And you say that time goes rushing by, but it seems so slow to me...

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Any other day, maybe, the Doctor might be wandering the ship, looking for something interesting to pull apart or poke his nose into. He still hasn't had a chance to inspect the brain of the ship, after all, and there's that great big city he'd like to explore as well...

But right now, he'd rather not. He's tired and annoyed, and any place he could wander, it wouldn't be far enough. So instead, the Doctor has sprawled on his back, halfway upside down, on one of the couches on the Obs Deck. It seemed as good a place as any to sit still for a while - maybe not the place to go if he wanted to be alone, but he'll take company over quiet just now.

He doesn't actually seem to be paying attention to anyone who might be in the room, though. Instead, he's playing with an unidentifiable bit of patched-together technology - it's got buttons and flashy lights and a little dish and there is absolutely no outward indication of what it actually does. It's... entirely possible it's not meant to do anything, at least at the moment; he just wanted something to do with his hands, though someone to talk to (or talk at) would undoubtedly be a better distraction.

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Ba'al gave a small, genuine smile to the other man, nodding his head. He could sympathize, to an extent. "There is much to see here," he remarked. "I am still not sure I'm completely familiar with it yet, myself."

Silently, he moved somewhat closer. It seemed the appropriate response to continuing conversation, anyway. "I suppose you are still adjusting, then?"

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The Doctor shrugs a little. "Suppose I am. It's not often I stay in one place this long - even if that one place is... you know, travelling." Space travel and other universes and genocidal alien races is all old hat for him, but that...

He shakes his head slightly and adds with a bright grin, "Still, it's not so bad. Things to do, places to explore, clever people around... I've been stuck worse places before."

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Ba'al laughed in reply to that. It was merely being stuck in one place that was bothering this man? Unusual, but he could sympathize with that, also. It was more the sense of being trapped for him, but it was much the same.

On the other hand, it seemed this other man was making the most of it. Enjoying the company. That, Ba'al could not quite connect to. He smiled. "I can understand the sentiment. It has it's ups and downs-- it could always be worse, after all."

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"That's the spirit!" he answers brightly. "Although, to be perfectly honest, on balance between this place and 1969, I still haven't decided which comes out ahead..." Because 1969 is absolutely comparable with a place where you wake up naked and covered in goo. Oh yes.

The Doctor pauses a moment, absently tweaking something on his device, and then looks up again, eyebrows raised. "I'm the Doctor, by the way. Worth knowing if we're going to be on a ship together for who knows how long. And... I don't believe I caught your name."

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Ba'al rose his eyebrow, surprised (and honestly somewhat confused) by the statement. But it seemed appropriate to laugh, and so he did. He knew next to nothing about the sixties-- he'd not returned to Earth yet, which this man seemed to be referring to. Instead, he asked, "Is that around the time period you are from?"

He inclined his head respectfully at the Doctor's introduction, and smiled. "I am Ba'al. It is a pleasure, Doctor."

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"Ba'al," the Doctor repeats with a faintly amused smile. It doesn't seem likely that it's his given name, but... well, he's one to talk, when it comes to that... "Pleasure to meet you. And... no, I'm not from there at all. I was just sort of... visiting, that one time. I'm not really from anywhere."

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Ba'al rose an eyebrow somewhat, but he assumed it best not to question that too much. To 'visit' a time period was hardly impossible-- he knew nothing of this Doctor to judge whether he was capable or not. "I suppose that is fair enough," he said instead, nodding his head respectfully. "It is logical that not everyone here can feel comfortable calling a particular place - or time - their home."