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annexedlogs2022-09-06 11:41 am
twelfthsong) wrote in annexedlogs2022-09-06 11:41 am
[Open/Catch-all] Don't you let them see your troubles
Who: The Doctor and you!
What: A new place, lack of tech and friends means the Doctor is reluctantly getting his bearings while internally freaking out
When: Over the course of September
Where: Central Command, The Mage's Sector, Electric Heart + Mini Missions
Content Warnings: None, but will update if anything arises
the worst neighbour ever — central command
[A grounded, TARDIS-less Doctor is a bored Doctor. With no missions on the horizon and a reluctance to even participate in them, the Doctor has reverted to what he's always done when he gets bored: build.
Any neighbouring rooms in the residential parts of Central Command would have likely heard a lot of noise over the last couple of days including, but not limited to: dragging, banging, whirring, wielding, shouts of success, annoyed muttering and pacing at varying times throughout the day. Maybe you've been woken up by said noise or maybe worse, kept up by it. Either way, there's a very simple piece of paper that reads, "Do Not Disturb" slapped onto his door. Attempts to get him to shut up usually don't work and he might even poke his head out every once in a while to tell someone to go away because they're the ones disturbing him or give them some earplugs before shutting the door in their face.
The finale of it all results in a small 'boom' from behind the closed door to his room. It's enough to make some of the walls shake, the lights flicker, and moments later a tall man wearing goggles throws the door open coughing violently as smoke begins to spill out.]
Where are the extractor fans when you need them? I should have installed those first.
get in loser we're going to do research — library @ the mage's sector
[Typically when he lands in a place that he doesn't have any information on he'll do his research. Well no, that's a lie. He'll usually just dive right in and get to know a place via the locals if there are any because nothing is better than first hand experience. There are plenty of locals, but, ah yeah the talking bit. He's had his fill of talking to people which means that research is a very valuable and secondary option. That's how he stumbles upon the library in the Mage's Sector. It isn't quite as extensive as the one in the TARDIS - nothing ever will be - but it's got enough books here to satisfy his thirst for knowledge.
It's a good thing that this place doesn't close because once he's sat himself down with a large stack of books in a comfy armchair with a desk in front of him the Doctor isn't keen on moving. Passersby might notice that the titles and topics vary; all of them are about the Broken World and its history, the planet's vegetation, fauna, and local animals, technology, and the customs of the planet - but there's also one slipped in there that very obviously reads, 'Horsemanship For Dummies'. Is his notebook filled to the brim with notes about horse training? Maybe. It's none of your business. Linger long enough nearby and he might ask/tell you:]
Could you keep your breathing down?
guitar hero — vr @ the electric heart
[If you've never seen a Time Lord going through a mid-life crisis (can you even have a mid-life crisis when you're 2000 years old), now's your chance.
The Doctor has been shredding - quite literally - on the VR's version of the electric guitar all day. He's somehow found a pair of Rayban-esque sunglasses and is currently jamming out to a tune that some might recognize. Turns out that it's tied to a game that looks a lot like a familiar Earth rhythm-based game and he's doing an eerily good job of keeping up with the fast chords and beats he has to hit. By the time the song ends, the points total up on the screen announcing him as the current high score holder. While no one is playing with him (yet), there's definitely room for people to join in on another guitar (axe battle anyone?), drums, or any other instrument you fancy (is that a trombone flickering in the background?).
Maybe it isn't a visible mid-life crisis, but trust us he's definitely brooding about something because he doesn't seem the least bit pleased about securing the high score as he punches in 'Doctor Mysterio' into the name section.]
wildcard — pick your own adventure!
[The Doctor can be found in various places across the Witches Camp scavenging for parts, building things, or putting in time between the library, Central Command and studiously avoiding the infirmary. Need someone to bicker with? Do you also want to tell him his hair is unruly? He's your Time Lord.]
[ ooc: prose is absolutely welcome, I'll follow your lead. I'm also happy to throw up private top levels as a general catchall for the rest of the month. Feel free to reach out to me via journal pm or discord for plotting! ]
What: A new place, lack of tech and friends means the Doctor is reluctantly getting his bearings while internally freaking out
When: Over the course of September
Where: Central Command, The Mage's Sector, Electric Heart + Mini Missions
Content Warnings: None, but will update if anything arises
the worst neighbour ever — central command
[A grounded, TARDIS-less Doctor is a bored Doctor. With no missions on the horizon and a reluctance to even participate in them, the Doctor has reverted to what he's always done when he gets bored: build.
Any neighbouring rooms in the residential parts of Central Command would have likely heard a lot of noise over the last couple of days including, but not limited to: dragging, banging, whirring, wielding, shouts of success, annoyed muttering and pacing at varying times throughout the day. Maybe you've been woken up by said noise or maybe worse, kept up by it. Either way, there's a very simple piece of paper that reads, "Do Not Disturb" slapped onto his door. Attempts to get him to shut up usually don't work and he might even poke his head out every once in a while to tell someone to go away because they're the ones disturbing him or give them some earplugs before shutting the door in their face.
The finale of it all results in a small 'boom' from behind the closed door to his room. It's enough to make some of the walls shake, the lights flicker, and moments later a tall man wearing goggles throws the door open coughing violently as smoke begins to spill out.]
Where are the extractor fans when you need them? I should have installed those first.
get in loser we're going to do research — library @ the mage's sector
[Typically when he lands in a place that he doesn't have any information on he'll do his research. Well no, that's a lie. He'll usually just dive right in and get to know a place via the locals if there are any because nothing is better than first hand experience. There are plenty of locals, but, ah yeah the talking bit. He's had his fill of talking to people which means that research is a very valuable and secondary option. That's how he stumbles upon the library in the Mage's Sector. It isn't quite as extensive as the one in the TARDIS - nothing ever will be - but it's got enough books here to satisfy his thirst for knowledge.
It's a good thing that this place doesn't close because once he's sat himself down with a large stack of books in a comfy armchair with a desk in front of him the Doctor isn't keen on moving. Passersby might notice that the titles and topics vary; all of them are about the Broken World and its history, the planet's vegetation, fauna, and local animals, technology, and the customs of the planet - but there's also one slipped in there that very obviously reads, 'Horsemanship For Dummies'. Is his notebook filled to the brim with notes about horse training? Maybe. It's none of your business. Linger long enough nearby and he might ask/tell you:]
Could you keep your breathing down?
guitar hero — vr @ the electric heart
[If you've never seen a Time Lord going through a mid-life crisis (can you even have a mid-life crisis when you're 2000 years old), now's your chance.
The Doctor has been shredding - quite literally - on the VR's version of the electric guitar all day. He's somehow found a pair of Rayban-esque sunglasses and is currently jamming out to a tune that some might recognize. Turns out that it's tied to a game that looks a lot like a familiar Earth rhythm-based game and he's doing an eerily good job of keeping up with the fast chords and beats he has to hit. By the time the song ends, the points total up on the screen announcing him as the current high score holder. While no one is playing with him (yet), there's definitely room for people to join in on another guitar (axe battle anyone?), drums, or any other instrument you fancy (is that a trombone flickering in the background?).
Maybe it isn't a visible mid-life crisis, but trust us he's definitely brooding about something because he doesn't seem the least bit pleased about securing the high score as he punches in 'Doctor Mysterio' into the name section.]
wildcard — pick your own adventure!
[The Doctor can be found in various places across the Witches Camp scavenging for parts, building things, or putting in time between the library, Central Command and studiously avoiding the infirmary. Need someone to bicker with? Do you also want to tell him his hair is unruly? He's your Time Lord.]
[ ooc: prose is absolutely welcome, I'll follow your lead. I'm also happy to throw up private top levels as a general catchall for the rest of the month. Feel free to reach out to me via journal pm or discord for plotting! ]
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He’s awful in social situations but he at least knows when to look a gift horse in the mouth. ]
Right. Auspicious. [ He pauses, a little unsure on how to proceed and figures talking about flowers at the very least is a safe topic for the time being. ] What time period are you from?
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Myself? I am from the era of warring states-- what may be its end, if those most hungry for power have their way and subjugate all those who stand against them.
[Depending on how much The Doctor knows of earth history (and Feudal Japan), he can place Rokuro at roughly the 1600 AD, which may better explain his agitation and general struggle to function on any normal level in this far away technologically-forward world.
That said, The Doctor might be surprised to see Rokuro whip out a tablet from beneath his (very short) jacket to snap a few photos of the anemones and their location in the garden. He may not be surprised to see the tablet has an interface not unlike those available on devices intended for children.
Yes, Tech has parent locked him away from the internet and all of its horrors.]
May I ask when and where you are from?
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The child locked tablet also definitely doesn't go unnoticed either ad it draws a raised eyebrow from him but he doesn't say anything otherwise. Everyone had to start somewhere with technology. ]
Gallifrey. The when is a little tricky. [ There's a pause as he mulls over whether or not to say the next bit, but then decides, what the hell. They're on an alien planet being asked to fight an alien race after all. ] I'm a time-traveler.
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I do not know Gallifrey, although it sounds similar to places I have heard of in the West.
[His brow quirks at the mention of time, but at this point he is well aware that most people are not only from different worlds, but different periods.]
Does that mean you are accustomed to all this? I have never left my land or 'time' until now, and have found it a rather jarring experience.
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[ He taps the side of his nose indicating that he was right on the money with his assumption. ]
Different worlds are more common than other universes. Connections and stability get funny when you're crossing universe streams.
[ Most people would be more sympathetic towards someone being ripped into an entirely new universe in an entirely different timeline from their own, and to some degree the Doctor does. But instead he shows it by snorting slightly. ] No, well I suspect being dropped in the middle of a futuristic cyberpunk world would be very jarring for someone from the Sengoku period. They're not very similar in terms of technologic advancement.
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[Better than sheer terror, anyway. Rokuro has been in this realm for over a month and is still learning the very basics. Without his future tether-partner, his understanding wouldn't be half as advanced.
Not that it stops Rokuro from walking into the occasional door. Really, doors should be automatic, or they shouldn't. Having both in the same facility is a recipe for chaos.
Rokuro shifts uncomfortably. Admitting ignorance doesn't come easy to him. Where he is from, he is amongst the most educated, and considered an incredibly intelligent and strategically talented individual.]
If these people were brought to my world they would struggle similarly, if not more so. I doubt most would last the week. What with their need for 'electricity' and 'antibiotics'.
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[ The Doctor had traveled with plenty of individuals that had reacted in all sorts of ways to different times and customs. Some of them had risen to the occasion. Others...not so much. Those sorts weren't usually his companions for a reason though. ]
That being said antibiotics and technology have actually done wonders for civilizations. [ He pauses. ] Well, for the most part. I suspect they might have more trouble with war lords and unfamiliarity with the customs that come along with your time.
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As for the war lords... that depends on who they encounter. Some may consider you a novelty and welcome you into their court for a time, and others might use you to test the sharpness of their blades.
[All risks faced by his own people. Feudal Japan is a harsh place. Rokuro may have been embarrassingly startled by the modern toilet, but anyone with a heavy reliance on technology would simply suffer and die in his time.
Tech tells him he should not be so hard on himself, and Rokuro is trying. It is difficult for him to accept being anything less than 'perfect', and he is not the type of man to make excuses. Least of all for himself.]
If I am able to bring modern medicine and solutions to my world, I will. I have recently started learning 'first aid', and I believe my people would find it very useful.
To put the ability to treat basic wounds in the hands of a peasant who has no access to healers, priests, or expensive tinctures may save their life, or the life of a loved one. So many die of small injuries due to infection and the common fever... it is cruel.
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I find it hard to believe that our memories are going to be preserved in some way if we leave. Anomalies like this usually result in people forgetting or only considering it a figment of some wild fever dream. Maybe you could try tattooing it on yourself.
[ It's a joke. Mostly. ]
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[Rokuro turns to look at The Doctor, crossly, if his face is any indication.]
And I will not forget. Even if the knowledge comes to me in a dream, it would not be the first time. I am from a family of priests and seers. We have retained and passed down sacred knowledge over hundreds of years.
Respectfully, you are my elder. Perhaps your experience of memory does not align with mine.