hello hello everyone it’s been eons! i’m going to attempt to write ten again (maybe) but i’ll be archiving this blog as it’s one big mess and there’s a lot of aspects that i think i can play better about him.

i dunno if anyone who follows me here is still active or wants to try writing with me again, but if so please please shoot me a message over on @bountyman​ (which has been my main rp blog for a while now) and i’ll be sure to give you the url to my new ten.

          “---Aspirin?! ASPIRIN?!” The Doctor was shouting loud enough that he was certain the entire ship could hear him, but right now disturbing someone’s sleep was the very last thing on his mind.

          “What’er you trying to do? KILL me?!” he wheezed, sweat pouring down his face. His twin hearts were beating so hard that he felt that he might very soon be sick. “Do I look like a man who needs ASPIRIN? Aspirin’s what’s wrong! Aagahh!”

          The Doctor doubled over in pain and dry-heaved, his vision going blurry.

          “No, no, no, no, no, no, no! No painkillers! What I need-- what I need is CHOCOLATE.”

          In all of the Doctor’s nine-hundred--or was it one-thousand?--plus years, he’d had done a lot of things in his lifetime. Many of them were right bone-headed, plenty of them brilliant, and some were... well, frankly pretty embarrassing. 

          This time fell under the final category.

          Yammering something to himself about 1966 San Francisco, the Doctor burst out of the TARDIS door expecting to find crowded California streets and hot mid-summer sun. Instead, he found himself on the bridge of a spaceship, looking at the stunned faces of what he could only assume were the navigators. Spinning back on his heels, he saw that his own ship had landed almost smack-dab in the centre of the bridge. It was wedged so closely to the captain’s chair that the man was practically brushing elbows with it.

          Speaking of the captain...

          “...Ah. I have made quite the entrance this time, haven’t I?” He nods awkwardly, first to the captain, then to the crew. “Carry on, then. Don’t mind me.”

        The Doctor frowned as he opened his TARDIS door, coming nose to nose with a metal wall. There was barely enough room for him to squeeze through, but, rather than trying to turn his big, police-box shaped ship around, he decided to give squeezing through a go anyway. With some effort even despite his skinny build, he pushed into the open. One look around to see just where he’d landed and he broke into a massive grin.

           “Looks like I’ve found the broom cupboard!” he laughed. Emergency equipment lined the walls and other odds and ends were placed along the base of what appeared to be a store room. It would have looked very nice and tidy if the TARDIS wasn’t wedged so tightly inside and taking up quite nearly half the space. “Let’s hope no one’ll need anything out of here for a while...”

          White trainers squeaked against metal as the Doctor spun to the door. As the door hissed open, his heart gave another little leap of delight. The old girl had landed him on another ship. By the looks of it, it was a nice ship, too, but nice ships usually were buzzing with crew members. This one seemed oddly quiet and not even his acute Time Lord hearing could pick up any activity. Nothing except--- Oh, hang on.

           A pleasant chime rang somewhere to his left. Striding over, the Doctor realized it was some a lift and the door was just about to open.

          Well, best make a good impression then, he thought. Smoothing down his suit jacket and straightening his tie, the Doctor’s face lit up in the most excited smile he could muster just as the door hissed open.

          “Huuuuullo, there!”

outofsonics;

Doing a bit of reading & writing exercises to get my muse back in gear. In the meantime, you can probably find me here.

outofsonics;

The more I do to revive this blog, the more excited I get about it. I really missed traipsing around the universe with friends.

Like this for a (probably) short starter?

url change!

forgot to post this earlier WHOOPS

thelonelytimetraveller >> bluepinstripes

          With a loud pop like the sound of a very loud firecracker setting off, the TARDIS doors flew open. Smoke billowed from inside and the Doctor stumbled out. His hair stuck up in all directions and his face was spotted with smudges of grease, making him look either like the universe’s most frazzled mechanic. At the moment, it wasn’t too far from the truth.

          As soon as the Doctor righted himself, he spun back around and ran at the door, but the TARDIS had already shut herself tight, locking him out. He smacked against the paneling with a huff.

          “Right, and you couldn’t wait to activate your self-repair programme ‘til I’d come back in?” he complained. The TARDIS, of course, didn’t respond. The Doctor shoved his fingers through his hair and ruffled, making him look even more of a mess. At this rate, his little holiday trip to the planet Mere would have to be put on hold for the time being. Now it seemed that his best open was to wander--hopefully into a person or a map or a sign--and find out just where he had made his impromptu landing. Perhaps he’d even find an ice cream parlour while he was at it. He could really kill a nice big raspberry ripple right about now...

          “Heeellooooooooo? Anyone about?”

          “Oh, lovely! I don’t think I’ve ever been here before,” the Doctor chimed. With a particular brightness in his step, he hopped out the TARDIS door, grinning like a kid on Christmas Day. “Love it when I land in places I’ve never been!”

          The world outside the TARDIS was gloomy in contrast with the Doctor’s mood. Dark clouds hung low in the sky and the air felt thick and hot, the same sort of mugginess that comes after a heavy summer rain. Beneath their feet, large plants with fleshy leaves and clusters of some sort of purple flower grew low to the ground. Around them--- well, it was really hard to tell. It seemed the TARDIS had landed smack dab in a clearing, and tall trees bridled with vines encircled them with such density that he could see nothing between them but shadow.

          The Doctor slid his hands into his pockets and hummed. “Nope. Definitely never’ve been here before. Baking hot, though. Should’ve really invested in one of those travel fans back on Centauri-Six... Rose!” He twisted his head around with a grin. “Earth, alien, or other? What’cha bet? Give ya a hint, it probably isn’t ‘other’.”