Unpopping a Doctor.. wait, two of them? ((unpopping, open rp))

[fantastic_nine]

((Cleared with the resident Who muns))

“Rose, before I go I just want to tell you.. you were fantastic, absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I.” And then there was Rose smiling and light and pain and being born and dying all in one agonizing, exhilarating moment as every cell in his body was destroyed and remade and it was all

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[vislor_turlough]

"Oh great," a voice said, "another unpopped person, I suppose you're wondering where you ar..." Turlough cut himself off as he got a look at the plaque, namely, which name was fading as he spoke.

The Ninth Doctor.

"Can't be..."

[fantastic_nine]

"Of course it can," he replied automatically. "And I know exactly where I am. The more appropriate question is how did I get here, where is the TARDIS, where's Rose.." he peered at him. "And how did you wind up here, of all places?"

His appearance may not have changed after regenerating, which he still hadn't figured out, but he could still talk. A lot. That was something of a relief.

[vislor_turlough]

"The short story is: I don't know. The long is: I don't know, but it has something to do with the magic of this school and the insanity of the Sorting Hat."

Turlough sighed and leaned against the wall. "Suddenly things just got more complicated. I'll tell it to you straight. There's another you here. The eleventh one, he said." Turlough looked at the Doctor. "Also, I was still traveling with you when I was brought here. Kindly do not tell me how I leave."

[fantastic_nine]

“Things are always complicated. That’s what makes them interesting. Of course that doesn’t explain this,” he said, wiping the butter from his leather jacket.

The Doctor blinked. So he had regenerated, and twice at that. But he was still there with the same big nose and goofy ears. “I wonder how I managed that?” He waved his hand at Turlough before he could even muster a reply. “No matter. I suppose I’ll have to ask myself, won’t I?” He had never talked to himself before, at least not in the face-to-face manner and supposed it might be an interesting experience.

He smirked, “What, you think I left you tied up at someone’s mercy after all the times I came for you? But mum’s the word, I won’t say a thing,” he promised.

[miranda_bnewski]

Oh great. A man, lying on the floor, covered in grease. Certainly, Hogwarts was filled with people who might get a kick out of covering themselves with grease and lying on floors, but somehow she doubted that was the case.

"You ok?" Miranda kept her distance from the strange guy. Who knew- he might be drunk or violent. "Need me to call the Hospital Wing?"

[fantastic_nine]

((DIES at the thought of a drunk Doctor. Hm. Maybe Nine and Eleven should go get drunk..))

The Doctor looked up from where he was fiddling with the door. “Why would I need a hospital? I’m fine.. considering I absorbed a time vortex.” He looked back at Miranda, “The process is a bit dodgy and just got dodgier. I shouldn’t even be here, well, not like this anyway."

Before she could answer, he took off his jacket and handed it to her, still dripping with butter. He pulled out a small metallic device with a blue light on the end and began fiddling with it, checking it for any signs of grease contamination. “Of all things, why butter? Honestly, you humans and your preoccupation with food..”

[miranda_bnewski]

"Ahhh..." She raised one eyebrow at this "time vortex" stuff, but really, was that any stranger than anything else?

She picked up the jacket gingerly, between two fingers. "Nobody here expected to be here, so far as I can tell. And this butter thing wasn't my idea."
She was a little offended. And oh, wait, he'd just labled himself non-human, hadn't he? "There are some other non-human students around here. So, you're a..." She left it open. Angel? Demon? Alien?

[fantastic_nine]

“But that’s the fun part about expectations. The second you have them, the universe decides to throw you a curve. It keeps things interesting,” he took his jacket back with a bright smile. “Although the butter is a bit.. weird.”

"I’m the Doctor, by the way,” he answered, somewhat dodging her question. There were lots of races in the universe, sometimes it was better for people to get the wrong idea. “What’s your name?”

[ducklesspond]

The castle was big, but not infinite. Amy was certain she'd have no trouble finding her way around and would soon know the place like the back of her hand.

She was quite dreadfully lost when she slipped on a stone that was unexpectedly greasy, landing on her butt with a dull thump, and wincing as she bit her tongue.

[fantastic_nine]

The Doctor turned away from fiddling with a door, sonic screwdriver in hand. "What're you doing on the floor?" he asked.

Before she could muster a reply he was at her side, helping her up. "Mind the mess. No, I've no idea where it came from. Last thing I knew I was regenerating and then I woke up here, covered in butter of all things."

[ducklesspond]

Halfway up, she spotted the sonic screwdriver and lost her grip on the man's arm, almost falling again in the process. She'd seen that, the Doctor had had it when he'd first, no, secondly arrived at her house. But it was broken...

"Where did you get that?"

[fantastic_nine]

"Mind your feet first," he admonished. "These floors are rather hard."

"Hm?" He followed her eyes down to his sonic screwdriver, "From my pocket. Luckily it wasn't damaged by the mess. Good thing too, I'd be lost without it," he said with a smile.

[eleventyrags]

He'd been speaking to the portrait of a woman that had been so old when she'd been painted that her face was as wrinkled as the oldest shirt on the bottom of a college boy's closet. As fascinating as the old woman was, though, he was far more intrigued by the very familiar, amazingly stylish black trenchcoat approaching from down the hall.

He looked at himself and grinned. He always did get the best noses. "Lovely night," he greeted, though what time and where he was indicating was very much up for debate.

[fantastic_nine]

He returned the grin with one of his own. The bowtie was an interesting fashion choice, but he had made far more dubious ones in the past. "Fantastic, isn't it? Turlough told me you.. I was here."

[eleventyrags]

"We've been here before, too." He mimed putting on a scarf. "A couple of times. Did you see the plaque?" And had he really had such a silly haircut?"

[fantastic_nine]

He gave a snort at the mimic, "I did, and Turlough also filled me in. There has to be something about this place keeps calling us back, outside of Time. Not that I'm complaining," he added.

Because that meant he wasn't completely alone.