Application: Third Doctor (Doctor Who)

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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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[znachit_v_morg]

It had been some time since a new applicant had stumbled into the Grand Hall, and even longer since Ivan bothered to attend a sorting. This one, he decided after glancing over the application, was interesting enough, at least in his complete refusal to play along and answer the more frivolous questions. That didn't seem particularly fair, but who was he to judge?

"Barney is a purple and green dinosaur in a children's television show," Ivan explained helpfully. "While Carrot Top is a prop comic who I, personally, have never found to be very funny. Though I couldn't tell you why the application talks about having you kill them." Not that he really cared about any of that. What really piqued his interest was the blue police box sitting right in the middle of the hall like it owned the place. Ivan nodded in its direction. "May I ask what that is?"

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"He always did have something of a fascination with... colourful characters," the Doctor muttered mostly to himself, before turning his full attention on the young (was he? There was something peculiarly old about his eyes...) man. "Greetings. The Doctor, charmed to meet you et cetera. That is a Tardis, my long time transport. Although at the moment she is somewhat... unoperational," he said the last reluctantly, as if it almost pained him to admit it.

[znachit_v_morg]

"My name is Ivan Braginski. It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor." He greeted, taking a moment to smile at the man before returning his gaze to the unassuming, if strangely placed, blue box. "Ah, a time machine, then? How curious. I was not aware such a thing existed." Ivan was a little less thrown by this revelation than others might be. When one lives for hundreds of years one tends to stop being surprised by such things (preaching to the choir in the Doctor's case, of course). Besides, as the anthropomorphic personification of the largest country in the world, Ivan felt he had little right to doubt the existence of something as comparatively tame as time travel. "What a shame that it's not working, I imagine it would be great fun to go back to different times. Or forward, perhaps."

He remembered something the Doctor had said earlier, and focused a curious expression on him. "'He'? Who is 'he'?"

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The Doctor sighed. "Oh, indeed. Times and places, anywhere and anytime one wishes in the universe," the last said in what was, for this version of the Doctor, an uncommonly fond tone. "A marvellous invention, Tardises," he continued more briskly. "Indeed, if they had not existed, I would have had to invent one," he said with a grin, apparently quite confident he could have succeeded. "If I had, I might have an easier time fixing her, that's for sure..."

"And I was talking about the Master," he said in a less excited tone. "An old... enemy, I could say. Very troublesome individual."

[ugly_old_hat]

Your bribe has been accepted!

Welcome to Gryffindor!

[science_advice]

So this was the infamous sentient... or at least talking hat, then.

"Thank you," the Doctor said, dry and bemused. "About time," he added under his breath.

Time to exlore this castle, then!