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Tweak says, "I'm not scared."

The Doctor (timelordlastof) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-17 11:28:00

Entry tags:

complete, day three, the doctor, willow rosenberg

Who: The Doctor and Willow
Where: The cooking class tents
When: Day 3, late afternoon
What: Meeting, cooking, etc.
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete

After finding his room and investigating his journal, though not using it just yet, the Doctor decided that it was high time for a walk around the city. There was no way he was going to learn anything about the place he was in staying in that dingy room. As a matter of fact, the Doctor was fairly certain that he wasn't going to be staying in that room at all. He was much more comfortable on the TARDIS, and if it suddenly decided to start working again, he wanted to know about it straight away.

Wandering around, the Doctor found a few tents boasting classes for singing, fighting, needlepoint, and others. But the cooking one caught his attention, or rather, the smell coming from it, and headed over with an interested and excited skip in his step. The class had already started, but that didn't matter much to the Doctor, he slipped in with a wink and a smile at the class leader.

There was one woman without a partner, so the Doctor slid up beside her and grabbed a knife. "What are we cooking then?" he asked with an impish grin, spinning the knife in his hand dexterously.

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timelordlastof
2009-03-20 12:11 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor grinned and raised his eyebrows in a bit of agreement before watching the goblin walk away. "That's something I'd like to see," he admitted. The Doctor was interested in everything without an explanation, mostly so that he could explain it. And it had been quite some time since he'd seen a human witch in action. Alien ones, sure, but that was a whole other story. Her summation of that Jareth character had the Doctor snorting and nodding in agreement. Even the Dalecks were better at it. Then again, they had a lot of practice.

Doc? In all his days, and he had a great deal of them under his belt, the Doctor could never remember someone shortening his name like that. It was interesting, at the very least. "If you like," he said with an amused little shake of his head.

Her story was one that had him abandoning chopping all together and looking at her like she'd just sprouted another head. Then again, he might not have been as surprised about that. "Where the devil was I through all that?" he wondered aloud. Generally, he and the end of the world tended to meet up fairly frequently.

"Mine?" he repeated, and then shrugged. "Time traveler, to put it simply. I got in the TARDIS, it went haywire, and now I'm stuck here," he shrugged. "This planet though, I've never seen, hell, heard of it before. That's what gets me more than anything. I've been all over the universe, and I've never run into it. The TARDIS can't even identify it, and well, she's never had that problem before."

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