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paradisa2012-11-04 09:36 am
encryptedlock) wrote in paradisa2012-11-04 09:36 am
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[Backdated to late in the day yesterday.
York had been surprised, to say the least, when a bird had shown up in his room with the TARDIS's signature VWORP VWORP noise, but he'd quickly remembered the parrot that the Eleventh Doctor had kept - brought back from the pirate land, he thought. So he'd filtered to the Doctor asking if that was intentional, and if not that he could return the bird to him no problem.
He hadn't answered for a while, but this was the Doctor; he could get easily distracted.
After a day, though, York had been worried. Tardy the bird was a little larger than the conure Delta had turned into a number of times, but he found that the same sort of training and gestures applied. So he wandered down to the Doctor's room with the bird on his shoulder, occasionally making squaks or informing York "I'mtheDoctorbytheway".
His panic triples when he sees the nameplate empty. But that could just mean he moved, so York does an entire patrol of the castle, and then one more when he's done to make sure that's right. And yeah. Yeah, it is.
When he dictates to the journal, he sounds both upset and tired.]
The Doctor's gone back to his own world. I--I know he'll like it better that way. Freedom was always the one thing he wanted here and couldn't have.
[But York would certainly miss him, and he knew there would be a lot of other people who would as well. In his three and a half years here, they'd never been without a Doctor.]
York had been surprised, to say the least, when a bird had shown up in his room with the TARDIS's signature VWORP VWORP noise, but he'd quickly remembered the parrot that the Eleventh Doctor had kept - brought back from the pirate land, he thought. So he'd filtered to the Doctor asking if that was intentional, and if not that he could return the bird to him no problem.
He hadn't answered for a while, but this was the Doctor; he could get easily distracted.
After a day, though, York had been worried. Tardy the bird was a little larger than the conure Delta had turned into a number of times, but he found that the same sort of training and gestures applied. So he wandered down to the Doctor's room with the bird on his shoulder, occasionally making squaks or informing York "I'mtheDoctorbytheway".
His panic triples when he sees the nameplate empty. But that could just mean he moved, so York does an entire patrol of the castle, and then one more when he's done to make sure that's right. And yeah. Yeah, it is.
When he dictates to the journal, he sounds both upset and tired.]
The Doctor's gone back to his own world. I--I know he'll like it better that way. Freedom was always the one thing he wanted here and couldn't have.
[But York would certainly miss him, and he knew there would be a lot of other people who would as well. In his three and a half years here, they'd never been without a Doctor.]
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