Application: Third Doctor (Doctor Who)

[science_advice]

A blue box gradually appeared, harked by its eerie, otherworldly klaxon… albeit one that wasn’t working as smoothly as it should have, by the sound of it. It flickered as if reluctant to solidify into existence, and the settled on visibility with a violent blink. Even it’s sound shut off rapidly, and there was an ominous bang from the inside. A

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[theregothedrums]

Had they really been so young, once upon a time? Would this so much younger version of the Doctor recognize him? Or would he simply think it was just another Time Lord, as if their race wasn't essentially extinct.

"Are you always so snide when making a first impression?"

[science_advice]

The Doctor whirled around, his cape billowing dramatically with the movement, and surveyd the new person intently. He looked him up and down, and then sniffed.

"First, really? You can't think I'd be fooled by one of your ridiculous disguises, Master." The Doctor said archly.

Really, the man had some nerve. The High Council might have tampered with his memories and even senses, but did the Master really think he wouldn't know it was him? As if the whole setup wasn't exactly his style anyway.

"Nice trap you have here," he added sarcastically. "Very whimsical, though I can't say it seems particularly solid, reality wise."

[theregothedrums]

Well, wasn't that heartswarming? The Doctor knowing him on sight. Almost romantic.

And he was perfectly happy to let the Doctor think he was responsible for Hogwarts for the time being.

"It is a whimsical sort of place. Reminds me of you sometimes." He grinned, spun, and spread his arms. "What, don't you like the new me?"

[science_advice]

The Doctor frowned, wondering if he should be insulted over having been called whimsical. Well, perhaps he'd had some whimsical moments, at least in previous regenerations, but it was hardly fair to... wait, new? Now he mentioned it, there was something a bit off about the Master. So, apparently he had had at least one left then...

The Doctor gave him another, more weighing look.

"A bit young, isn't it?" he remarked critically.

[thefuturemrpond]

Rory had heard the TARDIS and come running. There was nothing else in the universe that made a sound like that (and it sounded wrong, like it was struggling... hopefully not about to explode again. Please not that.)

He stood in the doorway of the Sorting Room, blinking in surprise. "Doctor? That - that's you, isn't it?" Stupid question, he knew as he was asking it. Who else would it be? And memories were stirring in the back of his mind. Old ones that weren't even his.

[science_advice]

Another unfamiliar face, and this time not belonging to anyone the Doctor could recognize right away. Maybe it was someone who'd met him later on in his timeline. That was always a bit awkward.

Still, he straightened his back and adopted a regal pose. "Indeed, I should hope I couldn't be confused with someone else. I'm afraid I cannot return the favour though, Mr...?" he ended the proud declaration on a questioning note.

[thefuturemrpond]

"Williams. Rory Williams." He answered automatically, before he'd realised the potential problem. "...oh, god, you haven't met me yet. Is that - should I not be here? This isn't going to make the universe blow up again, is it?"

[science_advice]

The "again" was slightly alarming, but the Doctor didn't want the young man to become more agitated. "I doubt the universe will be too shaken just because of that," he said drily, while absently giving the young man's shoulder a reassuring sort of clap. For some reason he was suddenly reminded of Jo, who hopefully wouldn't be too worried by his sudden disappearance... but surely not, Jo was a resilient sort of girl.

"Though you might want to try to avoid too many details from my future timeline, just in case," he added.

[dc_starscream]

While rainy weather wasn't unusual for Scotland in July, the last several days had been especially soggy and wretched, in one Cybertronian's opinion. Water posed no real threat to him, despite his being a sentient robotic lifeform -- he was well-suited for the rigours of space travel and planetary exploration, which often involved things more severe than a little H2O precipitation

[science_advice]

At first the Doctor thought it was a particularly rhytmic earthquake, but pretty quickly he got wiser for the actual reason for the loud thumps. He observed the giant robot warily, not being prone to judging anyone based on their shape, and yet... he hadn't always been on good terms with the more machanical life forms of the universe.

Assuming this WAS an individual life form and not someone piloting a robot in whatever way. He'd have to find that out, for scientific curiousity if nothing else... once he'd made introductions, of course. Bit rude of them to jump to the personal questions right away, actually.

"Hello, I am the Doctor," the Doctor said pointedly. "Charmed to meet you," he added. "And if you must know, my race has a cabability to change bodies a given number of times if the previous one is too old or injured. This--" he said while brushing a hand over the front of his jacket. "Is my third, and if I do say so myself, the best one yet."

[dc_starscream]

It certainly wasn't every day that a fleshling attempted to be... polite, to Starscream. It caught him a bit off guard. After a few uncertain moments he offered his own designation in turn: a series of electronic tones, chirps, and something between a growl and grinding that might evoke memories of old dial-up modems that no organic vocal cords could hope to accurately replicate

[science_advice]

Interesting, if not unsurprising, even their language comprised of mechanical sounds, with some recemblance to certain insectoid species he'd encountered. Furthermore, a complex language indicated an existence of intelligence and culture. And yet, he'd never seen or heard this particular kind before

[chipsandwich]

The sound of the TARDIS was familiar to Clyde as well, and he'd met the Doctor in more than one regeneration, so it seemed likely that this was him again. And he said he worked for UNIT, and he looked older, whereas the first two times he'd seemed almost to be aging in reverse. And Sarah Jane spoke of his affiliation with UNIT in the past tense, so...

"Oi, Doctor!" he said cheekily. "D'you need to know what year it is?"

[science_advice]

What was it with people and being overly familiar with this time and place. The Doctor didn't know anything about this place, he didn't know this man (who yet seemed to know him) and he hated the feeling of ignorance.

As such, his reply was rather grouchy in tone. "Well, that might or might not be helpful. And since you seem to know me so well, who might you be?"

[chipsandwich]

"Met you twice. My best friend's mum used to know you, only I'm not sure if you know her yet." The grouchiness was a lot more convincing from this face than either of the younger ones, but Clyde was guessing that he was actually much younger now than when he'd met him, that he aged in reverse. Which made it even easier to be cocky. "It's 2012 and you're in Scotland."

[science_advice]

The Doctor refused to be impressed. "Ah, I see." he said. "Not much further from where I was stu... where I left from," he corrected himself hastily. Still further than most of his revious attempts, though. "And what was the name of your best friend's mother?" he continued, curious despite himself. Just knowing the name couldn't hurt the timeline too badly, could it?

[i_am_an_hero]

A had been solitary and withdrawn (except for his constant feline honor guard) for the past few months, struggling to come to terms with being alone. Noticing a flutter of activity in the Sorting Room, he decided to Make An Effort. Fresh herbs were flourishing in his greenhouse, so he fixed a quick loaf of herb bread and brought it oven-warm with a crock of butter to the Sorting Room.

The applicant seemed cross but not actually hostile, and pleasantly clever. A held out the tray. "It, it doesn't have cheese, but this is, it, it's local. The herbs were grown on the school grounds and it was baked in the kitchen." He didn't add that he'd done the growing and baking.

[science_advice]

He was starting to get used to people just appearing to greet him. Presumably it had to do with this ridicilous sorting business, which the Doctor frankly didn't much care for. Who were these strangers to "judge" him, based on a silly questionnaire. Still, surely whatever the result was it wouldn't matter much to him.

"Ah, thank you, I was getting a bit peckish," he said, picking up a piece of bread and breathing in the scent before slathering butter on it and biting into the warm bread. "Excellent," he said after he'd chewed the first bite. Also not poisoned. "Much better than the servings from the UNIT cafeteria, in fact."

[i_am_an_hero]

"Thank you, I," he bit his lip and looked away briefly before remembering his manners. "The herbs have, they, they've been doing well this year. So. I've been making more herb bread than cookies. It, this loaf is just culinary herbs, it won't make you feel strange."

[science_advice]

The Doctor raised an eyebrow where he was chewing his third bite of it. "I should hope so," he said after swallowing, before he realized he'd neglected to introduce himself. Bad manners were clearly catching. "The Doctor," he said, holding out a hand to shake. "Scientist and explorer, at your service. Assuming I think you deserve it," he added, so as not to give any wrong ideas.