050 years late

[hulloeverything]

[It's very disconcerting to wake up and realize you can't see. It's another entirely to realize it's due to a helmet that's apparently stuck backwards onto your own head.

Upon further inspection Eleven discovers that it isn't just a helmet. He's stuck inside an entire space suit, an impact suit from the feel of it. Right. so that solves the what. Now for the why and how.

Ah ha. Yes. Only one answer for that, now isn't there? The castle. What day is it, anyway? Oooooh right. How kind of it to remind him of the two long years since his TARDIS materialized here. Two years filled with friends, companions, enemies and losses... including this one, apparently.

He bumbles around the console room... tripping over the pilot's seat twice... trying to find the door. Eventually he finds his way out into the room proper in the hopes of getting into his other self's TARDIS and see if he can do anything so he can at least SEE. That feels about right. Ah, there's the latch. Now to get the door open. That wasn't so hard, was it? He moves to step through the door... and falls straight out the window he'd so courteously opened for himself.

Anyone outside today will be treated to the sight of a man in a space suit falling out of a window on the fifth floor and tumbling straight to the ground.]

((ooc: Loss start! Anyone wanna help a brother out? Oh, uh, and backdated to yesterday, the 23rd.))

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[squirrelhunter]

[Someone falling from the fifth...

Daryl just stares at the falling figure for a moment, before getting up from the log where he was whittling something, and running over, coming to the figures side.

...And he gets nudged with a boot.]

[hulloeverything]

[Eleven moves his arms and groans slightly]

What was that?

[squirrelhunter]

...

[Another nudge with the boot.]

How th'fuck did ya survive that fall? Some sorta robot?

[hulloeverything]

Robot? No, whatever'd give you that idea?

[He slowly sits up, one hand to the helmet] No, this is just an impact suit. Any injuries I've sustained will be mended by the suit itself. Where am I, anyway? Did I... no, I fell out the window, didn't I... [sigh]

[squirrelhunter]

...

[Stare.]

Impact what?

[psych0p0mps]

[So Aradia's still moseying about the castle today. Well, as long as she's here, why not pay a visit to her Doctor? Maybe he'll have a good idea where to put this transportalizer.

She finds the door to 514 ajar and pokes her head in... just in time to see someone drop out the window and wow that sure does not look on purpose. With a short exclamation, she dashes to the window after the strange figure, and catches him with a time stop before he can hit the ground.]

Phew! Just in time... [beat] Wow, no, that was lame.

[Okay yeah she'll just pull him back up to the window telekinetically and hope nobody heard that awful pun.]

[hulloeverything]

[Eleven shakes his head, the helmet bobbing from side to side]

Is that Aradia? What was that?

[hulloeverything]

suit! Think of it like a specialized space suit.

[squirrelhunter]

...

[Riiiiiight]

You new here?

[Because that's the only reason he can think for a British guy to be wearing a space suit in this place.]

[psych0p0mps]

[Actually pauses with him still outside the window because what the fuck]

... Doctor? [Wait ok let's get him inside first. She gets him back inside and deposits him carefully by his TARDIS, then closes the window with a flick of her wrist and scampers over to him.] What are you wearing?

[hulloeverything]

New? [He laughs, the sound echoing slightly in the confines of the helmet]

On the contrary. I've been here two years today and I suppose this is Paradisa's way of congratulating me.

[hulloeverything]

[He stumbles and falls back against the TARDIS, hands grasping the edges to get his bearings]

This? Oh, well, I think it's an Impact Suit. Bit hard to tell at the moment...

[squirrelhunter]

...By trappin' ya in a space suit?

[hulloeverything]

[He sighs, the helmet bobbing forward]

So it seems. Though it's not the strangest thing that's happened to me, by far. Um... you wouldn't mind giving me a hand up, would you?

[psych0p0mps]

[Aradia leans in, eyeing the suit critically. She can guess what its function is from the name, but still.]

You didn't have to test it by falling out a window, you know.

[squirrelhunter]

...Sure.

[Daryl grabs the guy's hand to heft him up.]

[hulloeverything]

That was the window? I was wondering what was wrong with the door to Lakare's TARDIS...

[modernholmes]

[Conan will always be on site when people fall out of high windows. His luck just ran that way. What was unusual was the fact that every person he'd found that way in Paradisa survived the fall.]

Oi. You okay?

[psych0p0mps]

Yeah, no, that's not a door. [By now she's reached the back of him and ........ oh geez is that his hair in the faceplate.]

... Your helmet's on backwards. How did you even.

[hulloeverything]

[There's a soft groan from the figure, but the arms are moving to grasp the helmet so he seems alright.]

[hulloeverything]

I believe it's Paradisa's way of congratulating me on my two year anniversary, here.

[hulloeverything]

[Whoa, hey, not so fast! The guy can't see, remember? He stumbles and grasps out blindly, grabbing hold of Daryl to steady himself. Once he's got his feet under him he pats himself down, checking that everything's in the right place.]

Thank you for that.

[modernholmes]

[Kneeling down and starting to poke at the helmet. Was there a latch of some kind?]

[hulloeverything]

[Not until he sits up. Which he does. Abruptly. There appears to be a way to lift the back part of the helmet up, which reveals a reflective visor. If Conan is curious enough to lift the VISOR up he'll see... the back of Eleven's head.]

Hullo?

[modernholmes]

[...Did he put the helmet on backwards?]

It's Conan Edogawa. How did you manage this?