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entrancelogs2014-03-08 06:22 am
likesimpossible) wrote in entrancelogs2014-03-08 06:22 am
Live for today, we'll dream tomorrow
Who: The Tenth Doctor and open.
Where: Everywhere.
When: 3/8, throughout the day.
Rating: PG.
Summary: The Doctor is on the loose, poking his nose into places it doesn't belong.
The Story:
The library | Early morning
After the oh-so-scintillating experience of being stuck on a pathetic little bit of hallway until he found a way off, the Doctor's gone off in search of a little exercise for his brain. And that means a good long session in the library. It's a brilliant place, really, with so many books on so many different subjects that it's not difficult for him to find a stack of interesting material and a good corner to sit in that the hours almost run away from him.
That's where he can be found this morning, with a stack about ten books high standing a bit precariously next to where he's sitting.
He's about halfway through a book discussing Earth's aquatic botany. And yes, he's very much engrossed in said book.
The gardens | Mid-afternoon
After several long and productive hours in the library, it's now afternoon, and the Doctor is outside going for a brisk walk through the gardens. It's very snowy outside, but that doesn't appear to bother him in the least. He's made several circuits around the place by now, and he's decided it's a good time to go investigate the hedge maze.
It might be just a maze, but he hasn't gone there yet, so what better time than the present? And, well, after sitting so long amongst the dusty yet fascinating books, he's a bit stiff, so a good leg-stretching is absolutely in order.
The attic | Evening
It could be said that the Doctor has a thing for spending copious amounts of time in dark, quiet, and dusty places, and now that evening's fallen, he's upstairs poking about through piles of what appears to be broken bits of junk.
But there is that little saying about how one man's junk is another's treasure, and the Doctor subscribes rather wholeheartedly to that saying. He's digging around through the piles of stuff with an almost reckless abandon, coming up just a bit short of flinging things around.
Except, there's some rather fragile bits of junk up here, so throwing things might damage them, and that would be a complete tragedy.
Where: Everywhere.
When: 3/8, throughout the day.
Rating: PG.
Summary: The Doctor is on the loose, poking his nose into places it doesn't belong.
The Story:
The library | Early morning
After the oh-so-scintillating experience of being stuck on a pathetic little bit of hallway until he found a way off, the Doctor's gone off in search of a little exercise for his brain. And that means a good long session in the library. It's a brilliant place, really, with so many books on so many different subjects that it's not difficult for him to find a stack of interesting material and a good corner to sit in that the hours almost run away from him.
That's where he can be found this morning, with a stack about ten books high standing a bit precariously next to where he's sitting.
He's about halfway through a book discussing Earth's aquatic botany. And yes, he's very much engrossed in said book.
The gardens | Mid-afternoon
After several long and productive hours in the library, it's now afternoon, and the Doctor is outside going for a brisk walk through the gardens. It's very snowy outside, but that doesn't appear to bother him in the least. He's made several circuits around the place by now, and he's decided it's a good time to go investigate the hedge maze.
It might be just a maze, but he hasn't gone there yet, so what better time than the present? And, well, after sitting so long amongst the dusty yet fascinating books, he's a bit stiff, so a good leg-stretching is absolutely in order.
The attic | Evening
It could be said that the Doctor has a thing for spending copious amounts of time in dark, quiet, and dusty places, and now that evening's fallen, he's upstairs poking about through piles of what appears to be broken bits of junk.
But there is that little saying about how one man's junk is another's treasure, and the Doctor subscribes rather wholeheartedly to that saying. He's digging around through the piles of stuff with an almost reckless abandon, coming up just a bit short of flinging things around.
Except, there's some rather fragile bits of junk up here, so throwing things might damage them, and that would be a complete tragedy.
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"I hope not. But I think we would've heard about it if they did."
The way news spread around here was like wildfire because people had to be aware of everything, and overall, there weren't that many of them here. But some information Minato would keep on a more personal or private level, such as the discussion about his Personas and thus later on down the line, any of the Doctor's abilities.
"I don't know if they'd be erased from home either. That would change the whole course of someone's home world too."
The Doctor had some good theories though. If someone died on the other side, then it was as if they did leave Wonderland, right? But where would they go, that was the question.
"... I wonder if that would mean that the Mirror based on that person would be considered the 'real' version of that person?"
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"Or maybe we wouldn't. It could be useful, having some idea what happens after the fifth death, but whatever it is, it could be terrible enough that they'd not want to talk about it to anyone."
The Doctor might consider being forthcoming to a certain extent with his own abilities, but anything told to him in confidence by Minato or anyone else would remain that way until they decided otherwise. He wasn't in the business of spilling other people's secrets, just his own and only when the situation called for it.
"Right, and that is a possibility, but it takes considerable effort to pull off." So then again, perhaps it isn't really a possibility at all. If nothing else, it's a steep thing to actually achieve.
"As for that, I'm not sure. Aren't we the so-called real versions?" Having never really met a Mirror before, the Doctor was inclined to think they were real enough, that they had an actual existence, but by definition, the people on this side of the mirrors were the originals.
Or maybe they weren't, and something was deluding them.
This makes me want Minato's Mirror to meet the Doctor XD
"If it happens on the other side, maybe the Mirrors know more."
Minato had talked to a couple of them before, but only briefly. He saw shades of their existence sometimes when they would write on the glass surfaces to communicate. He had to go and find one he could trust or rely on for information, but that was already going to be hard enough.
"We're called Real, but 'Real' must mean original." Just like the Doctor had concluded. He thought the Mirrors were just as real as anything else. "But why that word at all? Why not use 'Original'?" It was a perfectly good word to use. There had to be a reason why for the discrepancy.
That would be awesome! XD
"Perhaps. What are they like, these Mirrors? I haven't even seen one, not yet, though I suppose I will, if I stay long enough." And since he can't see a way to leave, then yeah, he'll be staying.
"I like that better than Real, anyway. Who says the Mirrors aren't? They're just different from us, from the sounds of things; that doesn't mean they're any less real." Or at least, he thinks it doesn't, because again, it's not as though he's speaking from experience here. "Maybe we should start using that. It might catch on, you never know."
That could be arranged! XD
At least, this is what Minato had concluded from his limited interactions with a couple of Mirrors and from what Minato had been told about them. He, like the Doctor, hadn't actually seen one for himself either.
"They call this side the 'Real' side. It sounds like they're made to think that they aren't 'real' then." Minato did want to find another word for them since "real" had other implications. But what kind of existence then was it to know that that existence was entirely reliant on someone else's?
Excellent! I look forward to it~
And now he found himself wondering what his own Mirror might be like, if there was indeed one on the other side. It shouldn't be possible, but then again, a lot of things in Wonderland weren't strictly possible. And that's what made them even more interesting.
"I suppose they aren't, if only in the sense that they aren't us. But they're living, aren't they? Walking about, talking, and doing things?" That's not all that makes a person alive, and of course the Doctor knows that. "I assume they have thoughts and feelings just like anyone, so assuming all of those things are true, I'd have to say they must be real enough." But the longer he thought about it, the more distasteful the term "real" was becoming.
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Minato had wondered about that too, about being a template. When they arrived here in Wonderland, it was as if no time had passed at all. But how could they know for sure that no time passed from leaving home to arriving here? The time in between could've been spent making a copy of them.
"They're alive from what I can tell. They share our memories too." But it was how they reacted to those memories, either acceptance or rejection, that perhaps made them even more different.
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That latter part was a thing the Doctor couldn't argue about, because really, humans did have a lot of positives going for them, but it was a bit of a misguided goal regardless, and a bit too much like playing at being gods.
"It didn't end well, if that's what you're wondering." At least, the most recent incident didn't. For a brief second, he'd hoped that the newly created hybrid of Dalek and human would survive, except the so-called pure Daleks had exterminated the hybrids.
"It must be interesting, talking to them." Not having met them yet, it was just a guess, but the Doctor figured that all of them weren't the pleasant sort. Being sort of pitted against the so-called Reals had quite a few implications, and he was willing to bet that a decent chunk of those were the bad kind.
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"Has it ever ended well?"
It couldn't all be negative or all failures. What were the chances of that? But then again, using people as templates didn't seem to be the best way to start or end anything.
"You can try talking to one. They can hear and see everything through the mirrors." They must've had quite the spectacle whenever things were happening on the so-called Real side.
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"Not really, no."
In the case he was thinking about, it had ended with the genocide of an entire new species, despite his best efforts to keep that from happening. He saw the occasion as a colossal failure on his part.
"I'll have to do that, yeah. I want to know more about them."
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"You can write a message to them on the mirrors too. Someone's going to have to see it."
And whether or not they responded was just a matter of waiting or a matter of luck.
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He grinned with anticipation, already thinking about things he could write as his first attempt at contacting those on the other side. "Minato, you've been brilliant."
He really was, too, putting up with the Doctor's rambles and staying relatively caught up with him. If this had been anywhere else, and he still had the TARDIS with him, he'd definitely consider extending some of those frequent flyer's privileges to him, namely a key to the TARDIS. It might not be of much use right now, but it was the thought behind it that was important.
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"Good luck, Sensei. If I make any progress, I'll let you know too."
He definitely had someone he could talk to now, someone he could banter ideas and theories around. They had to be able to figure something out between the two of them.