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[just_the_doctor]

Here's a face that's been absent of late.

When the Doctor walks into Milliways today, though, there are two notably strange things about it. First is that he comes in through the front door instead of the back door as usual. And second, he seems completely confused and baffled by what he's seeing.

Milliways, John Smith. John Smith, Milliways.


[ooc: This is the Doctor circa "Human Nature", so he will read as completely human to anyone who's looking.]

[tags: Professor River Song]

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[immortalthief]

"Good Morning" Amanda gretts the arrival with a warm smile.

[just_the_doctor]

"Um, afternoon, I do believe," John replies. "But, thank you. Er, this may seem a silly question, but where am I?"

[immortalthief]

"Not silly at all." she stands to face him more properly.

"Welcome to Milliways." she offers her hand, "I'm Amanda"

[just_the_doctor]

How amusing, he thinks. A woman shaking hands. Still, he accepts it gingerly. "John Smith. Pleasure to meet you, miss. Now, this, um, Milliways, did you say? Was it always at the end of this hall? Because I seem to remember that my office was behind this door, not this... place."

[immortalthief]

Amanda laughs, "No, this is the Bar at the end of the universe." she points to the observation window, "The door to Bar opens in different places for different people."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOC: *BWEEEEEEE!* Loved Human Nature.)

"Lo, Professor." Calls Ace from a nearby booth, where she's (slowly, painstakingly, and with the aid of alcohol) making her way through the TARDIS' manual.

Some bits are quite hilarious, actually.

[just_the_doctor]

Well, someone here seems to recognize him. Shame he doesn't recognize her. Maybe she's one of the help? Lord knows they all seem to blend together after a while.

"Um, good day. I seem to have gotten turned around. Could you direct me to my office?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"... Office?" Ace repeats, slowly, finally looking up from her book for more than a quick glance. "... What office, Professor? Don't tell me you've taken on a job here."

And if it has anything to do with upstairs, she truly doesn't want to know. Much, anyway.

[just_the_doctor]

"Of course I have. I teach history here at Farringham." He cocks his head. "How is it that you could know I was a professor and not know that?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"The same way you're expectin' a pub in some school in Farrin'ham?" Ace retorts, wondering what, exactly, he's up to this time.


And frankly, she considers him getting a job teaching history as cheating. ... But then so'd be most any other subject. Home Ec, now that'd be a laugh.

[hell_in_highheels]

River is sitting in her usual spot by the fire, a cup of tea in her hand and a book on her lap. Something makes her look up and her face blanches. Just the sight of him feels like an ice pick in her chest.

There is no mistaking that tousle of brown hair, the cant of the shoulders.

She waits until she sees his profile before she sets the book and tea aside. Somehow, she finds the will to stand and cross the floor, her heart in her throat.

"Hello, you."

[just_the_doctor]

"Er, hello."

He's not sure if he's supposed to recognize her or not; she could be one of Nurse Redfern's assistants. He hasn't really gotten to know many of the other employees at the school.

[hell_in_highheels]

She cants her head to look at him with one eye. "Oh please don't tell me you don't recognise me. Don't you, pretty boy?"

[just_the_doctor]

"Um. Should I?" he asks, flustered at the forwardness of such a statement.

[hell_in_highheels]

The look on her face flickers through a whole range of emotion. Happiness, trepidation, anticipation, realisation, hurt and anger.

Some days, she wishes she'd never heard of time travel.

"I'd say you should. I still know you, even after a hundred years. Has it been longer than that for you this time? Or have we even met yet?"

[evercleverest]

"Are you all right?" asks a young teenage witch.

She's seen that sort of look before. She doesn't doubt she's had something of a similar reaction.


[ooc: hope it's still okay to tag! Otherwise, feel free to ignore.]

[just_the_doctor]

"Er, yes, I'm fine, young lady. I just seem to be turned around a bit. This isn't where I thought I was going."

[evercleverest]

"It hardly ever is," she says sympathetically. "You've ended up in a place you probably couldn't even imagine: the end of the universe."

[just_the_doctor]

...end of the universe...
John laughs away the wisp that crosses his brain. Just a fragment of a dream, after all. "We certainly are a long way from anywhere, that's true."

[evercleverest]

She nods.

"There's nothing to worry about, though. It's all quite safe - it can even be quite relaxing. Time in your own world pauses as long as you're here, as far as I understand."

[morethanwatcher.livejournal.com]

Giles is sitting at the bar with a nice, steaming pot of tea and watches the apparently young man with no little sympathy.

"I felt rather the same way when I first arrived." He gestures to the pot. "Would you like some tea? They have an excellent brew here." Good old Britishness might soothe poor John Smith.

[just_the_doctor]

Ah, the voice of sanity at last!

"Tea would be lovely," he says to the other man. "Just the thing to get the mind started. I seem to have gotten lost."

[morethanwatcher.livejournal.com]

Well, might as well get his feet wet as long as he's here. "Another cup, please, Bar?" Giles says directly to the Bar.

The cup appears, and Giles pours a cup for the man. "Thank you." And he returns his attention to the man in front of him. "You have, rather incredibly so at that, although unless your door there," he nods to it, "gets lost as well, you should have no problems returning. Or so I have heard--I have not experienced it myself. Biscuit or scone?"

[just_the_doctor]

John's too busy looking around to notice the appearance of the cup or the lack of a bartender. "Just the tea, if you would, thanks all the same."

[morethanwatcher.livejournal.com]

Giles notes this with some amusement and says nothing on the subject just yet. "Then I suppose I ought to welcome you. This is Milliways, a bar. It is located... ah."

There's a pause while he considers how best to continue. "...I know this seems a mad and unrelated question, I know, but might I ask what the date is?"