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witchesreign2010-06-16 03:47 am
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[ Oh, the Doctor didn't waste any time once he was settled in.He'd have to explore every inch of this place, and if he didn't achieve all of that today, well, he'd skip some classes. (Except not.) He still couldn't believe that he had to take some classes--did they still lecture? It'd been ages since he'd been in a classroom. In a real, proper classroom, as a student. What was it, ohh... 800 years? About. Yes, about. The last time he had been in a classroom as a teacher, that'd been... with Rose, as his tenth incarnation. Amazing, that was, how time flies. The Doctor walked around the Garden, looking at the faces of students as they passed by.
Yes, yes, he already looked like a professor. He was well aware.
Oh--and he'd have to resort to calling himself John Smith again. Oh, that was annoying. John Smith, John Smith, John Smith--sometimes, he wondered, if he should pick another ambiguous name. Dr. John Smith, maybe he could trade it in. ]
Nooo, what if I forget? That wouldn't do.
[ he muttered to himself, before quickening his steps, hands shoved into his tweed jacket. ]
Well, best to learn the territory before I make any rash decisions--wait. [ was choosing to be a teacher a rash decision? ... probably. ] Probably... too late. Maybe.
Yes, yes, he already looked like a professor. He was well aware.
Oh--and he'd have to resort to calling himself John Smith again. Oh, that was annoying. John Smith, John Smith, John Smith--sometimes, he wondered, if he should pick another ambiguous name. Dr. John Smith, maybe he could trade it in. ]
Nooo, what if I forget? That wouldn't do.
[ he muttered to himself, before quickening his steps, hands shoved into his tweed jacket. ]
Well, best to learn the territory before I make any rash decisions--wait. [ was choosing to be a teacher a rash decision? ... probably. ] Probably... too late. Maybe.
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It's actually possible in some realities. We don't usually mess with history, though.
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[ oh, god, usually? is it in the way he messes with history, or the bad way? ]
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Giant robot army I mentioned before. Near indestructible, super-strong, super-fast, only interested in destroying everything that isn't one of them. Used time travel to remove their "one flaw" then took over a planet and killed everyone.
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Don't tell me I lost you already... hey! Wake up!
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You know, if you're supposed to be from somewhere boring, you could at least use the word "wow" and say something like "all we get my side of reality is a talking doorknob"!
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[ it's said flatly, as he scratches the back of his head. ]
There.
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So what are you doing here, anyway? You don't look much like a cadet - not that anyone else does. You've not been shoved into the shelter, have you?
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[ he breathes in as he asks, brushing his bangs out of his face. ]
Set up to be a teacher after a few months.
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Teaching what?
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Chemistry and Philosophy.
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Riiight. Well, if you want to look normal in a school full of weirdos, that's your business.
I guess it'll be a while before you actually get to teaching, though. I might have qualified by then, assuming I haven't gone home already.
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[ he'll ignore the skepticism, shrugging it off. he'll stay undercover as long as he needs to. ]
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So I guess... I'll see you around.
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