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[thedreamer]

Who: The Doctor & anyone!
What: Open prompts featuring some stubborn idiocy at its finest!
When: April through early May
Where: Lakeside to start, then Milton

Content Warnings: N/A but will update if needed!

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[thedreamer]

Just me in my box. You wouldn't have seen it, no one could have. I had it cloaked and hidden away. My friends were down below with all the humans milling about, living their lives completely unaware of me. I was nothing and no one and nowhere then.

[ He says humans more distinctly being that he isn't one, though he's always loved humans. It's why he stays so close to Earth so much of the time. ]

But you were there and I was more than likely somewhere just above you for a little while. Time is wibbly wobbly, of course, particularly for someone like me who travels backwards and forwards and sideways in it, but...we might have been there at the same moment, now we're here. Funny little thing isn't it?

[ Of course, nothing entirely funny about their circumstances now, but it is interesting to him. ]

We're meant to be getting bait, sorry! You get me talking, I won't stop. But while we're looking, tell me what you would have been up to in London in 1842.

[lieutenantsteward]

[He notes the casual use of human there, as if he isn't one, though he'd be the first on that Jopson knows to be able to travel in such a way. It makes sense that he would be something - else. Something different. He doesn't ask, thinking such things might reveal themselves in time.]

I don't mind the talking.

[He continues around the edge of the lake, occasionally leaning down to pick through the small sprouts of cattails or rocks.]

In '42, I would have - no. [He laughs a little sheepishly.] I wasn't in London. I was in Antarctica then. We wouldn't return until '43.

[It seems like decades ago. Centuries. Another life.]

[thedreamer]

Well, I'll have to pop by for a visit before you set off on your big expedition.

[ It sounds strange with timelines, but time is his business so he'll sort it out. Assuming they make it out of here, which they will. Though then that has implications for Jopson's survival which is path he dare not tread at the moment. ]

What other bait do we need? Small trap — what are you hoping to catch?

[ He's not overly fond of hunting or trapping, but understands the necessity of it. They do have to eat, and he has to admit his body is far weaker now than it's ever been. ]

[lieutenantsteward]

[Jopson's never had someone say that to him. That they would like to visit. To see him. Perhaps it's a little bit of a dream to think they'll ever get out, but he can indulge a little.]

I'd like that.

[He returns to the task at hand, frowning as he surveys the land.]

Rabbits. Birds. Anything. Growing up, that's how I fed myself and my mother and brother. Out here, it's more difficult.

[thedreamer]

[ He does mean it sincerely, too. He'd make it a point to visit him somehow.

To the topic at hand — the Doctor doesn't judge anyone hunting for food to survive, it's only for himself more specifically that he tries to lean more into edible plants and other vegetation. Though admittedly, it's not something he's had to think about much. A luxury that traveling on his ship had afforded him. ]

Everything is a bit here, isn't it? More difficult. I never had to think of food much. My physiology made it so I didn't feel hunger the way other species do, but here in this place, well, everything's changed.

[ He's like everyone else and it's frustrating to say the least. That part of it, anyway. ]

Rabbits! Oh, I'm slow sometimes, I really am. My carrot — well, not the most appetizing certainly, but worth a try. And anything else you've foraged. More vegetation we can find the better. Easier said than done here.

[lieutenantsteward]

[He holds out a hand to him, palm out, laughing.]

No, you keep that carrot. I think it's more likely to drive them away than it is to bring them forward.

[But they haven't had much luck in anything else, so Thomas takes a moment to rethink their plan.]

Rabbits will go into any sort of - hole if we make it inviting enough. But a little greenery will attract them well enough.

What - what was that you meant about your - physiology?