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It doesn’t make sense. Or, rather, to be entirely truthful, it makes just enough to bother him and that basically amounts to the same thing.

The Doctor paces in front of the blast shield in the Observation Deck. Right now, he thinks he needs a good pace, something to help him think. No sign of Amy or Rory yet, which is surprising, in its own way. Amy has a habit of managing things all on her own, whether it’s saving him from that stint with the Time Vortex and the Entity or the whole of reality. Rory couldn’t be in better hands. If she is on the ship, he would have expected her to come dragging Rory after her by now. So no, it’s not really like Amy there. As for Rory…actually, the Doctor can see him getting lost here; between forgetting to check for gills, the plant-suits and meeting a load of aliens in a huge living ship, a human like Rory might feel slightly overwhelmed. Probably a bit distracting, yeah…

The howling nothing is still out there, the Doctor turning to look past the shield at it. It’s pretty, in the making-you-feel-slightly-nauseous kind of way.

Or maybe that’s just him.

Vaguely disturbing to look at or not, the Doctor glances out at the void outside of Stacy. It’s hardly the first time worlds, plural, have been destroyed or just generally threatened or in a peril-like sort of state. It's actually quite common. But there are signs or it’s meant to happen (history) except he knows as a fact that this isn’t one of those times. Amy and Rory's Earth has a very specific date of death and "death by Ohm" isn't right. This isn’t just a rogue black hole swallowing a dynasty’s system of planets or a quasar misbehaving. It’s…different. The Doctor turns away from the window, holding up the omnicomm in one hand. By now he’s stopped calling it a Thingie, even if it’s a much better name in his opinion. Useful thing, this omnicomm. Helps to keep in touch. He’s been trying to hack into it and get a direct line to Stacy but so far, no luck. Deadlocked, he supposes. Or maybe the new new sonic is still adjusting. Working out the bugs.

The sonic buzzes green in the Observation Deck as the Doctor continues to pace without looking before the blast shield. Occasionally he stops to twiddle around with the omnicomm, long fingers blurring, before he reads another setting on the sonic and then the cycle starts over. Every now and then he might make a full circle of the room, by some miracle not tripping over the fleshy seats, and might try listening to the walls or poking at where they meet the floor. Or what stands for a floor in a techno-organic ship.

[The Doctor is either poking around or looking serious business at the view, whatever works for you]

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The obs deck tended to serve as Alex's cafeteria. He lurked around the walls until someone did something and a shadow showed up. Usually it was something like stub a toe, or forget something in their room. He liked those. Those were easier to eat.

Seeing the Doctor fiddle with the Omnicomm, on the other hand, was not as common of a sight. He wandered closer, until he could ask without shouting, "H-having t-trouble?"

The Doctor looked up. “Ah, Alex! Not so much trouble per say, just casual interest. Very handy thing, this omnicomm.” And also very deadlocked. After the first five minutes, he should have easily gotten past at least two levels of security protocols set in it, but…well, he was still locked out of being able to fallback and get a direct line to Stacy. Obviously it needed more jiggery-pokery.

A lot more jiggery-pokery.

The Doctor lowered his sonic, for now putting Mission Jiggery Pokery on hold. “So, what can I do for you? How’s Alice?”

Alice peeked her head out from behind Alex at the sound of her name and climbed up to sit on Alex's shoulder. "Sh-she's good. Me too. I g-guess I was just c-curious. Wh-what is that?"

"What, this?" The Doctor held up the omnicomm. No, he should know what it is, he must mean: "Ah, the screwdriver. It's sonic," the Doctor added, because clearly the sonic part was what made it superior to a boringly normal screwdriver. "Thought I'd have a look at the omnicomm but it's being stubborn."

He'd get back to it later, and that wasn't so much as a promise as a threat. The omnicomm had that to look forward to. He hadn't run into a communicator recently that could give him even half as much trouble as the omnicomm was currently.

A little exciting, actually. He did love a good challenge.

The Doctor snapped his fingers. "Yes, before I forget! What we need is a walk and while we're at it, I'd like to take a look at those hangers."

Alex smiles and nods "Sure!" He took a step towards the door, figuring that he needed to lead the Doctor to the hanger.

"S-sonic?" The Other Doctor had mentioned it, if he remembered right. He made a 'hmm' sound, deciding to turn his attention to the omnicomm instead. "S-stubborn? What's it doing?"

The Doctor isn't far behind, eager to get a look at this hanger. He's not sure on his chances of finding the TARDIS but it's either check or don't check: not many options and the latter is just sheer laziness. He'd really rather check. The Doctor easily catches up to Alex, remembers to give Alice her own little wave, and he's out the door and they're heading down toward the lifts. The Doctor, naturally, has to check them out, standing on his tip-toes trying to see what the seam lines look, if there even are any.

This should be interesting, if not productive. If he'd been able to hack into the omnicomm and get that direct line to Stacy, he probably could've just asked if she had the TARDIS.

While they're waiting for the lift, the Doctor turns toward Alex.

"I'm trying to reroute the security protocols. Give them a little nudge. Seems like I'm restricted, so I thought I'd try to get a better look around, see who I can talk to."

Messing with the security protocols? He could get around most encryptions on the device. The basest levels- the default 'locking' of a post- were easy enough to get by if you knew them. Not that he really bothered looking into anyone's locked stuff. That was rude. "Why are you t-trying to hack th-the system? I-is there s-something you w-wanted to read?"

Alex stepped into the tunnel with a bit of a wince. He wasn't exactly fond of being passed through a tunnel by thousands of tentacles, but it made moving through the levels practical. He called out, "hanger," to get them started in the right direction.

If there was a way to appropriately distract the Doctor, it was traveling by tentacles. The Doctor found it just as squirmy as his first encounter with them, tempted to reach out and try to examine the bases. They were moving too quickly, however, and with his memory being faulty like a human's these days, he couldn't just take one quick look and get everything he needed.

He waited until they were deposited on the next level, moving automatically to straighten his bowtie.

"Where were we? Ah!" he answered his own question, "The omnicomm. More like restrictions just get in the way. Useless middleman. Not that it's a man..."

The Doctor trailed off as they started to enter the Hanger, looking around with interest.

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Should we do a new Hanger post for this?