[Even just thinking the phrase pops windows in front of Tsukki's eyes. So much information it hurts. Countless symbols and languages whirling into each other. Wincing, he screws his eyes shut.]
Clear it, clear it!
[Mercifully, that seems to work. The 'browser' vanishing.]
Oh yeah. They’re slightly psychic. “Point and think”. It’s why they worked so well when I was blind. Of course, they’re completely wired to me. It might take a bit for you to really control them.
[He won’t mention any other features, just in case. Obviously the browser history nearly blew his brain.]
So still doubting that I saved you, or that I’m a Time Lord or that I can travel all of time and space?
'Space', yes. You did just teleport an entire ship out of nowhere.
['Slightly psychic,' huh?
How about Design Options...
The sunglasses flicker a few times, then shift into narrower black rectangles. The lenses clearing up. For all intents and purposes? They're identical to Tsukki's glasses.
I could drop you back off and let the robot get you.
[It wasn't really laughter. She and the Doctor are pretty well connected and in agreement these days. They've just been through too much to do otherwise. At the Doctor's suggestion, she does an annoyed beep, because she knows he would never do that.]
[The Doctor nods, accepting the apology. The TARDIS beeps and whirls a bit. He rolls his eyes at her.]
Yes, yes, I know. I was thinking that.
[He approaches Tsukki and kneels near him.]
The patch should have taken care of the pain too, unless something else is going on. This won't hurt, I'm just going to take a scan and see what else might wrong. Maybe you hit the ground harder than I thought.
[It looked like just really bad roadrash, but if he hit it just right and fractured something, well, the bandage wouldn't do much about that. He pulls out his sonic to take a reading. Then gets up to goto a monitor to read the results.]
Why is it that humans always forget that looks are deceiving? I'll have you know I have a medical degree from Earth: Glasgow University.
[It even goes with the accent, though he didn't have this accent at the time.]
But, I don't really blame you, like I said, whole limbs are easier. Bits and pieces within those limbs are another story. Do you have a hospital you use regularly? Best to use one where they know you.
For me? Billions of years ago. But that's just my Earth one. But it doesn't matter, because I am the Doctor. The original. The rest are all based on me.
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She's... this. The ship. The one who put your number in my phone.
[So maybe the TARDIS likes Tsukki? How would you even know?]
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T-A-R-D-I-S. Time and Relative Dimensions in space. Yes. That's her.
[More accurately, you would know if she didn't like you.]
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[Tsukki doesn't trust his legs quite yet, so there's a seated bow towards the column. Better to be polite.]
Nice to meet you. Pardon the intrusion.
[Though technically it's the TARDIS that intruded on him.]
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No need for that, we saved you. It's hardly an intrusion. More of an invitation.
[Though, not really. The Doctor doesn't think he'd make a suitable companion, yet. He could learn. Maybe.]
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Right now, Tsukki's just trying to catch his breath. Get enough oxygen to see clearly again.
Wait.
Shit.
The blurring's not from the panic.]
...You didn't grab my glasses, did you?
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[Anything else, is not the Doctor's business.]
Here, you can borrow mine, they're sonic.
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Maybe they'll work. In this apparent reality shift Tsukki's fallen into.
Sighing, he pulls them on.]
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Good, yeah? I used them myself when I was completely blind.
Don't look at my 'browser history'.
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[Even just thinking the phrase pops windows in front of Tsukki's eyes. So much information it hurts. Countless symbols and languages whirling into each other. Wincing, he screws his eyes shut.]
Clear it, clear it!
[Mercifully, that seems to work. The 'browser' vanishing.]
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[He won’t mention any other features, just in case. Obviously the browser history nearly blew his brain.]
So still doubting that I saved you, or that I’m a Time Lord or that I can travel all of time and space?
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['Slightly psychic,' huh?
How about Design Options...
The sunglasses flicker a few times, then shift into narrower black rectangles. The lenses clearing up. For all intents and purposes? They're identical to Tsukki's glasses.
It's not complete control.
But also not bad at all for a first-time driver!]
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Really? On your face is more technology than your species will manage in the next 9 million years and you question if I can travel in time?
[He's seriously tempted to take the glasses back this second for insulting him like that in his own home.]
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He shrugs. Elaborately.]
I'm standing in a very cool room. I just don't see any dinosaurs!
[There's a whir from the TARDIS. Almost like a laugh, if that's possible...]
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I could drop you back off and let the robot get you.
[It wasn't really laughter. She and the Doctor are pretty well connected and in agreement these days. They've just been through too much to do otherwise. At the Doctor's suggestion, she does an annoyed beep, because she knows he would never do that.]
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Fine, fine.
Sorry.
It's been a little stressful, you know.
[He still doesn't trust himself to stand up.]
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[Which is honestly what has him the most upset. Usually people are pretty glad to have their lives spared. The Doctor notices he's not standing.]
So, are you afraid to stand because you might fall over from the shock of everything, or is your knee still bothering you?
[See? He's still willing to help.]
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He didn't have to come back.
Tsukki sighs.]
Yeah. I know.
Sorry.
[And he does mean it.]
Still hurts. Is there an ice pack here?
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Yes, yes, I know. I was thinking that.
[He approaches Tsukki and kneels near him.]
The patch should have taken care of the pain too, unless something else is going on. This won't hurt, I'm just going to take a scan and see what else might wrong. Maybe you hit the ground harder than I thought.
[It looked like just really bad roadrash, but if he hit it just right and fractured something, well, the bandage wouldn't do much about that. He pulls out his sonic to take a reading. Then gets up to goto a monitor to read the results.]
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Smells weirdly like bubblegum.
It displays a 3D model of Tsukki's leg, then Tsukki, then the robot that threw Tsukki into a lineup of trashcans.
Tearing a ligament.]
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Well, nothing's broken, but there's a torn ligament. Whole legs are easier. I can try to fix it, or I can drop you off at hospital.
Alien Hospital?
Whole...
Ah, I think I'd rather a hospital. You don't look like a medical doctor.
[He's not wrong?]
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[It even goes with the accent, though he didn't have this accent at the time.]
But, I don't really blame you, like I said, whole limbs are easier. Bits and pieces within those limbs are another story. Do you have a hospital you use regularly? Best to use one where they know you.
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What year though?
[Because Medical History on Earth? Not the most reliable... What with the leeches... ]
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