trans_9 | City contemplation [Open]

The Metacrisis Doctor is restless. That's not very unusual, really. He's often varying shades of restless or impatient, it's part of who he is, and it's not something that's gone away as a Metacrisis so much as it's changed shape. His restlessness and impatience was on a far grander scale than it is now, for instance. So far, he's managed to live a fairly domestic life with Rose in a home that doesn't move constrained usually to one planet. His old self would never be able to handle that, but sitting still and paying attention to things, or lazy Sunday afternoons drive him mad.

He's more restless than usual now. If he believes everything he's been told (and it's a stretch to say he does, but saying so) then his new universe, his life, even his Rose are gone, and the only hope of getting them back in one piece is finishing this mission. Yet the ship seems to stop as often as a luxury liner on a tourist show across the omniverse. Or something equally slow and aggravating.

He's spent far too long this time standing in the obs deck, glaring down the stars and willing them to start moving again. It's getting a bit ridiculous even for the man who's trying to stare down stars.

Eventually, he fled to the City. It's almost Earth-like, and to his dimmed (and somewhat desperate) senses, it reminds him of the home he's apparently got to retroactively save. If any of that is true. Which he hasn't really decided on yet.

For now, he sits under a tree, watches people pass, and waits for Stacy to start moving again.

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Atom was back from Geartopia for a bit, enjoying a big, powdered sugar funnel cake. Of course, technically he didn't need to eat... but funnel cake was pret-ty delicious, and it wasn't like they had any on the ship, so who knew when he'd get another bite?

He stopped as he spotted the Doctor, then walked up to the man under the tree. "Hey! Are you new here?"

Just because you didn't need to do something didn't mean you still couldn't enjoy doing something, though. And the funnel cake did look pretty stunning.

He tilts his head up and gives the young man a smile at the question. "Newly woken? I was with the last batch."

"Hey, me too," Atom said, smiling back. "I'm Atom, by the way. I'm from Earth."

He held up the funnel cake. "Do you want a piece? I got it on shore leave."

Aya had come to The City again. She gave staying in the ship's quarters one more chance but nah - it definitely wasn't for her. The City really appealed more to her sensibilities. It stood to reason that she found her self spending more and more time there. Was it homesickness, she wondered? She never really just wandered around before but there was still so much here to explore...

It was time to rest. There was a tree that had inviting shade and she sat down on the roots, getting comfortable. She was of course, unaware on the other side that someone else was sitting there.

Well, he'd hardly blame her. The crew quarters are all well and good, but if you want any semblance of living planetside the City is the only way to go. It's clearly not, it's still artificial, but it is something, and it's something a bit less blatantly false than the Sensoriums.

Not that he personally really minds the crew quarters.

He does hear her approach, and even glance over his shoulder when she sits...but surely it's a purposeful move, so she'll probably break the ice on her own.

"..."

Aya had turned around to see who was there on the other side when she heard movement. There was someone there! She wasn't entirely sure how she missed that there was another person there but... it was easy enough to do when you were wrapped up in your own thoughts.

After a protracted silence, Aya spoke up.

"If I'm disturbing you, I'll move. But it's a nice tree."

Clef wasn't like most people - he only came into the City when he had to, or to look at the gardens. He liked to try and catch it in the middle of a rain shower, oddly enough, but this was apparently not his lucky day for that. It was, however, his lucky day for spotting a man sitting under a tree with a very frustrated expression on his face. Clef paused to regard the man, and cocked his head to one side curiously before realizing that this was actually someone familiar to him.

"Hello. The Doctor, right?"

Frustrated or not, he perks right up when someone approaches him and apparently recognizes him. Now the question is...do they recognize his past self from the last time he woke, or do they recognize his ~~other~~past self who's running around on the ship right now?

"That's me. Hello!"

"Hello!" Clef repeated. He had already said hello, but something about the Doctor's enthusiasm made him want to say it again just to get that little extra bit of salutation in. As he plopped down on the grass there was something in the other man's expression - or maybe something that wasn't there - that tipped him off that the Doctor didn't recognize him.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?" he said. He wasn't offended by any means - he had only barely remembered the other man's name (The Lawyer or the Physician, something like that. ... Oh, yes!), so it's not as though the feeling wasn't more or less mutual. "My name is Clef, we spoke briefly during that huge social thing just after the whole pod... decanting. I was just saying hi."

Castiel had taken to wandering the ship by foot, having explored almost everywhere his wings could take him, now 'taking in the sights' as Dean had mentioned during that one time they landed on a planet. He's in the City area now, and walked pass the Metacrisis Doctor.

Something about the man made Castiel retrace his steps, and he stops right in front of him, blue eyes unblinking.

"Hello."

Likewise, there's certainly something a bit off about the blue eyed man even before he doubles back. Which is brilliant, because a little bit of curiosity redirected differently does a world of good for the frustration toward the other.

"Hello!"

"You are not human."

Blunt, thy name is Castiel.

Terry had been headed across the ship, trying to find his way down to the precinct to speak to someone on the security team about his new-found role there. While he was trying not to let his suit become a second skin, he had decided that as long as he was conducting business, he would do it as Batman.

As he crossed through the city, he noticed a man sitting under a tree. The man had a look about him, that kind of impatience that Terry himself had felt, and still did, while the ship was stalling during a shore leave. And what the hell, he had some time.

The Doctor would have seen a young man, clad in a vaguely bat-like and sinister full-body suit approach him. As he did, he nodded and casually said "Hey."

River had gone looking for him, this strange version of the Doctor. She didn't yet know what he was exactly, she thought perhaps he was the previous regeneration of the bow tie wearing Doctor she's so familiar with. But then, that would mean there were two exact versions of him here. Could Stacy do that?

"What are you doing all the way out here?" River settles down beside him under the tree without so much as a warning as to her presence. "Have you been to the TARDIS yet?"

"Oh, hello!" a bright, cheerful vice greets him as Maxine finds herself nearby. She doesn't recognise the man (not that she recognises very many people), and she thought she should try and say hi, since he was one of the many people she was now working with.

The girl gives him a wave, a little shy, and stands not too far away, having landed a moment before.

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