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WHO: 10th Doctor & Prompts & OTA
WHERE: Various locations
WHEN: End of August - September 3rd
WARNINGS: Update as needed

Mirajane, Rose and 10 at Fairy Haven

This is an interesting request to lunch meet - he almost swears that she's figured out that besides needing to sleep regularly that drinking is out of the question - unless he wants to get wasted and that hang over was not worth it. In the meantime he's going to kick his feet on the table with his sandshoes and play with his yellow yo-yo.

10 and Milton in Everglade

As Dammers prowls around the foggy area of Everglade, with the snarling trees and flickering lamp posts -might notice that something is only slightly out of place. Which would be that 1960's London Police Box resting on the street corner. Slightly out of place because it's not rusting or dirty or having vines growing on it.

10 and Emma at Geraldi's Pizzeria

It's Ten's turn to bring food back tonight and obviously pizza is the completely the right choice. Though the employee taking the order when asking for Ten's name and getting, 'The Doctor' in reply, stares at Ten as if - you know if this was a phone call, they'd think it was a prank call order.

Then proceeds to a booth and rests his sandshoes on the table.

10 and Captain Jack in Tardis

The Doctor is floating in the Zero Room and if he is disturbed, Sexy most find the issue to be the utmost important. It's a rather plain looking room. No furniture. White and smells like roses.

10 and Martha at hospital

The Doctor, needless to say, isn't the fondest one of hospitals but he did tell Martha he'd come to dinner. Even if he'd rather brave an entire fleet of Sycorax than be in a hospital.

10 and Amy in Attleton

The Doctor is sneaking around the subarchways when he finds himself in - domestic vile and as much as he'd fuss about it playful with Rose - he remembers when he thought he lost the Tardis on that planet orbiting that black hole. He couldn't have given her that because he'd still outlive her but it's what she wants. With him. Or wanted. Or something he's not sure anymore. He's just going to mosey around a bit don't mind him. Try to figure out why that sort of life is so appealing.

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[Ten sideeyes Eleven, the way he'd would side eye the War Doctor. Sorry self you just said the wrong choice of words. He's been giving of his not needing to sleep and giving of his emotions for months; just didn't need to hear that something is going to be taken and catches the sonic on the return]

Sorry. Just sorry. Forget it.

[Exhaused all around. Forget it. He really wishes he could forget some things he's learned some things he shouldn't know]

You just worded that - badly - Sorry.

[The Doctor stares at his younger counterpart as he catches the sonic--then peers at him, one of those searching looks, as he makes his way around the console, stepping closer.]

...no, I didn't, but it's as if I had, t'you, isn't it.

[It's clearly not said defensively, or judgmentally, but analytically: the words were innocent enough, he's double- and triple-checked them since start reaction started, but they obviously meant something specific and outside the norm to his younger self. He pauses, hands half-raised, fingers curling a little, with that impulse as though he should do something, fix the problem, despite knowing it's not something you can just tweak or adjust or sonic into being better.]

...no. No, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was that bad. It's-

[He pauses just a second, flashing a small smile.]

...spoilers, something to do with your future, my past, didn't want to give you more to worry about.

[The Doctor gives his younger self a brief, searching glance, before he continues; it may be his future, but it's nothing he wouldn't already know or guess, nothing he'd have any reason to take personally.]

...something Amy and Rory were used to me wearing, sort of put it away after they... ...stopped traveling with me. Only a matter of time before she starts wondering what's changed, better she doesn't have to worry 'bout it.

[After all, lies are like incisions. Sometimes they're the only way to help, so you make the smallest ones you can manage, and figure out a salve to cover them over.

The Doctor raises his eyebrows, making a point that he's leaving it up to his younger self, whether he proceeds. After all, it's the Tenth Doctor's TARDIS, not his own, as much as he doesn't like to dwell on that point. ...well, it is... but it isn't. Still, a point of respect.]

Is that all right with you?

[Ten watches himself obverse himself and doesn't like it because in here, himself can probably see that himself might have some trouble sleeping or emotionally worn or both. Might be easier to see the slight bags under the eyes or ruffle clothes from not moving around much outside of bed and seems to wince and weakly states]

It's been going on for a month.

[And doesn't know how much longer he can go on - or how long Jack can hang on before he drowns between Ten and Rose and then everyone loses.]

I know about MetaCrisis. The multiverse in danger from Darvous and The Daleks. Which obviously has caused some kind of leak in space and time and allowing for Rose to pass easily between the realities for that time.

Yeah - well. Some of us don't know how to keep their mouth shut.

[or stop screaming for that matter. You're lying. But at least you have the courtesy to do that.]

Yeah.

Sorry, again about before.

[Then slowly proceeds to walk off his own way - and stops and looks back for a moment. No, he should really try to work the problem out because he doesn't like his own idea of asking himself that]

[Don't forget, Doctor, the Doctor's been you; he understands all too well how that is, even if the circumstances are new. He smiles sympathetically and shakes his head.]

...quite all right, who d'we get cross with more than ourselves, anyway?

[It's one of those statements expressed playfully specifically because it's so painfully true, and yet also a bit silly, all things considered. He glances downward a moment, then up toward his younger self again.]

I meant it, by the way--if there's anything I can do to help, you let me know, yeah?

[There's a weak smile and small head nod. He'll keep that in mind, self]

Anyway, don't mind me, I'll be out of your hair in a flash, just down the hall, yeah?

[...which, of course, could mean quite a long way, inside the TARDIS, but hopefully she'd be cooperative. And with a quirky little smile, he heads off in the general direction of the wardrobe, since that's the obvious place to conclude he'd find a particular jacket in the TARDIS.

...although that's totally not his real destination. Once he's got some distance from his younger self, he's off to find the preemptive archives, best odds for finding that particular tweed jacket he'd lifted from a hospital a few years in the (relative) future.]