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"Hello! This is the Doctor and I have a phone. I probably won't answer it, but that's what answering machines are for. Leave a message. If it's important, remember to include your name, location and date including the year. It cuts down on working out when you are if I have to drop in at short notice."


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TARDIS in The Park - Friday Morning

Time to go then.

The Doctor had done all he could here for now. He was going to work this place out, but not in this time period. Maybe a hundred years ahead would do when he got back around to poking at the island.

For now though, he had other plans. He fished the blue envelope out of his jacket pocket. TARDIS blue, Earth postmarks with a card inside detailing a date, a time and a longitude and latitude. That was worth taking a look.

"Well, dear," he said to the TARDIS, placing his hand against the side of it. He looked up at the school, wondering what trouble it would bring its occupants this year. "Time to go."

[OOC: Open! The Doctor's last. If you think you would have received a phone call from him saying he's off and to come and say goodbye, you did. Even if you don't know him. He got a bit excited with dialling numbers.]
It wasn't often that the Doctor stayed in one place for so long. There were exceptions to the rule. Fandom was one such exception because he was still trying to figure out how it worked and, well, look, it was too complicated to explain in narrative. Needless to say, the Doctor coped with this whole settling in one place thing by disappearing on a regular basis. That was why you could never be too sure whether you would find the TARDIS in the park on any given day.

Today, the TARDIS definitely was not there.

The Oval Office of the White House hadn't changed all that much over the decades of the 21st century. There were different paintings hung on the walls, the occasional adjustment to the carpeting and improvements made to the security systems, but otherwise it looked like it usually did.

The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and closed the door behind him with his usual casualness. The difference between this stop and at least 80% of his other stops was that when he turned around after pocketing his key, the room was full of secret service agents pointing guns at him. Usually it was other people pointing guns at him.

"Hello!" he said, greeting them all with his standard amount of cheer. "I'm the Doctor. I'm here to see the President."
There was a ship falling from the sky and 4003 people, including Amy and Rory, plummeting to their death. There was a planet with clouds that had to be tamed by man, and that man's elderly son sitting in a comfortable chair in his comfortable home, refusing to save 4003 people plummeting to their death.

Thankfully for those 4003 people, there was a Time Lord named the Doctor with a vested interest in their survival, a blue time machine and a flair for recklessness when it came to history.

Spoilers galore for A Christmas Carol, the 2010 Doctor Who Christmas specialCollapse )
The thing about a TARDIS was that, as many people had pointed out before, it was bigger on the inside. In fact, it was ridiculously gigantic on the inside. It was also rather old as far as TARDISes went and the Doctor hadn't exactly been running it to its recommended specifications. With the giganticness and the age, that meant that things broke down from time to time and some of those times, to get to the thing that broke in order to fix it, you had to go to the far end of the pool, bypass the library and use the proper route to end up in the right area instead of the closet.

A lot of paths in the TARDIS led to the closet.

All of this busy work was exactly why the Doctor hadn't noticed the Labyrinth popping up around the TARDIS. Oh, sure, the proximity alarm went off, but that went off every time a squirrel threw nuts in the TARDIS' general direction.

When the Doctor opened the door to head up to the school in order to teach his class, he found himself face to face with a wall of shrubbery.

He promptly closed the door and re-opened it to see if that had a different result. Nope. Leaves and twigs and other things used in topiary blocked his way.

"Personal space," the Doctor protested at the hedge. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and scanned the Labyrinth. "Oh, no you don't." It was making that annoying noise that suggested magic or, as the Doctor preferred, 'Fandom's annoying forces that were unexplainable as of right now' to leave himself open to change the definition.

The door slammed shut and he returned to the centre console to fire up the engine. The TARDIS remained silent, not making the WHOOOOOSH WHOOOOSH sound he liked so much.

"Fine." He wasn't sulking, really, but he looked like he was. "Where did I put my plasma saw?"


[OOC: No Boom-De-Yada Science class today due to a stuck Doctor. Exam next week!]

The Park Near the TARDIS - Sunday

The Doctor was again not in his office, though the note directing people here was still up there. He was in the park, back in his deck chair, alone. River Song was not present or accounted for. Needless to say, despite the miserable weather, the Doctor was relaxing in his chair with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. He wasn't asleep. He was simply enjoying the freedom from feeling like something was going to go horribly wrong and the universe would implode if he stepped with the wrong foot first.

It wasn't going to last long.
The Doctor had noticed new people on the island. He was just busy. You know, busy, that thing he was when he wanted to ignore something. Then morning came and he suddenly wasn't busy. That was why he was sitting out on the grass in his deck chair wearing sunglasses and enjoying a drink with a little umbrella. Yes, it was morning. No, there was no alcohol in it. He was a teacher. He was supposed to set an example or something. Then there was that part about meeting parents (which he was never really fond of), which was why there was a handwritten note on the door of his office informing anyone who wanted to see him to come to the park and look for the big blue box.

That would be the time machine posing as a big blue box that he was sitting next to.

[OOC: As open as open can be!]

The Park - 10:49am Tuesday Morning

The Doctor was rather pleased with himself for sorting a few Founding Fathers out. Hamilton and Madison had turned out to be fairly decent at holding their own, though he could have done without the smoldering glances and unresolved tension between the two. Still, their little steampunk adventure worked out well in the end and American history continued the way it was supposed to. All in a day's work.

He was also very pleased with himself for being back in time to teach his class, which was why the TARDIS arrived back in the park where it had been before at exactly 10:49am. Though being on time shouldn't have been a problem for a man with a time machine that looked like a big blue box, it was of late and so this was an achievement he was going to revel in.

Right after he made a dash for the Danger Shop so he could gloat about being on time. He'd worry about why the place felt different later.

[OOC: Establishy]

The TARDIS in the Park, Tuesday Night

The Doctor hadn't been expecting company. So much so that he hadn't actually been wearing pants when there came a knock on the TARDIS door. He turned the music off, put his pants back on and answered the door.

It was the postman.

Being nice to postman always paid off. "Hello! You're working a bit late, aren't you?"

The postman offered a letter and made the Doctor sign for it.

"Have a good evening!" the Doctor called after him, then closed the door and tore open the letter.

He read it. Then he read it again. Then he checked the envelope. It was address to the Doctor, TARDIS, Park, Fandom, MD. That was a rather specific to try to find him considering no one knew he was here. Well, no one that he'd told yet. Then he checked the sender's address, the sender being one Alexander Hamilton.

"Good thing you date your letters, Alex," he said, bounding back to the TARDIS centre console to fire up the engines. "Or I'd have to make your life infinitely more complicated until I got the right time."

With the usual wheezing groaning sound it made, the TARDIS faded out of existence in the park as if it had never been there at all.

[OOC: He'll be back next week, but the TARDIS is not in the park until then!]