they go, and moves towards the commotion.

"Hey!" Mouth first.

[alwaysmovingon]

The Doctor sympathizes with you on the 'maddening' front. Though in point of fact it's the time or lack thereof driving him a little batty. However, not that you could really tell the difference all that well.

Halfway through a pace, the Doctor turns around to blink at Dean, the sonic screwdriver vanishing into a pocket. "What?" He says, perfectly innocently. ...all right, perhaps a bit irritably. Things are not going well and problems are not being solved, that always puts him a bit out of sorts.

[surfaceshine]

Fortunately, Dean looks a lot less pissy than he sounds. He's still wound pretty tight from all that's happened, all that's going on, but he learned a very long time ago how to hide that, how to appear calm and even laid back when everyone else is flying apart. So he frowns at the man he sees when he walks around the corner, then looks around the area suspiciously.

"Was there a dryer with a cat in it around here a second ago, or was that just me?" Dean sweeps a finger around the area in general to illustrate his speech; he doesn't suspect the - it looked like a pen - thing that the Doctor put away just before he got a look at it as the source of the sound he'd heard anyway.

[alwaysmovingon]

"No dryers, no cats," says the Doctor, though he does a look around himself, as though double-checking. And looking Dean over surreptitiously in the meantime. He's quite a bit more subtle about it than most anyone. Still there, though. "Something was making a nasty racket. Personally I suspect the atmosphere, but that seems to be a bit more complicated than it pretends."

He frowns up at the ceiling momentarily, then takes a step forward with one of his grins and offers a hand. "I'm the Doctor. You are?"

[invsbl_eyebrows]

We think you should meet Tom. He's in the library, for once, looking through the history section. Which is taking a while, because it's the biggest history section he's ever seen. He's looking, specifically, for information about clothing in ancient Rome, because he's going to be making costumes for Cyrano's play, and they need to be ~authentic~.

Feel free to disturb him, though.

[alwaysmovingon]

Meeting Tom it is, then! And well. The Doctor spends a nearly absurd amount of time in the library, and this time he has wandered into the history section (we don't know why, he's lived big chunks of it) and notices Tom. "Ah," he says, with some delight. "Looking for something? Perhaps I can help."

[invsbl_eyebrows]

"Huh?" Tom says, because he was reading the spine of a book and not paying attention. "Oh, yeah, I am. Are you a librarian or something? I didn't think there were any librarians here."

[alwaysmovingon]

"Not in the least," says the Doctor pleasantly. "Just good at finding things. Spent quite a bit of time in here, one gets to know where quite a few things are. I suppose I could be a librarian, never tried it. Might be fun, though, I guess."

[asshatoforkney]

We think the Doctor should meet Agravain as well. Because Agravain will think the Doctor is very funny.

He can currently be found in a common room somewhere, lazing about on a couch. Living at the Mansion is making him gradually more and more lazy.

He won't mind being disturbed at all. He'd probably like it, actually. He's bored and wouldn't mind somebody to talk to.

[alwaysmovingon]

We wonder how this will go. It could be very interesting.

The Doctor, however, is probably on his way back out to the TARDIS after another unfruitful day, muttering to himself in Portuguese, for some reason, about how frustrating this all is and how it really ought to fit together and is this the Time Lords? Shouldn't be, but the time manipulation and everything - the interference, though - and so on and so forth.

However, new people always catch his attention, and he pauses to glance at Agravain. "Well, hullo," he says, "You look terribly busy."

[asshatoforkney]

"Well, you know," Agravain says, lazily waving one hand in the air. "There are a lot of very important things for me to do around here."

[alwaysmovingon]

"So I see," the Doctor says, "Care to tell me? I'm awfully curious about what everyone's up to. That's me, always curious. Also might be nice to have a bit of a task other than trying to work this place out, since it's so stubborn."