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The Doctor is standing in the Nexus, hands thrust into his pinstripe trouser pockets, pushing back his overcoat behind them and scuffing his Converse Allstars idly.
He's been in the Nexus for a few days now, and it has to be said is absolutely fascinated by the possibilities it presents. Parallel Universes previously closed to him are now all fair game, but with that, he also knows that old threats are no longer classified as 'old'.
There has to be a reason the TARDIS brought him here, there always is. So far though he's been enjoying the scenery, and the wealth of species that the Nexus attracts.
"Ever had a task that you know you should be able to do, but quite like it the way it is, malfunctioning and all, so you never really apply yourself?"
He pulls a jar of marmite out of his pocket and dips his finger in before sucking it, his face distorted in cogitation. "Haven't made my mind up about this stuff. Love it or hate it?"
He's been in the Nexus for a few days now, and it has to be said is absolutely fascinated by the possibilities it presents. Parallel Universes previously closed to him are now all fair game, but with that, he also knows that old threats are no longer classified as 'old'.
There has to be a reason the TARDIS brought him here, there always is. So far though he's been enjoying the scenery, and the wealth of species that the Nexus attracts.
"Ever had a task that you know you should be able to do, but quite like it the way it is, malfunctioning and all, so you never really apply yourself?"
He pulls a jar of marmite out of his pocket and dips his finger in before sucking it, his face distorted in cogitation. "Haven't made my mind up about this stuff. Love it or hate it?"