likesimpossible: (- Cannot forget)
The Doctor (10) ([personal profile] likesimpossible) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2014-08-09 07:29 am

There's such a fine line between the things that you are

Who: The Tenth Doctor and open.
Where: Starting out in the Doctor's room on the sixth floor and going from there.
When: Throughout the event.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Event catch-all post.
The Story:

August 9, morning

The Doctor doesn't sleep, not usually, and when he does, it's only for a bit at a time, maybe just an hour or two. There's far too much to do to waste time on sleep, especially when he barely needs it at all. That's one of the key differences between himself as a Time Lord and humans.

But this morning, the Doctor's sprawled out on his bed, and from the looks of things, it's been more than an hour since he fell asleep. Of course, even with that, he's still a light sleeper, so soon enough, he stirs and opens his eyes.

"Well, that was a bit longer than I'd intended. What time is it, then?" He muses to himself as he sits up and swings his long legs over the side of the bed. But just as he's asked that question, he freezes in place and his eyes widen.

"What-?"

Suddenly, all thought of having a leisurely wake-up goes flying right out of the Doctor's head, replaced by the panicked realization that something is wrong. Standing up, he grabs his coat off the stand in the room (he fell into bed fully dressed, so there's no need to see to that), and all but flings open his door, stepping out into the hallway.

Oh, thank the stars, there's someone coming around the corner right now. It doesn't matter who it is, just that it's a person, and right now, the Doctor has a very important question to ask them. He approaches at a rapid clip, and once they're in speaking distance, he puts forward his question.

"Erm, excuse me, but I was wondering: are you feeling quite all right this morning? Did you notice anything strange at all when you woke up? It's very important that you tell me, if you can."

Because as far as the Doctor can tell, he's just been turned into a human somehow, and well, it's startling, to say the least.

August 9th to 11th, anywhere

Now that the initial shock has faded, and the Doctor's mostly worked through his panic about finding himself completely human but still retaining memories of being anything but that, he's actually relatively relaxed.

Granted, it's strange and he really dislikes the limitations that being in a human body has imposed on him, but other than that, it's really not so terrible.

At least, it wouldn't have been terrible if this were an ordinary stretch of time in the mansion, but as luck would have it, there's a resurgence of angels and demons wandering about, and honestly, the Doctor's not sure how to deal with that.

Hiding in his room seems like cowardice, but going out to face them seems just a bit dangerous, now that his normal defenses are gone.

So, what is a man to do in a situation like this? Well, clearly, the answer is to find a happy medium between the two options. And for the Doctor, that translates into spending a lot of time in the library, or in the kitchen, or walking through the mansion grounds, while keeping on the alert for any unwanted company. Said alertness tempers any enjoyment he might have gotten normally, but that's just how it's going to have to be. Oh, and of course, there's the bit about how he's got people here he needs to keep an eye on, which is one of the first things he attempts doing: locating Martha and Rose, but also Jack and Ianto.

Figures the lot of them would have gotten themselves spread out. There really aren't enough hours in the day for this sort of thing.
killjoyteaboy: (eyebrow of doubt)

[August 9, afternoon-ish?]

[personal profile] killjoyteaboy 2014-08-09 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianto's travelling through the mansion gardens at just shy of an actual jog, swearing under his breath, when he rounds the corner of a flowerbed and barely avoids barreling directly into the Doctor. He catches himself against the brickwork.

"Sorry!" he says, slightly breathless, and straightens up again, craning his neck to stare past the other man. "--Sorry, but you haven't seen Jack go this way, have you?"

Normally Ianto wouldn't be feeling the need to stick close to Jack's side all the time -- and Jack was just as unamused by it now, he thought, as he would've been on any normal day -- but there was something really wrong with him today. For one thing, he seemed to think he was a demon.

And he'd had an obnoxiously easy time of it giving Ianto the slip, which accounted for the scowl that was growing on Ianto's face as he failed to see anyone in a big blue coat lurking among the flowers.
killjoyteaboy: (tossed-off comment)

[personal profile] killjoyteaboy 2014-08-09 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, unfortunately he thinks he's a demon and I'm trying to make sure he doesn't do anything he'll regret when all this wears off," Ianto says, and checks back the way he'd came just in case Jack's crossing his own trail.

(All right, the honest way to put it -- considering Jack's all time favourite deadly sin -- is not anything, it's anyone. Not that he needs to get into that, thanks very much.)

"He's fine otherwise," he adds, pauses, and eyes the Doctor. "You, er. It didn't affect you, did it?"

He certainly doesn't seem to be sprouting wings or slinking about being all smug in a way Ianto is starting to identify as demonic. That's good, isn't it?

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selfrespecting: (shocked)

[August 9, morning]

[personal profile] selfrespecting 2014-08-09 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
There's already been an announcement that an event's started, right on schedule, and so Martha's kept her wits about her. She's been left out of it this time around, thankfully, but there are a lot of people scattered around who will think themselves angels or demons, and she can only hope that the warnings about a possible Apocalypse won't come to any kind of fruition.

As she wanders down the sixth floor hallway, Martha doesn't actually expect to run into the Doctor. How often is he actually in his room? Not often, is the answer, not unless he's raiding his closet for the materials to make some contraption or another.

So when she practically walks right into him and he speaks to her in startled, sped-up language, Martha takes a half-step back and stares at him in concern.

Soon enough, instinct kicks in and she draws close to him to place each of her hands on each of his arms and hold him in place. "Strange? Not for me, no, but I heard that some people around here have been changed. Are you... are you all right?"

Does he think himself some kind of holy or sinful being now? Martha has a hard time picturing the Doctor as either, honestly, but mainly she just wants to calm him down if she can.
selfrespecting: (sad smile)

[personal profile] selfrespecting 2014-08-11 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Any time that the Doctor draws his hand through his hair like that, it tends to be a bad sign. When he announces the he's missing one heart, Martha lets the entire implication set in. It's not like that time in which one of his hearts stopped on him. No, this event has decided to make him human.

Granted, that's not something they haven't dealt with before, although that time the Doctor had thought he was supposed to be human. It's got to be a lot more upsetting when he's well aware of all the changes and how jarring they must be.

"For some reason, Wonderland decided to overlook me this time around," she says with a frown. She should be happy for that, but it doesn't seem like she can accept any good deed here. There's always another shoe that's going to drop, isn't there?

"Too bad, really. If they made me an angel, maybe I could have protected you." Martha winks at him. It's a joke, of course, but she can only imagine that with divine status comes divine power.

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radiopalkiller: (I really- I just- what the hell?!)

morning action;

[personal profile] radiopalkiller 2014-08-09 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Philip does sleep, erratically, occasionally, and probably less than most other all-human, pre-death people could or should, but he counted a reasonable-ish five hours that night, and hasn't felt any worse for it. The morning run felt a bit sluggish, granted, but everybody's got their off days, and so far it didn't seem worth thinking about.

Breakfast, now that was a much better place for thoughts to head, which is why Philip was about to head to the kitchen when he barely-just-not-literally-runs into the Doctor again, and doesn't even get a chance to do the fancy seeing you again spiel before--

"Uhhhstrange? Strange how? I don't think, um... everything all right with you?"

You look upset, is what he wants to add, but years of rigid television watching have taught him that an upset Doctor equals bad news, so he decides that he very decidedly is probably hopefully wrong about his impression.
radiopalkiller: (looks unfriendly)

[personal profile] radiopalkiller 2014-08-09 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right, that's-" good to hear? It would be, if Philip was more convinced that the Doctor actually sounded sure of it, but again, impressions, more power to denial, he is probably really fine, completely fine. "-good to hear."

...Oh, right.

"And, um, Philip. Yes, that's the one. I'm... not either of those last time I checked, but I didn't-- Wait, we're having an apocalypse?"

He frowns. And sounds less 'uncomprehending terror' and more 'paying unreasonably high prices for petrol on the way to the dentist after a long day of work' about the possibility.

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jivitadana: (> ♪ Teneramente...)

[personal profile] jivitadana 2014-08-09 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
While the Doctor so happened to wander past a few of the trees around the mansion grounds, he may have spotted a strange shadow that didn't look like part of the foliage at all. Minato had been sitting on a branch as he enjoyed the weather and this vantage point where he could watch over whoever passed by.

Minato didn't stay up there for too long though when he saw someone he knew. He made his way down, and then followed after the Doctor.

"Hi, Sensei." Minato smiled a little, his expression showing some concern. "Is everything all right?" The Doctor looked jittery or tense.
jivitadana: (> ♪ Accarezzévole...)

[personal profile] jivitadana 2014-08-10 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Such was the advantages to being supernatural. Somehow it made it easier to go places undetected, even in this host body.

But him? As a demon? Heavens no. The thought made Minato smile though as he could hardly imagine himself as one, though it might not have been so far out of someone else's imagination to assume he might be one.

"Then I suppose you might be able to live with it."

He didn't exactly answer the Doctor directly, but that should've been a good enough hint. He did look the Doctor over, taking in his body language and just his general expression.

"Are you afraid of something? Is it because something's different?"

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august 10, hallway

[personal profile] braiding 2014-08-10 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Finnick doesn't like the mansion much. It reminds him of the Capitol, of all the hotels he had been bought and sold within, rooms he hadn't spent a dime on, but had to enjoy, nonetheless, for the luxury within the Capitol wasn't present within the comfortable sand of District 4. He wanders into the mansion to spend time in his room, designed like a beach hut than anything like the hotel rooms that have come to almost define Finnick Odair, and to steal food from the kitchen. Most of his days are spent on the beach, waiting for that dinghy to bring Annie toward him, her either rowing with ferocity to return to him, or her merely drifting, creeping up to the shore as she had done so many years ago.

Unaffected, and slightly oblivious, to the event coating Wonderland, Finnick spends his days being incredibly mundane. Sitting on the beach, feeling as normal as he had the day prior to the angels and demons falling from the heavens and surfacing from the hells, the only strange thing about Finnick is him opting to not be shirtless, or spend his early afternoon spearing fish and cooking them over a fire.

Wearing a loose-fitted shirt, Finnick's without his trident, having left it in his room to gather some lunch to take to the beach, when he glances over his shoulder. With his vision slightly impaired, taking in the shadows of the wall, hearing sounds he can't quite catch the creator of, he walks straight into the Doctor within the hallway. His hands immediately come to wrap around the other man's upper arms as his attention is sharply turned upon him. "Sorry —" He smiles, something true, those peacock feathers of his lowering just slightly around a man who seems quite familiar. "Doctor," he says, tone so warm it could rival that of the sun. "Hope I didn't bruise you."
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[personal profile] braiding 2014-08-10 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Finnick glances down at his arms, fingers trailing along his elbow. "Perhaps a sprain in my wrist," he says, flicking said wrist. Glancing up at him, he laughs, shaking his head. "No. I'm glad I ran into you, though. I thought we could practice for another performance," he says, mouth curving upward slowly in a gentle mocking of their own egos being displayed for all to see. It seems as though only events toss them together, Finnick staying near the beach, and the Doctor wandering about on his own adventures — as Finnick had always assumed he partook in.

Now that he had literally bumped into someone he was slowly considering a friend, Finnick thinks to change his course for the day, and not take to the kitchens alone, isolating himself further by keeping the fish of the beach company rather than that of a possible companion.

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[personal profile] thepointisdolphins 2014-08-10 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Crowley is on the sixth floor by accident. Well, not really by accident. More like he made the mistake of leaving his room a little while ago and immediately regretted it. Everyone and their mum seems to want a piece of the ex-demon. Thank Someone none of them seem to remember whatever usual grudges they have against him, but that doesn't mean people aren't coming after him. He always wondered what would happen if suddenly the human race was reduced to a fraction of its size, and this is the answer--every last angel and demon in existence trying to claim every soul, to the point of fighting over even just one.

As if being human wasn't annoying enough already. There's all these weird bodily functions and all this bloody free will and for the love of Someone, Crowley actually has insomnia for the first time in his life. Being human sucks. It especially sucks when a demon and an angel decide to chase you through the mansion sending nauseating waves of temptation and grace, respectively, in your direction. And it especially sucks when you remember that humans have these things called lungs that have to actually work in order to keep you standing.

So after he's lost his pursuers and has blacked out a little at the top of the stairs, he's currently wandering the sixth floor with a pounding headache and aching muscles and wishing he could just set the whole bloody place on fire. And that's about when he spots the Doctor heading for the stairs.

And being an avid Doctor Who fan, Crowley is 99% sure that the Doctor has ended up either a really powerful angel or a really powerful demon.

"Oh, bloody Hell. Heaven. Manchester, whatever." He points vaguely at the Doctor, still rather out of breath. "You can kindly keep your distance, thank you very much."
thepointisdolphins: (angel pls stahp)

[personal profile] thepointisdolphins 2014-08-10 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Crowley regards the Doctor through narrowed eyes from the top of the stairs. Not that he'd be able to tell, since Crowley is still wearing his sunglasses. Best to let people still think he's a demon if they see him from a distance. Also he is tacitly ignoring how disturbing it is to look in the mirror and see plain old ordinary brown human eyes staring back.

Also he's not going to sit down thank you very much, but he is going to lean slightly against this wall. Because...it's a nice wall. It looks like it would be nice to lean against. That's all. Not because he's about to faint.

"I'm perfectly fine. And you? Angel? Demon? Either way, I've had quite enough of that nonsense for one day."

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no_eels: (♚ full body)

August 10th

[personal profile] no_eels 2014-08-10 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Scents changing on Toothless is an odd thing. Disorienting. He doesn't like it. And all of the sudden, it's happened to quite a few people Toothless is familiar with. He'd been gaining a grasp of the vikings in the mansion, and now he almost feels back to square one.

Toothless is distracted when he catches sight of the viking who had played with him on the beach. It's not surprising, at this point, that he can't put his metaphorical thumb on the viking's scent. Like the others, most of it is intact — but there's a strange, mild note where the scent used to be strange.

Rumbling, he approaches the viking. This has been a very strange weekend, and it's only just beginning.
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[personal profile] no_eels 2014-08-11 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Toothless stops a few steps in front of the Doctor, blinking, making a higher-pitched rumbling in confusion before he gives his head a single shake. No, he's just the same as he's always been, really. He can't say the same for a lot of people, all of a sudden.

But the Nightfury is untouched by whatever's going on.

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