//Yeah. so I know that’s only 2 replies for today, but that’s all I had time to get done. That and I’m about you pass out while writing this, so I’m off to bed! I’ll get to more replies tomorrow, really! Cross my hearts! Hope to fly! Stick a cupcake in my eye! Anyway, nighty-night!
Ross shifted from foot to foot at the mans gaze, a bit uncomfortable with everything going on at the moment. “Twice if you count the first time I met you,” he crossed his arms tightly around him. He bit the end of his tongue to try and keep the smile from coming as he recalled the memory. “First time you wore this leather jacket all the time, after that you started wearing this brown suit sorta thing. It was a bit hard to get used to you changin’.”
“Really?” The Doctor inquired, flicking his jacket back to rest his hands on his hips. So, he repeated styles after after he regenerated? Well, that didn’t sound anything like him. Never used the same outfit twice. Well, not from regeneration to regeneration, at least. “Already wore something like those before- for my ninth and tenth regenerations. Blimey, now that was a long time ago. ‘Bout 300 years now.”
“Well, yeah. Having a bit of trouble getting use to regenerating into a woman. Thought I turned into one this time, actually. Just look at all this hair!” He exclaimed as he tugged on the end of his hair.
Eliana flinched at the word Doctor, a pain starting in her temples. Nevertheless, she put on a smile and said, “I’m Eliana. Eliana Oswald.”
“Eliana Oswald.” The Doctor repeated and scanned the girl’s frame, utter confusion seeping into his expression. Funny, she looked absolutely identical to Clara. Yet, every time he met Clara she never used that na- wait. Did she just flinch? “Something wrong?”
//Blark, welp, that’s all I’ve got for you lot tonight. Sorry I wasn’t on very often today! You see, I watched Star Trek Into Darkness today. IT WAS AMAZING. That aside, I had to write a good amount of a paper today, so I didn’t have a lot of time to be online. Sorry about that! But I should be online more often after this week!
“Oh! Blimey, didn’t see you there! Well then, let’s see who we have here. Oh! Think I see some familiar faces! That’s good, always liked seeing familiar faces. And we have so new faces! Hello new faces. I’m the Doctor. Just the Doctor. And you are?”
“Well, you seem a bit…tipsy.” He sat still, wondering what the man was up to
“Tipsy?” He sputtered, shaking his head slightly. “No! Never even liked the taste of wine, me! Can’t possibly be tipsy!”
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He’d vanished. Again. This time in his own spaceship! Clara honestly didn’t know how he managed it. Granted, the TARDIS was terribly confusing; rooms upon rooms, corridors among corridors. Even then, though, it was his ship. And the ship liked him a lot more than she liked Clara. She seemed to enjoy getting off on switching rooms constantly whenever Clara was searching for hers.
Her voice carried from the control room as she turned from the console and up the steps that lead toward the corridor. Though her voice echoed down the hallway, carrying even further than that, she was certain it wouldn’t have reached each room of the ship. And knowing the Doctor, he could have been anywhere.
“And that is how time travel is possible.” The Doctor finished, as he flipped through one of the many novels of the library. He must have been talking for hours quite a while this time. He couldn’t have been talking for more than an hour… Or, perhaps, two.
What could he say? Time travel was a rather confusing and a bit difficult to explain, which meant he had to concentrate very hard on what he was explaining. Otherwise, he probably would’ve merely labeled most of it as ‘timey-wimey’ or ‘spacey-wacey’. Finally shifted his gaze from the pages of the book and his attention from his explanation, he realized that his companion wasn’t quietly listening somewhere close by. She wasn’t even in the same room actually.
The scarred, one-armed turian perks up and wipes his hands on his pants, flashing a smile. “Uh, ‘ey there. Sumthin’ ah can do fer ye?”
The Doctor spun on his heels to face the other being, a small smile placed upon his lips. “Ah! Hello there! Yes, actually! Mind telling me the date?”
“Okay then… I think I’ve learnt to leave complicated alone… I still dont understand your wife…”
“Yes, well, suppose she is a bit complicated. Only a bit. Anyway, bit of overdue for an adventure, aren’t we? So, where do you want to go to today?”