the Doctor (
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genessia2017-08-23 12:24 am
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[he is in another office. A much smaller one, with a much lower quality desk. In fact everything seems to speak out of it being: 'the new guy's' space, from the ancient carpet to the wood grain paneling that resembles more plastic than wood. At least he's got a spinny chair which he is sitting on, legs crossed at the ankle, propped up on the flimsy desk and slowly rotating back and forth as he plays with a pen]
You know I've never much been one for the rhythms of every day life. Get up, get dressed, go to school, go home, get your splines reticulated, go to bed. Much prefer to be out there [points at the ceiling with the pen] Doing... something. Doing whatever.
Odd what you can get used to. Even tedium.
That being said, hey! [he grins and claps his hands, rubbing them together.] Almost time for school again! That's one thing to look forward to, isn't it? Acquisition of knowledge. Doodling in notebooks. Skiving off to go snog behind the phys ed building. Used to do that all the time when I was in school. Couldn't keep me pinned down. Even if there wasn't any one to snog. Sometimes I made it up.
But, with any luck I'll be on the other side of the desk, stuffing willing and not so willing brains full of facts until they fill numb with it. For instance, everyone knows that a pulsar is a collapsed neutron star that underwent a supernova,and it emits bursts of radiation. But every now and again, in a quintillion to one chance... that's a 1 and eighteen zeros, that a quantum pulsar will be formed from the heart of that star-- and what you will get as it pulses and dies, slowly crushed by the weight of its own gravity, are flashes of time. The past. The future. The present. All rippling outward, unseen and unheard and unknown except by the lucky few who happen to be there at the right place.
Mind you they can't be there for very long...not if they want to live.
But just knowing something like that is out there, knowing that something like that can even exist-- makes the universe stunning, doesn't it? So much to see and do and explore...
[he trails off, looking at his pen which he's holding between two fingers, as if it's absorbed his attention, murmuring to himself]
But here we are, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, smaller than most, wrapped up in petty concerns, money, work, romance, where we're going to live the next however long we're here because time is running out when no-- time doesn't work like that. It just... exists... and we move through it. And if we're very clever we can find a way to use it well.
Which you can. [he sits upright again] With any luck. Attleton University. My class. Three days a week and twice on Thursdays. Auditing is available. See you there.
[swings away, swings back]
Oh and I'm coming back in about three hours. But not for long.
And if you don't get it, don't worry. That part of the message is not for you.
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You know I've never much been one for the rhythms of every day life. Get up, get dressed, go to school, go home, get your splines reticulated, go to bed. Much prefer to be out there [points at the ceiling with the pen] Doing... something. Doing whatever.
Odd what you can get used to. Even tedium.
That being said, hey! [he grins and claps his hands, rubbing them together.] Almost time for school again! That's one thing to look forward to, isn't it? Acquisition of knowledge. Doodling in notebooks. Skiving off to go snog behind the phys ed building. Used to do that all the time when I was in school. Couldn't keep me pinned down. Even if there wasn't any one to snog. Sometimes I made it up.
But, with any luck I'll be on the other side of the desk, stuffing willing and not so willing brains full of facts until they fill numb with it. For instance, everyone knows that a pulsar is a collapsed neutron star that underwent a supernova,and it emits bursts of radiation. But every now and again, in a quintillion to one chance... that's a 1 and eighteen zeros, that a quantum pulsar will be formed from the heart of that star-- and what you will get as it pulses and dies, slowly crushed by the weight of its own gravity, are flashes of time. The past. The future. The present. All rippling outward, unseen and unheard and unknown except by the lucky few who happen to be there at the right place.
Mind you they can't be there for very long...not if they want to live.
But just knowing something like that is out there, knowing that something like that can even exist-- makes the universe stunning, doesn't it? So much to see and do and explore...
[he trails off, looking at his pen which he's holding between two fingers, as if it's absorbed his attention, murmuring to himself]
But here we are, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, smaller than most, wrapped up in petty concerns, money, work, romance, where we're going to live the next however long we're here because time is running out when no-- time doesn't work like that. It just... exists... and we move through it. And if we're very clever we can find a way to use it well.
Which you can. [he sits upright again] With any luck. Attleton University. My class. Three days a week and twice on Thursdays. Auditing is available. See you there.
[swings away, swings back]
Oh and I'm coming back in about three hours. But not for long.
And if you don't get it, don't worry. That part of the message is not for you.
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"Well, Doctor, guess I'll be going back to school. Three days a week, and twice on Thursdays."
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Oh you don't want to come here me ramble. There's much more exciting things to do. [the last thing he wants is to be reminded of all the places he can't take her] But that reminds me, I have something for you.
Want to come get it?
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You will have a class? And talk about all you just did. [honestly, she's lucky she can read and write.]
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You didn't say what you're teaching. Is it science? I bet it's science. You've got that crazy science-guy hair going on for you on top of talking about space. You ever see Ancient Aliens? That guy's hair but it looks less batshit insane on you so you're probably an actual scientist instead of some dude pretending Marvin the Martian built the pyramids. Like he would build anything functional. Dude thought he could blow up Earth with a stick of dynamite. What a moron. That dynamite couldn't even properly harm a duck. It just rotated Daffy's face around.
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I have, that man has been through a lot. I wouldn't be too hard on him.
[he's not going to comment since after all he's not entirely sure he is sane by the human definition and certainly not by Time Lord definition. They don't call him the sane man in a blue box after all and he likes to keep people on their toes]
I'll teach physics on paper, in reality, whatever I want. There's routine and then there's routine.
[he fidgets with the pen absently]
How did you manage to get inside a super nova?
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Oh shit, has he? He always seemed so damn thrilled about things. All- [ holds his hands apart ] "I'm not saying it's aliens but it was totally aliens." I guess he probably got abducted or something, huh? Sounds about right.
[ he's pretty sure nobody he knows is totally sane by the human definition. or the troll definition. everyone he knows is nuts. life is nuts. ]
So, it's a whatever the mood strikes sort of class?
[ dave tips his head to the side, shrugging again. ]
Drifted into it riding a moon-bomb. You know, to blow up the sun but got tricked into making it in the first place.
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It's my experience mucking about with time is dangerous, no matter how clever one may be.
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Of course it's dangerous, anything worthwhile is. But all of time and space laid at your feet, ready to be discovered? There's no greater thrill.
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Oh, certainly. It's only that I've seen how detrimental it can be. I helped make the theory a reality, after all...
...of time travel, that is.
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[He shrugs.]
Personally I'm still trying to master this whole 'being an actual responsible adult' thing; it seems to be just about as complicated as dealing with quantum pulsars, reticulated splines or no.
...Also I'll have to remember too look up what 'reticulated' means later; I'm kinda curious if it's as painful as it sounds.
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Though personally, I'd be with you on the irresponsibility thing... if I didn't have someone here to be responsible for. That tends to make things more complicated.
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[Says the child with a Grinch-like smile on his face.]
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[They should really stop it.]
[But she doesn't.]
[There is, however, a mysterious Elvis record in vinyl on his desk.]
[Wonder how that got there.]
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