the doctor (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} martyrisms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} dunwichgame, |
He was in rare form tonight, considering the state of depression he'd been in since Rose and Jack and Clara and everyone had left. "Right! That was a bit more of an answer than I was expecting. I figured a vague metaphor, maybe a bit of brooding or something dark and mysterious. Nope, just, set an evil room on fire. Interesting, though. An evil room. Sentient? Was the furniture sentient? The walls? Evil how?" He was highly interested in what Mike might have meant by that. "Makes sense, the brain to fill in the gaps that way. Dunwich might have also had a hand in that, don't you think? The way everyone here speaks the same language even though we're all from different worlds, hm." He wondered if Dunwich had its own translator, like the TARDIS. That was something to think on later. Maybe if he could solve the littler mysteries, he cold solve the larger one. "But you can still eat and drink? Does it taste the same, different? Did your taste buds change after dying? Mine did. Mind, I didn't die, I regenerated, new taste buds and all, ever tried fish fingers and custard? Brilliant taste, good after becoming a new you."