all-night laundromat blues (backdated to Monday morning)

[cricketycricket]

[Monday morning finds the Doctor stepping out of the TARDIS to go and get the milk for his morning tea, journal tucked under his arm...

only, the moment he steps out, he's surprised to realize that he isn't parked in his own room, any longer, but the laundry room. as he turns to go back in and move the TARDIS back to where it belongs -- it dematerializes without him, leaving him standing there perplexed in his pajamas and slippers]

Oh, dear. ... What's that all about, then, old girl? You've never done that before ...


((OOC: Loss involvement start! Five will be trapped here with Joshua until Wednesday!))

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[ofhope]

[ Well it's not like he's asleep, since you don't keep on sleeping when you roll over on a mattress and end up on a running dryer. Even Joshua isn't that hard of a sleeper, and he's been up and changed and pissed looking ever since, waiting...

Just waiting for whoever the hell it was going to be this time. Ugh. ]

...You forgot your laundry.

[ ooc; Aaaand don't be surprised if he starts trying to lock people out by Tuesday. ]

[cricketycricket]

Unless it's all the socks that've gone missing for the last few hundred years, I doubt it ...

[he turns, both surprised and entirely unsurprised, somehow, by his company.]

So you didn't leave with them.

[ofhope]

[ He's sitting on a (broken) washer, feet propped up on a chair and a book about ice caverns in his hands. At least he can still ask the castle for things. ]

That would be an awful lot of ground to cover to play catch-up, don't you think?

[cricketycricket]

At this point, yes. But if you'd gone with them initally? Perhaps not.

[he's surprised Joshua isn't trying to leave, but he'll lean against a cabinet. if he's got the chance to talk to him face-to-face, he's not going to waste it, no matter how oddly it's come about]

You never did tell me what happened. ... How you got your horns back.

[ofhope]

Why would I tell you?

[cricketycricket]

Well, for one thing, it's rather clear that you regain them no matter what happens.

[idly] So I suppose the more proper question is, why wouldn't you?

[ofhope]

It isn't like you're important. I have no reason to share anything with you.

[cricketycricket]

[isn't like he's --- fksjdfhlkdsfhffff. that earns Joshua the briefest wide-eyed look from Five, before a blink of surprise chases it away, and he's calm again]

Oh? ... And who would be? In your eyes.

[ofhope]

You're pretty nosy. Weren't you going to wash clothes?

[cricketycricket]

Actually, no, I was going to go and get milk for my tea, but this isn't exactly where I was planning on ending up.

[ofhope]

Oh, so you're the one. Lucky me.

[cricketycricket]

"The one"? [he frowns a little, thoughtfully] I'm afraid I don't completely follow ... though I am beginning to have a bit of an idea ...

[he looks up at the ceiling, chagrinned. this isn't really as funny as you surely think it is, Paradisa]

[ofhope]

Try the door. Read the journal. Figure it out, I'm a little tired of explaining.

[ Back to his book and his cookies. ]

[cricketycricket]

[how wude, Joshua. but he will indeed try that door, conveniently expending a bit of frustration in his efforts to get it open. yes. decidedly trapped. he sighs resignedly, then upturns a laundry basket and sits down]

… still interested in stories, I see.

[too_fairytale]

Done what?

[ofhope]

[ Peeking out over hisbook. ]

This one's non-fiction, but I was reading a magazine earlier that had some fun stories.

Action [Monday evening if that's okay!]

[is0latedthinker]

[Alan has actually come to appreciate the weekly task of doing his laundry. The laundry room is generally peaceful compared to the activity that abounds in the other areas of the castle, and the methodical washing process is calming and therapeutic.

But the laundry room's generally empty, so it's a bit of a surprise that it's occupied when he enters. And come to think of it, he's never really considered the Doctor doing laundry... He doesn't know the room's other occupant.]

Evening.

[cricketycricket]

Perhaps I could just tell you a few. It'd pass the time for both of us, at least...

[and maybe he'll be able to glean something in the process. anything.]

[cricketycricket]

Dematerialized on her own, I'm afraid ... Could you do me a favor, Amy?

Totally!

[cricketycricket]

[Five's just as surprised, really, trust him - but he'll smile politely, anyway... especially at the sight of a friend]

Hallo, Alan. Been a while, hasn't it?

[ofhope]

...Are they going to be interesting?

[ Because otherwise you can shut your face right now sir. ]

[ofhope]

[ He's just watching...like a creeper. What else to do? ]

[cricketycricket]

I've been traveling time and space for nine hundred years now. Of course they'll be interesting.

[don't insult him, mang]

[ofhope]

[ Well, his interest is piqued. He hasn't lowered the book, but he's listening. ]

[too_fairytale]

Yeah, sure.