[He rests a hand on his hip. If the Doctor is totally honest, this is about the cutest thing he’s ever seen. Looking at his younger self being a helper around the lab. It reminds him of that time he once helped at a toy shop as a cover to investigate a group of Cybermen lurking within a department store.
And again, if the Doctor can be perfectly honest, he thinks he might’ve enjoyed playing race cars more than running headfirst into their base.]
I will have you know that I have been on my best behaviour. Adapting, even! Just like the rest of them. I eat, clean, touch grass, meditate, slip into the vents, eat some more, take a catnap, take some of the lab equipment and bring it into the broom closet — Very typical, boring activities to bide the time! But I would hardly say I’ve been into much trouble.
[ Yes! Yes, that was a lovely time, wasn't it? He even had a nametag and everything: The Doctor — Here to help. Because he was. For a long, long time they were there to help. Still is, he supposes; still are.
He watches his older self, still baffled that he could change so much and have really no say in the matter. Again. ]
Oh, well that's good. Last thing this place needs is one of us getting into trouble, eh? [ The Doctor can't quite maintain his cross expression; hasn't got the eyebrows for it, really. Instead he just looks like he's made a joke — mostly because he has.
Trouble and the Doctor come as a pair, it's inevitable no matter how much they try and avoid it. ] What do you mean you slip into the vents? What've the vents got that need slipping into? [ He fiddles with the rag between his hands then sets it down. ] Have you seen the unopenable door yet?
[Believe him. He tried. He tried a lot. The Doctor those sonic sunglasses to work.
He gnaws at the side of his thumb.]
And I may have used the term “vent crawling” as a term of art. It was more of me crawling along with the little robots on the floor to spot their travel patterns. [Another gnaw at his thumb before using it as a gesturing device.] The crawling part wasn’t necessary, but I’m not above doing a little robotic method acting.
[ The Doctor's about to burst out with, 'Now, why didn't I think of that?' but of course — he had. Has. In some way or form.
Oh, this is all twisty-topsy-turvy, isn't it? Not the first time he's had an adventure with himself, no, but still. It's worth marveling at how he's here, somehow, in a space station in an unnamed new galaxy having a conversation with a different, future regeneration of himself about vents. Vents! ]
[If we’re being completely honest, this isn’t off-beat for a typical conversation the Doctor has with himself. One minute he is making split calculations to an anti-gravity generator and then suddenly he has the urge to know how many dust bunnies are needed to fill out an entire room. Not all of his twenty-seven brains are being put to “good use”.
Although the look on the Doctor’s face looks like he is about to drop something amazing onto his younger predecessor.]
No! [A very wry chuckle escapes his lips for a beat as he shrugs.] There’s nothing! They have effectively done everything possible for anyone or anything past these doors not to come to the other side.
and the absolute free-fall of his expression at the Doctor's response. Which, you know, isn't actually all that much of a surprise, considering he'd done nearly everything to get that blasted door open too. Except the vents thing. Vents are a little next-level. ]
Well, we know there must be something worth hiding behind those doors, and every door that closes can be opened, somehow. [ Space doors without hinges are incredibly frustrating though. They should bring hinges back. ] What haven't we tried yet?
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And again, if the Doctor can be perfectly honest, he thinks he might’ve enjoyed playing race cars more than running headfirst into their base.]
I will have you know that I have been on my best behaviour. Adapting, even! Just like the rest of them. I eat, clean, touch grass, meditate, slip into the vents, eat some more, take a catnap, take some of the lab equipment and bring it into the broom closet — Very typical, boring activities to bide the time! But I would hardly say I’ve been into much trouble.
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He watches his older self, still baffled that he could change so much and have really no say in the matter. Again. ]
Oh, well that's good. Last thing this place needs is one of us getting into trouble, eh? [ The Doctor can't quite maintain his cross expression; hasn't got the eyebrows for it, really. Instead he just looks like he's made a joke — mostly because he has.
Trouble and the Doctor come as a pair, it's inevitable no matter how much they try and avoid it. ] What do you mean you slip into the vents? What've the vents got that need slipping into? [ He fiddles with the rag between his hands then sets it down. ] Have you seen the unopenable door yet?
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[Believe him. He tried. He tried a lot. The Doctor those sonic sunglasses to work.
He gnaws at the side of his thumb.]
And I may have used the term “vent crawling” as a term of art. It was more of me crawling along with the little robots on the floor to spot their travel patterns. [Another gnaw at his thumb before using it as a gesturing device.] The crawling part wasn’t necessary, but I’m not above doing a little robotic method acting.
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Oh, this is all twisty-topsy-turvy, isn't it? Not the first time he's had an adventure with himself, no, but still. It's worth marveling at how he's here, somehow, in a space station in an unnamed new galaxy having a conversation with a different, future regeneration of himself about vents. Vents! ]
And? Did you learn anything fascinating?
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Although the look on the Doctor’s face looks like he is about to drop something amazing onto his younger predecessor.]
No! [A very wry chuckle escapes his lips for a beat as he shrugs.] There’s nothing! They have effectively done everything possible for anyone or anything past these doors not to come to the other side.
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and the absolute free-fall of his expression at the Doctor's response. Which, you know, isn't actually all that much of a surprise, considering he'd done nearly everything to get that blasted door open too. Except the vents thing. Vents are a little next-level. ]
Well, we know there must be something worth hiding behind those doors, and every door that closes can be opened, somehow. [ Space doors without hinges are incredibly frustrating though. They should bring hinges back. ] What haven't we tried yet?