Video/action sometime before midnight

[guitar_hero]

[he's staggering around somewhere in Nova City, unsteady on his heels in the snow. The lights from the city flash off the beads in his fringe dress and he's also wearing a wig because you might as well. Tho occasionally arcs of static electricity come from it. Some theatrics company is going to be a bit put off but it's Christmas or would be if it were. A handcuff dangles from one wrist with a bedpost on the other side of it and in his other hand he's holding a case of bottles of ginger beer which he drinks from intermittently... and sings this song almost on loop thought the words aren't quite right.]

Now everybody's cried
and until the tears have died
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink
and then drink the floor
we'll dance and bright and fight
until turn off all the lights

[he staggers left and nearly gets run over. The horn blaring as he flails back and salutes them]

and then pass out change face wake sup
and go drinking once upon a time.

[falls into the remains of a snowbank and hiccoughs]

Hello Doctor world is me!

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[Video] 1/2

[bigbadrose]

[All. The. Laughing.]

[ALL OF IT EVER.]

[Video] 2/2

[bigbadrose]

You need a ride home, stranger?

[Video]

[guitar_hero]

[he shakes his head] Pass a calling star. [he grins] Ginger? [offers one to the camera and drinks from it]

[Video]

[bigbadrose]

Abso-frickin-lutely, as soon as I figure out where you are. I'll get Fluffy to stack the fridge with 'em.

[Video]

[guitar_hero]

Oh, Fluffy. [then does a good if incredibly sarcastic imitation of his voice] Awn ni. [rolls his eyes and takes a long swallow]

[spacepeterpan]

Oh, good, yes, of course, 'cos you haven't done enough damage yet.

[The Doctor searches the background of the video feed for landmarks to get a rough location so he can get close enough to start scanning, at least.]

That your next plan, then, a stiff drink and a radiator to the face?

[guitar_hero]

[he laughs as if this is the funniest thing he's said all day. Then looks himself in the eyes and says flatly]

Clara.

[spacepeterpan]

[...well he knows how to strike a chord with himself. The Doctor's voice comes out a bit quiet and high-pitched with surprise and discomfort.]

...whot?

[.........no, no, no, that's not damage that he did, even if it were possible, there wouldn't have been that sort of delay, but there's got to be a connection there, somewhere.]

Ah.. what about Clara?

[guitar_hero]

[he taps a hand to his temple and draws it out, a filigree of electricity coming with it]

Pieces come together. Understanding. Cure. Understanding. Can't see.

[spacepeterpan]

...

[The Doctor studies his older self. That arc, that's something more worrisome entirely. Residual charge? Should have dissipated long ago, normally. Some side-effect of what he was trying to tamper with? A Time Lord physiology thing rare enough that he wasn't thinking of it right off? He knew all sorts of wild things could come out of a regeneration gone wrong, but that didn't seem quite right, either.]

...some of your memories were jarred loose by that jolt? Can't see, though, can't see what--how to put the pieces in order?

[om_nom_namur]

Damn, dude. Fell face first int' some heavy shit, eh?

[guitar_hero]

[nods] Hard water. Memories. Ginger? [offers him a bottle]

[om_nom_namur]

A'ight, but if that shit gets me sloshed off my ass in two gulps I ain't takin' responsibility for anythin' I might do t' y' after.

[It doesn't even smell alcoholic, but a fair warning's a fair warning, juuuuust in case.

Namur takes the proffered bottle and bites the lid clean off, taking a bit of the glass with it. He doesn't seem to notice, but he does manage to spit the lid out this time rather than swallowing it whole.]

Smells like root piss.

[guitar_hero]

[he laughs] Big! Chew steel? [and then a shrug] Honors. Hops. Grain. Rice. All effluvia.

[om_nom_namur]

Whatever the hell that means...

[Namur dumps some of the ginger beer behind his teeth. It is definitely not whatever got the doctor sloshed.]

So what else y' been int' tonight, huh? Take a pill or somethin'?

[Private Video]

[youfool]

[Hoo boy. Ted feels pretty awful for what the Doctor had to go through for his hobby horse, and more that he didn't catch the resultant disaster till after the fact. He knew something chaotic was going on in that void, but, well...mad scientists, right? That's what they do. It's why he asked 12 in particular. Not that that assuaged his guilt much.]

Good evening, Doctor. When you're feeling up to it, let's discuss what you've found.

[Private Video]

[guitar_hero]

Orange voids in algernon. Hungry [he makes a vague shape] alkilids

Re: [Private Video]

[youfool]

[He laughs. He knows he shouldn't; it's his hare-brained scheme that cracked 12 more than usual. What can he say? No one appreciates comedic relief more than him.]

That's free association could use some binding. Let me know when you've saner things to say, won't you?

Oh, and...I'm very sorry. About everything.

[Private Video]

[guitar_hero]

Half way none o'clock. Absolutely green. [he huffs a laugh] Uneasy.

[and then]

Void?

Re: [Private Video]

[youfool]

[He genuinely tries to contemplate what any of that means. That the recovery would be a long time coming?]

I'll just pester Rose, then. She likes sanity. I hope.

[Oof, that's one doleful word he recognizes.]

Yes, I'll relieve you of that soon. Once all your additions to it are returned, of course. Goodness knows it's given you enough trouble.

01/11 Locked to 11

[guitar_hero]

[back in the bed in the Pond's house and not precisely happy about it. He feels restless and bored and the vague hallucinations aren't helping. That and anything electronic in the same room tends to short out which is why he's currently hanging upside down off the bed trying to read a book that is right side up. The title is the Highland Stud and features a buff Scotsman with his shirt sliding off on the cover]

[spacepeterpan]

[It's late in the afternoon when the Doctor knocks at the... other Doctor's door and pokes his head in.]

Hello! I've been-

[He pauses there in the doorway, derailed momentarily by that posture, and tilts sideways, flopping his head (and flopping his hair even more) to look at his older self mutually upside-down, then going upright again when he realizes the book isn't upside-side.]

...ah. ...sorry, bad time?

[He raises his eyebrows, rubbing his hands together, and points to the book indicatively, then thumbs back over his shoulder.]

I can come back in fifteen, if y'like.

[guitar_hero]

Yodel cookie egg batter. [he waves to the bed as if gesturing to sit but he's actually got one more chapter] Bowl cut nostalgia.

[spacepeterpan]

[The Doctor raises his eyebrows, pausing a moment, then smiles a bit quirkily to himself, strolling over and plopping down on the bed because look at him, he can't sit on a bed without bouncing on it at least a little bit. He gets at least some of that, smiling to himself, although he's got something else entirely on his mind.]

Funny you should say that, just so happens I'm here about that. ...well, not about what you said, but about the way you said it.

[He crosses his legs casually, resting his hands on his knee.]

Been looking into TARDIS records, think I've got a diagnosis--and a treatment.

[guitar_hero]

[he claps his hands and points]

Archimedes!

[he rolls off the bed and darts from the room]

[Then pops back into the doorway to point] Play dead! [and disappears again... then a little longer before he comes back in, flips open the book and carefully dog ears all of the pages before wiggling his eyebrows at the other and leaving the room again. He'll be gone a few minutes this time. Bear with him]