[It had been a few days time now, the rain had finally subsided and reality could really sink in. The situation was all so ludicrous, it wasn't going to be an easy transition for Alois. Sulking, with his head resting on one arm, the boy looked out the nearby window. He was still alone.. no matter what the others said. None of these people reallt knew him.. and it was likely to remain that way.
Consequentially the blue box appearing out of no where startled him form his chair. "Where did that come from!?".
He watched at the Doctor exited looking as jovial as usually. God, how he despised anyone who looked so happy. Having nothing better to do, he left his room and made his way for the door. This box-- was a curiosity that needed investigating.]
[Jin, who has been spending his time staying in doors due to the rain, will come out upon hearing the noise. It is very different, after all, from the sound of the shadows. He'll stop to look at the machine, then look at the Doctor.]
[Mary happened to step outside to check the weather at about the same time, holding a cup of tea. She had already seen that it was bigger on the inside, but seeing it appear of of nowhere was something new. Her jaw dropped a bit, but she smiled, clearly impressed by the machine.]
There's a pot on the stove, I just made it! Want some breakfast too?
[A certain Time Lord is pleased to see that Mary isn't sick, and even more pleased to hear that tea awaits before a day of exploration. Most pleasing of all is her being impressed.]
Excellent! Wonderful! It's too bad this city doesn't have one of those... portable... what do you call them... thermos, that's it. [He waves a dismissive hand.] Maybe later.
I can tell, you look awful. Good remedy is a nice, big breakfast.
[He pauses and looks directly at Dean, as though having just seen him for the first time.]
If you're into that sort of thing.
[Sobering up for the moment, he gazes at his surroundings, feeling the brick with his fingers, breathing deeply.] Your standard atmosphere, oxygen rich, nitrogen--[He pauses to sniff a few times.]--plenty of ozone, low but growing carbon dioxide--[and finally, his features contort and the Doctor rolls his tongue as if he's tasted something mildly unpleasant or sour.]-- lots of methane but not too much; your standard city on the verge of industrial revolution.
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Consequentially the blue box appearing out of no where startled him form his chair. "Where did that come from!?".
He watched at the Doctor exited looking as jovial as usually. God, how he despised anyone who looked so happy. Having nothing better to do, he left his room and made his way for the door. This box-- was a curiosity that needed investigating.]
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Did you lose something?
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Not like you've really got your own, bless the lot of you.
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A phone booth?
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Police box! Kind of a phone booth, except for... police.
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There's a pot on the stove, I just made it! Want some breakfast too?
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Excellent! Wonderful! It's too bad this city doesn't have one of those... portable... what do you call them... thermos, that's it. [He waves a dismissive hand.] Maybe later.
--Did you say breakfast?
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[You know, the saving life thing. Not that she'd point that out as the reason. She was still grateful.]
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[The Doctor pauses, looking as though he's been struck by something.]
Eggs. They have eggs.
[Excitedly, he strides to Mary, rubbing his hands.] I lied, I'd love two spare eggs with a side of tea, please.
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And turning it in circles.
He's thinking.]
You. Language. You're fond of using words that typically consist of four letters. [He drops his hand and adjusts his lapels proudly.]
Answer: No--No, I am not. Did I wake you up? Sorry about that. Lovely morning, though, nothing like fresh air after a nasty storm like that one.
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Not really. I've been up for a while.
[As in, he barely slept a wink.]
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[He pauses and looks directly at Dean, as though having just seen him for the first time.]
If you're into that sort of thing.
[Sobering up for the moment, he gazes at his surroundings, feeling the brick with his fingers, breathing deeply.] Your standard atmosphere, oxygen rich, nitrogen--[He pauses to sniff a few times.]--plenty of ozone, low but growing carbon dioxide--[and finally, his features contort and the Doctor rolls his tongue as if he's tasted something mildly unpleasant or sour.]-- lots of methane but not too much; your standard city on the verge of industrial revolution.
Breathe the air though, it's good for you.
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