[ This is far from the strangest thing that's ever happened to the Doctor. In fact, for him, it's nearly an ordinary day, with a few…variations. Stripped of his clothing when he was looking dapper as ever? Well, they have no taste. Obviously. Confirmed when he’s given a drab and disagreeable military uniform. No bow tie! As if it’s the most pressing matter, he adds it to the millions of veritable tabs open constantly in his mind, to acquire one as soon as he can. Top of his mind, too, is his TARDIS and given that she absolutely did not drop him off here, he’s worried for her far more than his own self, but this is an adventure, a puzzle to understand, a place to be where people need help — and help he will, as he always does. ]
WAGON TRIP/CADENS CITY
a. [ He doesn't waste much time taking the opportunity to travel further into the city. He'll avoid the training grounds and people around him preparing for some sort of fight or war. Can’t be ignored forever, but he’ll focus on the other pressing matters, of which there are many. Someone remarks about returning by sundown for his own safety — hah! His siren call. All the better to explore later, and he will.
But for now, he's here, riding along in a wagon, making conversation with whomever happens to be there with him. If you look in his direction — and even if you don’t (you rarely have a choice in the matter with this one) — the Doctor will reach out a hand to shake yours, offering an affable and enthusiastic smile. ]
Good to meet you! I’m the Doctor. The wagons go round every two hours, they say, yet here we are together at the exact moment! Off to a good start already.
b. [ Once in the city, he browses every vendor and shop as far as the eye can see, almost like a whirlwind going from place to place, wanting to take in everything all at once. He'll probably accidentally bump into a few people along the way, sorry about that, places to go, people to meet, do forgive him. At some point, as he’s sorting through clothing on offer, he grabs a tunic, spins around, and holds it up to you if you happen to be passing by. ]
Oh, that’s you sorted! You’ll look loads better in this color.
THE SARSTINA
[ Soldiers patrolling as they are rankle him a bit, though he’s paying more attention at the moment to the locals and the other Summoned, like him. The more he can ascertain, the better to help. Still, he’s not at all unfriendly to the soldiers, though he’s on a clear path towards The Sarstina, where activity seems to be bustling, loads of people. Exactly where he loves to be. At some point, he makes his way to the bar and orders a drink — surprise me, he insists — and then spins around to observe the room with his drink in hand. The moment it’s sipped, he spits it out, but politely! He didn’t do it in front of the one making the drink, after all. He’s more civilized than that. But he keeps the drink in hand, smiling, as though nothing at all happened. And when he catches your eye, he tips his head in a friendly nod, making his way to you, no sense of shame at all. ]
Come here often?
SWAN SONG
[ The Doctor is preoccupied with the talk of rifts — what are they, what’s been going on, who knows what — but then his attention is caught by the sight up ahead of a shopkeeper in what appears to be a battle with a swan, and he moves to quickly intercede. ]
Quality assurance, that’s all! Tasting your wares — really, be grateful, you’ve got his stamp of approval. I’ll sort him out from here, though.
[ The Doctor would normally be able to easily communicate with such a creature, but he’s taken note quite quickly that certain abilities seem to be malfunctioning. Another strange quirk of this place to better understand. For now, though, with some gentle coaxing, he’s managed to get the swan into his arms. It isn’t entirely complacent, so at various points as the Doctor makes his way to Portam Hall, the swan might attempt to escape and lunge towards you if you happen to be passing by. ]
A fussy sort, though I suppose I’d be, too. Can’t blame him! Forgive him, he’s had a rough go of it, not where he’s supposed to be.
NOCHWICH
[ At some point, when he grabs anyone’s attention for long enough, he’ll be all too eager to ask an abundance of questions. Anyone who’s been here for a long time and understands the history of what’s gone on, they’ll be one to latch onto. Though, truth be told, the Doctor latches on to nearly everyone. Werewolves and vampires — well, it only gets more thrilling from here, doesn’t it? And ever more curious. He’ll explore, naturally, and he’s drawn towards the main stage at the tail end of a performance. Pity he’s missed most of it, though he’d be too distracted to have stayed for all of it anyway. Ten minutes is perfect (someone should be proud of him for standing still so long, actually), and he’s possibly the loudest one clapping? As the crowd disperses, the Doctor takes it upon himself to follow alongside anyone who seems to be alone. ]
That was a treat! Where are you off to now?
[ He’ll follow, of course! Whether you wanted company or not. ]
WILDCARD
[ ooc: totally up for anything/everything if nothing in the above catches your eye! please feel free to PM me if you want to plot an idea out! ]
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WAGON TRIP/CADENS CITY
THE SARSTINA
SWAN SONG
NOCHWICH
WILDCARD