'dark have been my dreams of late'

[sortofaman]

The visions hadn't gone away. If anything, they had grown steadily, definitively worse. Worse to the point that after the last he had seemed to nearly taste dalekanium in the air, like a tang of sharp dirty metal in his mouth that took hours to disappate

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[dr_robchase]

His eyes were red, but he hadn't been crying and his breath faintly smelled of strong ethanol, but not that pungent and he wandered into the kitchen with a pouchful of materials that he spread out on the counter in front of the chocolate-covered Doctor, not even bothering to crack a smile or laugh.

"What are you doing?" he asked, evenly.

[sortofaman]

"Making caramels," the Doctor said simply. He smelled chocolate, so he couldn't really tell much about Chase being tipsy. "Chocolate covered."

As if it wasn't really obvious.

"What's that?" he asked, and looked about for a tea towel to wipe his hands on.

[dr_robchase]

He wasn't overly stumbling, nor was he doing anything but sitting slowly into a chair, arranging all the things into the neatest order possible. "Relaxants," he described. "Drugs to calm you."

[sortofaman]

"What?" the Doctor said, giving Chase a look. "What do I need that for? I mean, yeah, I'm a bit hyperactive, but I thought you rather liked that..."

Any argument he made was possibly undermined by the fact that he looked like he'd stood under one of those chocolate fountain things.

[unbreakableteen]

Claire walked in to get some water and looked at him, dripping chocolate and laughing.

"Are you all right?" she asked, grabbing a towel.

[sortofaman]

"I've been better, Ms Bennet," the Doctor said, blinking a few times. A droplet of chocolate ran down his cheek. "It's been one of those lifetimes."

[unbreakableteen]

"Yeah, that totally happens," she said, reaching up to wipe his face. "Just don't jump off anything."

[sortofaman]

"Not planning on it," the Doctor said, "I have a vested interest in living." That was, at the moment. If he went mad entirely, things would be different.

[not_the_chav]

Absolute rubbish as a human. By that point, Martha had accepted it as simple fact. Ignoring the Doctor's laughing, she crossed to the kitchen sink, wet a hand towel, and then held it his way.

"You should have told her about Peter," she said in lieu of a proper greeting.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor took the hand towel, raising one sticky eyebrow, and proceeded to wipe off his face. "Are we talking about Sarah Jane or are we talking about Gwen?" he asked, "because there are and have been several Peters. If the former, she seemed to have had enough to deal with with just being here and not being on Mars trapped by a crazed post-deity."

[not_the_chav]

"That's funny, because by the time she got round to me, she seemed to have had enough of no one telling her a bloody thing," Martha shot back. "But I did it, you'll be pleased to know. One less thing for you to worry about."

With as annoyed as she presently was with him, she really should have just left him to his chocolate mess, yet there she was, apparently spoiling for a fight and rife with the righteous indignation of generations of companions.

[sortofaman]

"What? Jack said he told her everything," the Doctor said, "or said he would. How would you like showing up here and then everyone saying 'oh, well, there was a Martha here, and she did all sorts of things and had a boyfriend who looked like the Doctor but wasn't, but now you're here, sorry about the mess'? I was going to tell her in due time. Believe that or not, I don't really bloody care right now." He went over to the sink and rinsed out the towel.

[saveyourpoison]

He had been looking for Delirium. Or perhaps the nice lady with the cakes - Debbie - but even when neither was there, the scent of chocolate kept him there. Delirium had explained to him about chocolate and he felt that chocolate must be what gods ate. So despite the fact that the kitchen was filled to the brim with this frightening magic, he kept watching.
And then it exploded. The chocolate. Like magic gone bad. Orpheus gasped. "Oh!" Despite his scare he took a step forward. "Help?" he asked, hand outstretched in an uncertain gesture.

[ooc: hope you don't mind the lateness. I've been dying to have Orpheus run into the Doctor :-)]

[sortofaman]

The Doctor looked at the man, who he hadn't noticed (if he hadn't noticed the chocolate, he hadn't noticed some bloke staring at him), and blinked a few times. A drop of chocolate fell from his brow to his cheek. He wondered if this person spoke in more than monosyllables, but managed to only say, "A damp tea towel would be nice, thanks."

Not a problem.

[saveyourpoison]

While he hadn't actuallyl heard the expression 'tea towel' before, it did make sense because of the towel part. So Orpheus found a clean tea towel and handed it on, slightly damp and warm. "I not know chocolate can do that..." he said, still slightly startled.

[sortofaman]

Looking a touch surprised, the Doctor blinked a few times more. He must not speak English well, or something. "Neither did I," he said, and smiled slightly when he took the towel. "Thank you. Are you new?"