The Doctor (fishycustard) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2011-10-02 11:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | the 10th doctor, the eleventh doctor |
The Players : The Tenth Doctor and the Eleventh Doctor
What: Younger meets older, ideas are formed, tea possibly drank.
Where: The Tenth Doctors TARDIS
When: October the 2nd, lunch time-ish.
Rating: TBD? S for Silly?
Notes: Raxacoricofallapatorius is a difficult world to name without a Time Lord handy.
So much back and forth, information going from place to place, things shared among people he had never even met and others he had and knew rather well, some more than others. No, all this had to stop, at least for now. Pushing himself away from the TARDIS's console, he pulled his braces out with a tug of both thumbs, and snapped them back into place with the cheekiest of smirks, his other foot coming down to rest as if he were some sort of old wooden marching toy.
"It's time to make a House call" The Doctor said with a knowing and cheeky glimmer in those wise old eyes. Eyes that looked far too old for his features. He casually tossed his sonic screwdriver in the air, allowing it spin before catching it mid air and with that he tucked it away into his pocket. Next step, make sure the TARDIS was secured. A few switches, a spin around and a whack to a rather large button and he was good to go. The TARDIS's lights dimmed and each noise lowered into a dull hum. "Sleep well, sexy" he smiled warmly before making his way to the doors. He locked the door after him and made his way to the TARDIS. At least where he was sure he thought it was. Sat in the middle of a grave yard. Not the nicest of places but still, the Doctor, both of them, had been around much worse.
He sauntered over causally and stopped to look at his old TARDIS. Well, it wasn't his, not anymore, it belonged to his past self... but his memory told him otherwise. Gently, he placed his hand on the door and he smiled. It was as if he could feel each memory ebb through and into his skin. But that's all they were, memories... He peeled his hand away and took a key from his pocket. Time to see if this still worked. Carefully, he placed it in the lock and turned, hearing that familiar click. It only made his smile grow that little bit more as he pushed the door open and peered inside.
"Ahoy!" he called out before he opened the door fully. His eyes seemed to light up and he instantly became distracted, looking around curiously, so much so that he barely noticed if there was anyone there at all. Slowly and gingerly he made his way inside the TARDIS and let the door close after him, his eyes wandering the depths and heights of an old familiar room. Again, that look returned to him. A form of joy and wonderment that seemed to linger in the depths of old eyes, and brought about a sort of youth to them that seemed to come with memories gone and passed. The very energy the room held, the whispers of companions past and adventures gone... They seemed to embrace the aging Time Lord and take his very senses away.