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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.
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.
[August 9, afternoon-ish?]
"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.
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Said feelings are exacerbated just a bit when he and Ianto practically collide with each other. "Ianto, what-" The Doctor breaks off his startled response. "No, I haven't seen Jack. Why, is he alright?"
He's gathered that Ianto and Jack are close, but unless something really is wrong with the other man, he can't quite work out why Ianto would be tearing about the place at the rate that he is.
"This doesn't have something to do with that announcement that went up the other day, does it?"
Said announcement from Crowley was enlightening, if not vaguely concerning.
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(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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No, this is very bad. It's worse than bad, and it's even worse than the revelation he's already had about himself being turned into a human again.
Whatever implications Ianto's not voicing, the Doctor thinks he already knows what those are, and he realizes now that he and Ianto might well be on the same page, at least as far as Jack is concerned.
"Two people might be able to cover more ground, if you wanted some help," he says, by way of offering his assistance. "And, well, about that... I think- no, I'm certain of it. I've been turned into a human."
It's better than being a demon, he supposes, but only by a little.
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[August 9, morning]
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.
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"Oh, people've been changed, most definitely." He runs a hand through his hair, causing it to stand on end and stick up in all directions. "Martha, I've- Well, I mean to say, I've only got one heart."
She's bound to know what that means, or at least he hopes she will. Why this is rattling him so much, he's not quite sure. That last event in which everyone became students had rendered him human, but then again, they didn't have the threat of demons to contend with.
"I suppose it's better than being turned into an angel or demon, but I wasn't anticipating this." And that's another thing that bothers him: for all his warnings he's given to people to be prepared for anything, he's not exactly living up to them at the moment.
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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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"Well, you're lucky, Martha, and honestly, I'm glad that you're not a demon. I suppose I could've managed it if you were an angel, but anything else and I really wouldn't know what to do."
Well, that's not quite true. He'd figure something out, but still, he's relieved to learn that she's not been changed.
"I suppose it could be dangerous, being like this, but no more dangerous than it is for you." What he means is, there's danger all the time, especially for humans, but for the most part, Martha's managed alright, so why shouldn't he do the same?
He's just got to keep his nose down and not attract trouble, which is a bit harder than it seems, especially for him. But of course, things aren't so intolerable that he can't manage a smile for her. "So, aside from this nonsense, how are you doing?"
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morning action;
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.
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So that's what's got him out in the hall, just starting to walk somewhere, anywhere that's not his room, when he all but walks into someone. "Oh, sorry. It's Philip, right?" He remembers seeing him occasionally in the mornings, running or otherwise exercising.
"And yes, I'm fine. Completely fine." Except for the bit about how he's been made human for a second time in a rather short time frame, but that's completely irrelevant. "What about you? Evidently there's some business going on concerning angels and demons and avoiding bringing on the Apocalypse. You're still yourself, aren't you?"
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...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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"No, thankfully, we're not, and it doesn't even seem possible, not without the... What was it again?" He rubs his chin trying to recall the exact wording. "Oh, yes, not without the Antichrist, and I don't believe we've got one of those running about."
That's all they need on top of everything else. "I wonder what might happen if the apocalypse did occur, though." Would Wonderland disappear in a blaze of fire and brimstone? It's not really a thought he wants to entertain, except for that blasted curiosity of his.
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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.
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What he was, though, was preoccupied, so he missed that shadow that was cast over onto the grass. In fact, he had no idea anyone was there at all, at least not until Minato left his perch and spoke up.
"Oh, Minato, hello." If the slight slump of the Doctor's shoulders was anything to go by, he really wasn't feeling too pleased with this turn of events, nor with this event itself, although he still managed a smile for his friend.
"I hope you're not about to tell me you've become a demon. An angel, I might be able to live with, but as for the other? That's a bit harder to digest."
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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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"That's good, then, yes."
No, it was. A little of the tension in his shoulders dissipated when he heard Minato say that. "I'm not afraid of anything, but something is different. I'm not an angel or a demon, just a human."
At least this was an event, and so it was only temporary. That was the thing the Doctor was focusing on most right now.
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august 10, hallway
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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He fills up his days by talking to people and making connections and friendships, but in the moments in between, he's just very discontented.
But aside from that, it hasn't been completely terrible. Until a couple of days ago, at least, when he woke up and realized with a start that everything that made him a Time Lord had been taken and altered into a human's physiology. It's left him in a bit of a stupor, though, even two days later, so it's by accident that he collides with Finnick. "Oh, Finnick, hello again." He shakes his head, a smile coming to his face as well.
"No, no bruises. I'm fine. What about you? Everything alright?"
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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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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."
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For one thing, he actually needs sleep for the first time in about 900-odd years, and for another, his binary vascular system has been downgraded to just a single vascular system, which has been a right headache trying to adjust to.
So, all things considered, he's really not any better off than Crowley is at the moment, which is not improved by said ex-demon turning up at him and ordering him to keep his distance.
"Oi, what's gotten into you?" But he does as he's ordered and stays standing where he is. He's all but useless now, with no extraordinary powers or anything, so Crowley's warning is definitely a little bit baffling. "Maybe you'd better sit down, by the way." Maybe it's just him, but Crowley doesn't look well at the moment.
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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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August 10th
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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He startles just a bit when he hears that rumbling, but as soon as he spots the dragon (not really a difficult thing to do), he relaxes.
"Oh, hello again! Wait a minute, you haven't gone and changed too, have you?"
Now that would be scary, not to mention completely confusing.
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But the Nightfury is untouched by whatever's going on.
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