or_timelords: (brilliant/approval/i'm awesome)
((Continued from here.))

The TARDIS isn't far--nothing in the multiverse is--and it takes the Doctor less than two minutes to head back to where he parked her in a small nook hidden behind a multiversal seating arrangement. He enters, pushes the door closed behind himself and leans against it, checking his time sense.

One minute and fifty-seven seconds. Leaving him thirteen minutes and three seconds to get ready. Why is it again that he only asked for fifteen minutes? Most likely because he was worried that anything more would give the Master too much time to hatch some sort of plan to steal the TARDIS or otherwise cause trouble. Or simply lose interest. He wouldn't want the Master to lose interest. This has been the first distraction to cross his path in years.

He pushes off the door and strides up to the console . . . )
or_timelords: ([10] finger-on-lips)
Following the parlor thread.

When he steps out of the small room where he met the Stranger, any doubts the Doctor might still have harbored as to his change of location are dispelled--this is definitely not the Kerploxian temple district, or, for that matter, any other district or town familiar to the Doctor. Also, it feels different--in the presence of the Oracle, the Doctor's time sense had been a bit shrouded, but out here, he can very definitely feel the flux of an unfamiliar Vortex all around him. This is not his own universe.

The Doctor's apparently not in Kansas anymore. )
or_timelords: ([10] eyebrows)
I've been playing canon!Ten for a change. Poor bastard, he's getting ignored for the sake of his human AU. Anyway, [livejournal.com profile] dntfretprecious has a chatlog up in which canon!Ten meets a metacrisis!Master--created from the Master and Lucy after LotTL.

"If you decide to take without asking, you only get the things you're strong enough to break."
or_timelords: ([10] smile)
Another one of those questions answered. The Doctor had to say quite a bit about this one.

What is your idea of good entertainment? )
or_timelords: ([10] brilliant!)
The Doctor leads Jack to his TARDIS and unlocks the door. This bit is always exciting, "testing out" a new companion, seeing if they can get along. How they react to the peculiarities of the TARDIS is usually an important indicator; however in this case, Jack's already met other Doctors. He probably knows what the inside of the TARDIS looks like.

"Mi casa, tu casa and all that," the Doctor says as he pulls open the TARDIS doors and gestures for Jack to step inside. As Jack passes him by, the Doctor has a very brief moment of doubt--this man's a soldier, he's military, or ex-military, and with the exception of the Brig, the Doctor isn't fond of military men. But then he dismisses these thoughts. He's always tried to keep an open mind, and Jack seemed likable enough when they'd talked just a moment ago. If they don't get along, the Doctor can always bring him back here to the multiverse.

"Now then." The Doctor pulls the door closed behind him and jogs up to the console, smiling at Jack. "Where would you like to go? Eridani 4, vast deserts and red mountains and a sister planet in such close orbit that it fills the whole sky at night? Nulelabaj, a planet covered in a thick forest of living, talking trees? Or maybe Aiqy, the 64th century party planet? Or-- do you like surprises, Jack? I can set the TARDIS on random. She goes anywhere in all of time and space, and if I put her on random, we could come out anywhere."
or_timelords: ([10] disapproving)
A shortish ficlet about John Smith and Joan Redfern and John's decision to become the Doctor again. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] alex51324 for looking it over.

Not A Human Kind Of Love. )
or_timelords: ([10] alone)
For [livejournal.com profile] watch_is_me, who wanted to know how my Doctor dealt with the Master dying in Last of the Time Lords. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn and [livejournal.com profile] recrudescence for beta'ing.

Two Sides. )
or_timelords: (gallifrey/ooc)
Alright, so I'll try this bandwagon thing, too.

Taking prompts! For any of my muses, but mainly for Ten, which is why it's getting posted on his journal. Is there anything you would like to see my Doctor do, anyone you would like him to meet, anything you would like to see happening to him? Anything in his past that you'd like to know more about? If so, let me know.

It doesn't have to be a fic prompt. I'm taking art or vid prompts as well; however, especially with vid prompts, I can't promise anything except that I'll give it my best shot. :)

Lab Work

Jan. 10th, 2009 11:33 pm
or_timelords: ([10] indifferent)
Healing trances are a handy mechanism to have as a part of your body's defense mechanisms. The Doctor sleeps through the greater part of his convalescence, lying flat on his back in one of the infirmary beds with his eyes closed, not moving for 48 hours straight. While he does, his body heals, the proper balance in his blood is restored and the damaged cells are repaired, diligently, one by one.

His brain heals as well, the altered synapses returning to their previous configuration. A Time Lord's brain is complex, and when he wakes up, the healing process isn't quite finished yet. It will be, though, before long, and when it is, another healing process will start, this one not a physical one.

The Doctor doesn't know anything about that, though. All he knows is that he's not used to his body not functioning at 100% capacity, and that this whole recovery business is tiresome to say the least. Quite literally tiresome, actually; for the first few days after he wakes up from the healing trance, his sleep cycle is almost like a human's, and he wonders not for the first time how they put up with it, having to sleep all the time. His vision isn't quite back to normal, either - he has good and bad days; on the good days, as long as he wears his glasses (which automatically adapt to his eyesight), he can see everything as usually. On the bad days, he's ended up needing the glasses plus a magnifying glass to decipher normal-sized typing. It's frustrating.

He mostly avoids his other. Of course he doesn't avoid him all the time; that's quite impossible, especially when on the second day after waking up, he returns to the cleaned out and purged Zero Room lab to find out more about the radiation his other created during the experiment. But when they're in the lab together, they're mostly working in silence, keeping the small talk to a minimum. When he's not working, the Doctor's usually in his own TARDIS, sleeping, or just resting his eyes, trying to get them to cooperate again so he can continue his work.

He's not sure why he's so reluctant about his other's company. He's not blaming him for anything; it was a lab accident, those happen, and he'll be fine, after all, he just needs a couple more days. But when he's around his other, he feels decidedly uncomfortable. Mostly, the Doctor thinks, it's the drums; ever since the experiment the echo of his other's scarred mental signature grates on his nerves, making him edgy and snappy and generally unpleasant company. The Doctor doesn't like it when he gets like that, so he avoids contact and keeps conversation to a minimum. It's terribly rude, but he'd probably be ruder if he did talk to him.

Besides, his other keeps asking him what happened, and the Doctor just can't tell him, because he doesn't know, and it's just one more thing to get irritated at.

It doesn't help that the research isn't really coming along very well. They found out that the reason for the disastrous effect of the non-Artron is that it's a mixture of Artron and Huon energy, and the Huon, disguised by the Artron and stripped of its outer energy level, is the part that's creating the radiation. Aside from that, though, they're not really getting anywhere. The energy seems to have a very short half-life, but they can't determine a specific value, because it seems to be different for each particle, which simply doesn't make any sense. That's what his other is working on, mostly because it involves close contact with the radioactive particles, and the Doctor isn't too keen on that kind of work, even with protective clothing. He himself is trying to find out how the immunity works that his other seems to be displaying, but so far, his research results haven't given him any answers, because the tissue samples he's taken from his other don't seem to be immune to the radiation at all. It's quite a mystery, and while the Doctor loves mysteries, this one is one of the more irritating kind.

However, now, in the evening of his second day back in the lab, he's had an idea, and it looks like it might be getting him somewhere. He's injected another tissue sample with an intranucleic dose of Huon neutrons, and if his theory is correct, this would have to trigger an immunity. He's waiting for the results right now, but over the last two hours, the image on the screen in front of him has been getting more and more fuzzy around the edges, and he's having a hard time making out the readings. He's not going to stop now, though; if he did, he would have to start over tomorrow and would lose three hours of lab work. He takes off his glasses and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes; it's helped before sometimes.

Memory Lane

Jan. 6th, 2009 11:40 am
or_timelords: ([10] sad)
Chatplay with [livejournal.com profile] watch_is_me from the 4th of January.

More chatplay spawned by the Epic Thread of Doom and Angst. It started out as a light 'let's get drunk together' scenario - we thought we'd take a break from the angst - but, well. It quickly turned into more epic angst, mostly angst concerning the Year That Wasn't. I can see a pattern developing. >_>

When he left, they stayed. They stayed, they always stayed. )
or_timelords: ([10] concentrated)
Chatplay with [livejournal.com profile] watch_is_me from the 28th of December.

This was spawned by this thread, in which my Doctor meets [livejournal.com profile] watch_is_me, an alternate Doctor with the drums in his head. The two of them have started to develop a rather awesome dynamic, since my Ten seems to have hidden depths as far as the drums are concerned that even the mun didn't know about. This post is a compilation of several IM conversations/chatplays that explore these hidden depths and play with one possible scenario that might follow if my Ten ended up with the drums in his head as well.

The scenario is... kind of freaky. There is a lot of mental fiddelage and TARDIS/TARDIS/Doctor/Doctor OT4 play. It developed into something rather epic.

If you've done something where you've lost yourself, that you can't even think about without it breaking your brain and driving you insane because it's so much against anything you ever believed in, I think that's where the drums happen. )
or_timelords: ([10] ear-pulling)
(Somewhat epic) chatplay with [livejournal.com profile] laser_not_sonic from the 20th of November.

In this slightly alternate universe, the Master survived Last of the Time Lords, and the Doctor found himself faced with the task of actually having to act on his haphazard plan of locking the Master into the TARDIS with him. They've been locked in there and aimlessly traveling through the Vortex for quite a while, and things are - not going well.

Featuring: anger, fury, frustration, a (rather tame) mental altercation, tea, alcohol, more alcohol, jealous-boyfriend!Master quizzing the Doctor on his sex life, seductive-slut!Doctor driving the Master a little bit crazier, and towards the end, some porning with rather adorable almost!cuddling.

And it took the mun only a month to get her lazy butt in gear and format this for postage. /o\

I always thought make-up sex was the kind of sex we'd be having right now. If we were having sex. )
or_timelords: (Default)
from [livejournal.com profile] laser_not_sonic

If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?