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[Voice]
[An energetic, youthful voice crackles on the message board, broadcasting to anyone who'll listen. It sounds rather annoyed, though that quickly changes to enthusiastic amusement]
Alright, when’s this? This isn’t where I set the coordinates. The air smells… off. It’s an artificial world, isn’t it? Ah-hah, so that’s it. Right, then. I'm the Doctor; what seems to be the problem here? And don’t tell me there isn’t; I know trouble when I see it, and this is definitely troublesome. No, not the end of the uni – ah, maybe. But that’s alright, I’ve done this before, I’ll do it again. It’s the universe; something’s got to happen. So, then, what is it? Is there despair? Danger? Is the tea getting cold? Blimey, I hate it when that happens.
I can reset the TARDIS coordinates to five minutes past Amelia later. This is brilliant! New-old world where something’s not quite right; classic.
Alright, when’s this? This isn’t where I set the coordinates. The air smells… off. It’s an artificial world, isn’t it? Ah-hah, so that’s it. Right, then. I'm the Doctor; what seems to be the problem here? And don’t tell me there isn’t; I know trouble when I see it, and this is definitely troublesome. No, not the end of the uni – ah, maybe. But that’s alright, I’ve done this before, I’ll do it again. It’s the universe; something’s got to happen. So, then, what is it? Is there despair? Danger? Is the tea getting cold? Blimey, I hate it when that happens.
I can reset the TARDIS coordinates to five minutes past Amelia later. This is brilliant! New-old world where something’s not quite right; classic.
[Voice]
His response sounds fairly calm. Sarcasm for him apparently not present.]
'Least there's one person that doesn't seem to mind being stuck here.
[Just not him.] My family and friends are most likely wondering where I am. On most days, I wouldn't mind having time off from school. But after hearing about this Organization and being told over and over about there being no exit, it's hard not to feel worried.
[The longer I stay here, they more they'd lose it in resisting those creeps without me, he keeps to himself.]
[Voice]
There's a way out. [his voice is firm and reassuring, completely confident of that] There's always a way out. It may take awhile, but there'll be one.
[Voice]
Oh, I'm sure there is. If we got in, then there has to be. [By then, I can only hope it's not too late, he keeps to himself.]
[Voice]
Easily in, but not easily out.
[Voice]
Have you been affected by the fog yet, Doctor?
[Adds so he doesn't have suspicion arise from the Time Lord. He'd rather stay below radar for as long as he can until further notice.] What's your profession, if you don't mind my asking?
[Voice]
Doctor. I'm a Doctor. Of stuff.
[Voice]
There's not much to know about it other than that. At least not yet...
[Can't suppress the amused little grin on his face as the amusement will come out through his voice.] Strictly confidential, in other words I'm guessing.
[Voice]
[amusement comes through his voice] Not really, I just do stuff. A lot.
[Voice]
Does "stuff" include nearly everything? Do you even get a decent night's rest after a long day on the job? [He had a good quip in mind but it slipped away, out of reach. Marco's better with the one-lined zingers anyway.]
[Voice]
Just about, keeping shut about that, and is this the Inquisition? I wasn't expecting that.
[Voice]
[A light laugh, genuine enough.] No, I'm not affiliated with anything. I was just curious, that's all. My name is Jake, by the way.
[If he just got here, then he can't be one of them, right? Still, best to keep that big secret from a public place online.]