Everything the Light Touches

[newswatchesyou]

Who: Jordaniel Gyre (READ: The Editor) and any other pups who want to pop on by, including all you suddenly youthful whippersnappers, you.
What: Chillin'. And discussing the weirdness.
When: Uh, now? Daylight? Middle of the day. Beautiful clear weather, sometime after whenever your pup has suddenly turned into a kid, if you're one of that crew

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[not_from_mars]

Sometime that afternoon, the Doctor makes his way to the roof. Aside from being a good, calm spot with interesting people ninety percent of the time, it also seemed to be the most likely place for his friends-slash-companions-slash-selves-et-cetera-turned-teenager to have disappeared to. It's bizarre, all of them from the same world - well, except for Peter, but Donna's always seemed to influence his losses for some strange reason - having had the same loss at the same time.

He spots Jordan almost as soon as he steps onto the roof, noticing the differences immediately between this younger self and the self the Doctor knows, just by the way he's sitting. He steps up behind him nonchalantly, hands in his pockets as he peers at the view.

"'Lo."

[newswatchesyou]

Jordan raises an eyebrow at this new guy and crunches a Dorito-the voice sounds about right, but "'Lo'" isn't enough to work with to be certain.

"Hey. Are you the Doctor? The Ten one? Uh...not Ten One. The Ten that's a Doctor. You know. 'Lo."

[not_from_mars]

He scratches his head while Jordan rambles, giving a good-natured smile and nod. "Yup, that's me."

[newswatchesyou]

He does ramble a lot, like this-the caffeine is probably not helping. But who cares! It's caffeine, it's awesome, caffeine and sugar! It's like all the food groups that matter! ...Thank God he's already an adult, or he'd be stunting his growth right now.

"Um." Oh, shit, he's got that orange powdery cheese stuff all over his hands; he cleans them off as best he can, rubbing them together so it grains up and rolls off and then wiping them on the castle stones. And then on his pants. Eck.

Following this operation, he hops out of his nook in the castle wall and offers the Doctor a mostly-de-cheesed hand. "Pleasure to meet you." His brow furrows. "Now. Again."

Shake?

[walkingthedust]

Donna's decided to explore this place - mainly to get away from the weird Scottish bloke in her magical talking diary, and the even weirder man she appears to be living with (though he's nicer than her mum, she has to give him credit for that). The wardrobe in her room, while not stocked with her actual clothes, seems to know what she wants (and isn't that ridiculous?), and she's dressed in clothes that would be the height of fashion for a slightly rebellious teenager living in London in the 1980s - clothes that would probably look completely bizarre to anybody else.

When she finally makes her way to the roof, she looks around for a few moments, admiring the view - so alien, compared to what she's used to - and, oh, look, there's an attractive bloke without a shirt on. The view has suddenly improved. She nonchalantly comes up next to him and sits down, snagging a Dorito from the bag. "Hey," she says, by way of greeting.

[newswatchesyou]

"Hey." Jordaniel waves a chip at Donna in greeting, and grins. Well, hello, this castle comes with girls. He'd been beginning to think it was all alien students and men calling themselves Doctor. This whole Paradisa situation has just risen several marks.

"I don't know you, do I?" Because several people around here seem to know him already, so he might as well check. He'll also scoot a Red Bull her way, in case she wants one. It's not coffee but OMG the caffeine, it burns~

[walkingthedust]

"Don't think so." Though she'd rather like to get to know him. "I'm Donna. Donna Noble." She grins back at him. Apparently not all the boys her age are sodding Scottish dicks. She casts a glance at the Red Bull. "What's that, then?" Nope, no energy drinks in the 80s. She's already had a couple cups of coffee this morning, though, so be prepared for one caffeinated Donna.

[newswatchesyou]

Jordaniel's on his third already. Being a college student, though, he's fairly used to being hopped up on whatever he can legally acquire to get him through all-nighters; the effect's not really all that noticeable.

"Dunno, really. Says it's some kind of 'energy drink,' snagged it from the kitchen. S'not bad."

More grinning on his side. "Jordaniel Gyre," he announces grandly, hamming a little for her benefit. "Pleasure to meet you, Donna Noble."

He also scoots over-there's room in this crenelation for two.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Del drifted onto the rooftop. She didn't end up here very often, wonder why? It was so far and it you hit it just right it was silent in a way noewhere else could be. But you had to ind the right rooftop. Some people just liked to go cluttering things up. Clutter clutter cluttery...

Moving around, she counted up the people. Castley states were always easy to tell by how many people were cluttering up the nice sliencyness of the roof... one two skip around thirty-two nineteen. What a nice round configuration of confederational... confederation? That wasn't a right word was it? Continental continuity continued continuation-

Oh hey, look at the Switzy that wasn't so he was now a Coming Ice Age~

[newswatchesyou]

Right now, Coming Ice Age is sitting with one leg dangling over the side of the castle, meditatively eating Doritos dipped in Nutella and wondering if there's any good part-time work up for grabs down there in the town. Kind of a sleepy-looking little place; still, there has to be something.

Oh, hey, there's a girl! Woman. Person with very colorful hair. Huh. Hello! He gives Del a wave and a friendly smile. "'Lo. Nice roof you've got here."

[fishy_go_byebye]

She smiled at him and skipped over to settle down next to him on the castle wall. "Hello Coming Ice Age~ The castles have roofs and if Del had it maybe shortness would get in the way."

Still smiling she looked speculatively at the Doritos in Nutella. Just like home where people weren't sure what was up...

[newswatchesyou]

"Oh, you're Del. Hey." He makes sure that she can get to the chips and Nutella-and the Red Bull, too, if she wants any, there're a few unopened cans left. "I've got a lot of names, with you." He's bemused by her, but also intrigued, much like he is at his normal age-the way she talks is a puzzle, and he can't help being pulled in by it.

[hollowlegs]

Eventually, Peter finds his way onto the roof, as well -- it must be a teenager thing. After that heated argument with that Londoner bitch over the journal, he went to have a look around, and has now made it to this common Para hangout. He doesn't say anything, though, just wordlessly looks at the view.

[newswatchesyou]

Roofs = places you're not normally supposed to be = places teenagers naturally want to go. It's logic!

Jordaniel notices the newcomer, and gives him a nod-the whole guy-greeting thing, nothing too demonstrative, just ye olde 'wassup' nod. And, huh, this one looks a bit like that Doctor Ten fellow, that's...kinda weird. "Hey."

[hollowlegs]

"Hey," he replies, looking at Jordaniel and giving him a similar nod in return. He's mostly distracted by the huge expanse of land surrounding them -- very much in contrast to the city of Glasgow. It's almost frightening.

[newswatchesyou]

Yeah, Jordaniel's with you on that whole "We're not in Kansas anymore" feeling, Peter. He catches the way Peter's looking out at the landscape, and ventures a guess.

"View new to you?" He smirks, at his own rhyming, and makes sure the Dorito bag is where Peter can get to it. Food-sharing is good for making acquaintances.