Thread: Doctor Who [ Bear & MissK ]

Fridays were strange. Abraham Lincoln was assassinated on a Friday, and it was also the day King George V took the throne. In fact his own coronation may have also been on a Friday... There was also that problem that you could never tell if it was a Friday. The TARDIS did not actually tell him what the day of the week was where he arrived. Perhaps due to the varying day lengths and the many, many other names for Friday, and the fact he had had not specified that it do so. He considered adding it alongside the rest, however why did it need to be English Friday? He could change it to the High Martian Friday, the French Revolutionary Friday, the Gallifreyan Friday. It was only in the English, human calendar for the purposes of his companions, whose absence was only made more obvious by it. He had tried to distract himself, at first it was easy and always was. One could throw themselves into a study or an adventure, however it became noticeable when nobody was there to respond to his witty remarks, and after every adventure, despite how wonderful they could be, he returned to lonely empty TARDIS at the end. One did not realise how much they enjoyed hosting guests until those guests were gone, it seemed. It was what he missed a companion. Someone to share experiences with. He had seen it all, done it all, had it all. But with someone else, he could relive it all over again. However, there was also the question of whether he deserved someone else. He had a duty of care, which meant that it was he who needed to see the difference between danger and fun as blurred as they could get. While if they befell a bad fate only one person would call him out on his actions, that one person who held him accountable happened to be the person who disliked him the most. Not that such ideas could not be put off. Reading! He liked to read. Today it was Roald Dahl. He had visited the man in hospital not too long ago, all joy and smiles despite his knowledge of what would come. Out of respect for the writer he decided to re-read some of his works a couple of times or five. They were wonderfully silly and macabre stories, for adult and child alike. Fun for all the family! Cool. He was distracted by his reading by an alert on the console. Humans approaching the TARDIS, which prompted a sigh. Had he not come to the woods to avoid people? Humans got everywhere, like sand, annoying sand. Begrudgingly he laid down his book and stepped out. Today it was purple coat, waistcoat, blue shirt and purple bowtie always the bowtie. A staple of his look, and should have been for others. They were cool and it was uncool to not wear one. In any world ruled by him bowtie wearing would be compulsory. Wearing tweed now was a rarity. Other things suited him better now, made him look more grown-up, or he at least liked to think so. Oi! The Doctor looked at the two strangely. Please stop... Gawping. It's a police box, is it really that rare? I'm sure you have seen them all the time, just because it is out here doesn't make it any more notable. An elephant of the moon is still an elephant, no? No? Oops. From the ground he picked up a stick, and started to draw a circle in the dirt around the TARDIS. Citizens of twenty... He stuck out his tongue. Four? No, five. Twenty five... The Doctor approached the male, sniffing around the area. thirty... And to the female. one! Lovely time. He said casually, as he always did. People found it worrying if he said their time was not lovely, and when he compared it to time periods hundreds of years ago, they gave him weird looks. Citizens of Twenty-five-thirty-one, please vacate the area. This is my private residence, and I would very much like to be left alone. Especially if you continue to keep that thing pointed at me. Do stop, please?