[ OPEN LOG ] Moonage Daydream

[attackbrows]

||| Prelude — Eternal Melody | ???? ( Dreamshare );

[ When the crew returned to the station and resolved their 'internal problem', the air became thick with uncertainty. Another orb was in their possession and yet (once more), their accomplishment came with nothing but bittersweetness. He returned to his room with far too much on his mind. And that made the rest of the station sound noisier than usual.

In times like these, The Doctor needs a reprieve from the rest of the universe. Being stuck within the confines of four walls will not cut it. Being stuck within the confines of four walls would not cut it. The Doctor steps out of his room and makes a beeline for the Sunlight Room. There, within the vast array of plant life and water, he finds a secluded sit-down and have a think… ]

[ Perhaps you are a telepath, or perhaps you are a big sleeper who falls easily into the realm of dreams. At some point, you will find yourself in a whole different world. A world that from any place you haven’t travelled to or from any of the previous mission locations.

There doesn’t seem to be a lick of sunlight bursting from above, but everything around you is perfectly lit to a cool, blue-green daylight. It is a bright and vibrant village full of calming song. But eventually, you will find The Doctor standing in the middle of the forest. The most unordinary object in this scene is the wheelable chalkboard in front of him, filled to the brim with equations and markings of a different world.

He knows you’re here. After all, you’re in his dream. Instead of turning to acknowledge your presence, he continues to write on his chalkboard. Before you begin to speak (or approach him), he interrupts you: ]

...Your regret. How much does it mean to you?

||| Part I — Soft Machine | Common Living Area;

[ The living area isn’t exactly the epicentre of excitement. A quiet sit down here, a friendly game of chess there… The Doctor is a night owl by nature. His sleep cycle comes few and far between. When it comes to keeping himself occupied, he has to get creative (literally)...

He finds a blank sheet of paper and a pencil. Two seemingly innocuous tools and begins sketching out different things that pop into mind: foreign star systems, skulls, flowers. As much as he can to fill the page. ]

||| Part II — Wicked Vibrations | Mess Hall;

[ You know what they say: Don’t play with your food. Especially on a space station with finite resources. But The Doctor is a respectful old chap. He can behave himself (mostly).

There really shouldn’t be a reason for him to have his electric guitar, but he brought it with him, anyway. A large mug of coffee sits by his side as tunes his guitar. All his attention is on fine-tuning his instrument until a thought pops into his head— ]

I missed my game with Chopin!

||| Closed Starters |||
Clara Oswald | River Song | The Doctor (11)
Xichen | Rosinante

Comments

[attackbrows]

My culture has long died out billions of years ago.

[ He responds flatly, going for his next move to set up his defence. ]

It’s only by the grace of circumstances that I remember the difference between a salad and a soup spoon.

[blackfire]

（ it isn't the statement itself that makes him raise an eyebrow — he is no stranger to cultures being lost in time, nor in having a part in that loss. what strikes him is just how differently that culture must have been in the first place to warrant such frank discussion of its destruction. there are many people in ximilia who are startlingly open about themselves, their pasts, their traumas, and he can only assume this is more of the same.

the timeline he presents is curious, though, and long fingers curl against the head of a knight briefly in thought. ）

Are you immortal?

（ he cannot imagine the scale of years. there is very little continuity from one century to the next in his world, and shinobi have a tendency to die young. exceptions are few and far between, and tend to be individuals of either great power or great luck.

if orochimaru had achieved immortality, would he speak thus? hm. ）

[attackbrows]

No.

[ For The Doctor, it's less of a question about his culture and more of a question of how long he has been travelling the universe, forgoing particular pleasantries. Also a common segue to the subject of his regeneration cycles and the time lords. But it’s a point of his past that he doesn’t purposefully attempt to dredge up. Either people knew about the Time War that decimated all of his people or they didn’t.

His eyes continue to be transfixed on the chessboard. Next manoeuvre. ]

Just excellent at the entire ‘not dying a fiery death’ part.

[blackfire]

（ he considers that, and wonders if he phrased the question just poorly enough that it allowed for an evasion of sorts, the difference in semantics or philosophy of immortality standing in the way of clear communication.

ultimately, it does not matter. it is not his business, only a point of curiosity.

he moves a bishop, cutting it out from behind a pawn in a path he'd made. ）

I imagine that is a useful skill to have in a situation like ours.

not me spending five minutes googling chess piece directional patterns ajkahkdj

[attackbrows]

[ He looks up from the board for a second before looking back down.

So he retorts rather sarcastically — ]

No. I was hoping to discover 5000 different ways I can fall to my doom with only a toothpick.

[ His tone continues to be dry. The rook moves forward. ]

no rules we die like MEN

[blackfire]

Only five thousand?

（ he matches that sarcasm with some of his own, reaching forward to trade a pawn for a pawn. ）