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[when the Sphere turns on, as it is wont to do at the most inappropriate times, it shows...the Doctor fast asleep somewhere in the forest, his body lying in the mud where a fallen log used to be until it disappeared out from under him. he, however, is very much unconscious and unaware of the sudden loss of his resting place or of his favourite tie from right around his neck. the past week's events have driven him to such a point of exhaustion--both physical and very much mental--that even the Time Lord couldn't resist succumbing to that bothersome need to let his body rest.]

[however, there's a sudden hiss of static and a couple clicking noises as an audio recording, which he made in a moment of foresight in case he did pass out, begins to play:]

"Curious things, this weather, that ship, and Commander Orion and his crew, aren't they? I could say I'm surprised by the passenger manifest--but I'm not. Though, I am interested to see if that list is updated when we get any other new arrivals after this point. Something tells me that whomever or whatever's behind this is far from finished. Makes me wonder if...

Anyway, what concerns me right now is what he said about two months ago and an unforeseen emergency... Now, I don't know about some of you, but...my memories of this ship go back much farther than that. And I never heard of any such man named Commander Orion until he did his first broadcast two weeks ago. As far as the unforeseen emergency goes, well. I'll explain later."


[Filtered message to those "questioned" a few nights ago:]
"Now...no amount of apologising can or will ever change the fact that what I did to you was both cruel and a violation of your privacy. I had no right doing what I did, even if at the time it felt like the right thing that had to be done.

I'm the Doctor and I save people, worlds, and entire universes; that's what I do. Only my methods, this time, were out of line and twisted by the atmosphere of paranoia sweeping throughout the planet.

But...what's done is done. I've broken the bonds of trust with those I knew and with those I'd yet to meet properly. If you wanted to seek revenge on me for what I did or run in the other direction if you see me, then do so.

Just know that I'm sorry, so very sorry for what I did."


[Filtered to Ollie and Lara:]
"And to you two, especially. I know I've already apologised to you, Ollie, but you wouldn't be in the state you're in if I hadn't tied you up. Don't argue with me further about this, either.

Lara...well, you know what I mean to say."

[the message ends, and he's none the wiser of it having played as he turns onto his side.]


[ooc: Feel free to wake him up!]

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[bit_impossible]

See? I'm not one of those kind of doctors.

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Then what kind are you?

[bit_impossible]

A doctor of everything. I'm the Doctor, after all.

But not of the kind that mistreats little girls.

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

[okay, that earns a sulk]

I'm not little.

[bit_impossible]

Okay... [searches for another term] How about young ladies?

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

[perks up]

Okay!

[bit_impossible]

[he smiles] Good!

Why are you afraid of these other doctors? Did they hurt you?

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

[nods]

They cut you open and give you shots. I don't like it even if it doesn't hurt.

[bit_impossible]

[his smile fades]

But they make you go to sleep first before they do this, right? Were you ill?

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

[headshakes]

If I didn't wouldn't be good 'nough. I-I was asleep usually.

[bit_impossible]

Then...they were experimenting on you?

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

That's how I got made. Is that bad?

[bit_impossible]

[is surprised by this] Well, no, it's not bad. After all, you wouldn't be here now.

But what reason did they have to create you? Though, I should ask who created you first before I start asking why.

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

To be a a perfect soldier. I dunno who made, they were just...the men.

[bit_impossible]

A soldier? [frowns at that and mumbles to himself] Why must it be for war that such a life is created?

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...Is it okay for me to be here?

[bit_impossible]

Of course it is! Why wouldn't it be?

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'Cause I was made...for war.

[bit_impossible]

What someone was made for or bred to do doesn't dictate that person's life. The important part is that you have a choice. There's always a better option out there. You might have been created to fight in a war, but perhaps your true calling lies in floral arrangements or...discovering new life in the oceans or up in the outer reaches of the universe.

You don't have to go along with the destiny that's been decided for you. Those rules can always be broken.

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[she doesn't totally understand but she nods and fiddles with the bottom of her shirt as she listens. He seems to talk like he's right]

[bit_impossible]

[totally doesn't realise he's talking over her head and simply smiles encouragingly when he's done.]

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

[smiles back at him! He seems like a nice man]

[bit_impossible]

So Haruhi, when did you arrive?

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

A few days ago.

[bit_impossible]

Only that long? [he's relieved to hear it wasn't longer than that.] Well, at least we're about to be rescued. Some of us have been here for well over a month!