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Imps.

[ it's a singular word accompanied by the image of a very unamused and unimpressed older face with eyebrows that even if you couldn't see his mouth might actually show off his displeasure all by themselves. it's clear that he thinks this entire thing is stupid and arguably not real, but then again, robin hood shouldn't be real and he certainly did run into him. ]

There's a planet or two like this. Populated only with small, very— annoying bug creatures. I hate those planets. [ see also: i hate here. ] Try to avoid them unless someone wants to go see them.

[ that's not actually the commentary he means to make about here, but he can't entirely resist it. he clears throat. ] Of all the versions of me to drag here you choose me. Have to wonder if there's something a bit off in your heads. Then again, there's imps and fairies around and involved. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised if there's something off.

[ he sighs. ] If you can take a moment away from whatever it is you're doing right now. I know it's important to you— but this is a bit important to me and it'll take a minute. And it won't kill you to take that minute to listen since you already are. [ he also doesn't entirely care what everyone else is doing right now, but manners, achieving the goal of actually getting someone to pay attention. ] I'm missing a person. My ca— Clara. Her name's Clara, about— [ he motions somewhere south of his shoulder that is a horrible approximation of her actual height. ] that high, wide face. Bossy little thing. Tell her the Doctor's looking for her and that I need to see her even if she doesn't want to see me. I need to make sure she's in one piece if she's here.

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Clara's here. In Caer Glaem, last I heard, but I've been traveling.

[ And getting thrown into the ocean. It's all very difficult to keep up. ]

[steeledskin]

[ hm! sansa has met a girl named clara, but she's wary of telling anyone else about any one person. what if the lady clara does not want to be found? it's the part he says about clara possibly not wanting to see him...

it troubles her. ]

Beg pardon. What's a doctor? [ is it a title, she wonders? is he a lord? ]

[bythewaves]

You know Milady Clara? She has mentioned you, her Doctor.

She was well, the last I knew - you may find her in the Seelie castle, I believe, with her new pup.

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[winterwork]

Planets? You some sort of space guy?

[Jack was always a bit curious about space, but he usually lost control of the wind before he could get high enough.]

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[ Getting thrown into the ocean is enough of an excuse, probably. Depending on how far away the ocean is and how— one got thrown into it. ]

Caer Glaem. The Seelie— [ He just trails off because that's— a little problematic. ] You don't keep in touch with people while traveling?

[ It sounds almost like a judgment but it's hard to pinpoint if it actually is because it's not like he's any better at keeping in touch sometimes. ]

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[ On the one hand, the Doctor can't bring himself to entirely care about everything else right now when he's looking for Clara. On the other, according to Mr. Traveling Man she's safe, albeit in a completely different area and in the completely wrong court in relation to him. So perhaps he can spare a moment to actually— attempt to explain what it is. ]

You— [ He manages to stop himself and actually look at Sansa for a moment and while verbal things change, beg pardon isn't usually used by someone who knows what a Doctor is because they've had experiences with one. ] Of course you don't know what a doctor is.

My name, first off, I have another name, but The Doctor is the one I go by and have for ages. They tend to be vaguely helpful and tend to help those who might need help if you're injured or— something close to it. I don't usually do the actual doctoring injuries part, but I can be helpful in general. [ Depending on his mood and maybe the way the wind is blowing that day among other things. ]

Why are you asking?

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She has? Of course she has. [ It doesn't sound like she said anything bad about him which he's counting as a blessing. Maybe— well it's a good thing and he'll take it. ]

Caer Glaem, I know, with the— [ Wait just a second. ] Her new what?

[ When in the hell did she get a pup? ]

[steeledskin]

-- Like a Maester? [ she wonders -- allowing a slight wrinkle in her expression. if she is slightly bolder than usual, then it's because of the lockets. they allow for such distance! such courage. ] It's only...I would know what to call you. Lord or Ser or Maester or...Doctor, I imagine, if it's a title.

[ she wants to be polite; she doesn't know how to address him. and knowing how to address someone is a cornerstone of courtesy. ]

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[ Some sort of space guy. There's this brief moment when The Doctor looks a little offended before just pursing his lips. ]

Space and time guy, but yes. I'm that sort of guy. The guy who travels about, landing on planets, saying hello, maybe doing some things before flying off to the next one.

[ And then. ]

You some sort of not space guy?

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Isn't it against protocol to just give up the positions of others?

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It was a different face I was talking about before, actually. Enchanted sleep last week. New memories. How are you?

[The face that never almost made her blow up the moon.]

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So.

Here you are then.

[Because. What else do you say. There are lots of emotions going on here. It's like elation and remembered fury and it's burning.]

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[winterwork]

Time, huh? [A raised eyebrow shows how that's even more new. Except everyone here comes from so many different times, the notion of it might be slightly less impressive than it should be.]

More of a sky and snow guy. A little bit of a time guy too since I've seen a lot of it. Though I'm guessing probably not as much as you.

[Because sure he's old, but at least he doesn't look old. There's a brief pause where he stares for a bit before giving his staff a smack in realization.]

Got it! You're Father Time! Nailed it.

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If that's what you call someone involved in healing and helping or a Doctor where you're from— yes, like a Maester. [ he doesn't even question the wrinkle, but perhaps that's because at her next words, he ends up looking like she told him the absolute last thing he wanted to hear. it's not that he's— mad, it's just he's not quite a fan of having to be called a title. that never usually ends well. ]

A name isn't a title. I prefer Doctor, but I guess Maester could work. Definitely don't do Lord or Ser, since I'm neither one of those things. Most don't ask about that, you know. They just take the Doctor and run with calling me that.

[steeledskin]

It's...difficult. Here. [ her voice has grown small. she does not handle disappointment well, and although there is no explicit reason to expect this doctor even cares enough to be disappointed, there is something in his reproach -- the way he tells her most people do not ask those questions -- that cows her.

but then again, she is easily cowed. ] To know how to talk with some souls. Now, it seems least inconvenient only to ask at the very outset.

[ a horrifying prospect back in westeros, but a sad reality here in the drabwurld. else she'd be calling everyone lord and lady just in case. ]

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[ Ah. Well. There goes that hope she was from a time just a bit behind him. ]

And there you are.

[ He should say something, probably, not an apology because that'd be stupid and he's still— he still doesn't quite understand what was so wrong about what he did. He should say something about that, but he doesn't want to, so instead he focuses on the maybe— no the definitely more important part. Clara being mad at him still can be ignored just temporarily in favor of this. ]

You're in Caer Glaem or near it, since your acquaintances can't seem to keep track for sure. You're part of the Seelie court.

[ And I'm not is what he's choosing to just let her figure out by herself. ]

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Which means you're not.

[She knows his games and she keeps up well by now. Nor does she expect and apology. Not really. Honestly, by the time she ended up back here, she'd been well on her way of forgiving him. Or well, at least deciding that she didn't hate him but perhaps that they didn't mesh as well as she thought.]

Here I'm. Been here for nearly eight months now. All the way back to when you had your old face.

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Time. That thing that passes by rather quickly when you're not paying attention.

[ If you're human or anything that can't travel through time, but details. ]

With that white hair of yours, I'd say you've got a century or two under your belt. At least. Must be all that sky and snow that keeps you from looking like it in the face. Just wait a few—

[ Hold up— oh this is a nightmare and a secret dream all in one. Father Time. Good god, he likes this regeneration but apparently he looks old enough to be Father Time to white haired teenagers. Are you messing with him Jack? Please be messing with him. The Doctor manages to open his mouth once, before shutting it and doing what really is a good imitation of a fish before he finally shakes his head. ]

Oh. Of course, and I occasionally spend time with Father Christmas in between my favorite human holiday and his. [ Why this. ] I look that old to you?

[ He doesn't even know if he's insulted or not, because at least he looks— a bit better than a few other regenerations were once upon a time. ]

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[ the doctor's never been one to pay attention to titles, after all kings and queens tend to be just as human as their subjects and people calming to be gods rarely are. most of the time all they serve to do is separate beings and it just— rubs him the wrong way. never mind his own general annoyance at being referred to as something he isn't because the doctor was always supposed to tell people what he was nowadays. ]

They'll correct you if you say the wrong thing. Might be annoyed at first— but you can't read their minds, can you? Even what they're wearing can make you think they're not a— whatever they want to be referred to as. And if they're taking extreme offense at you saying something wrong, I'd just call them the wrong thing on purpose. Those types of people don't need to ego stroking that comes with titles because they already think pretty highly of themselves.

[steeledskin]

But I don't want to offend--

[ a soft sigh. worry. no, she cannot tell the thoughts and hearts of others. but often (in the red keep, at least) it had felt expected. there was a king to appease and a queen regent to appease and kingsguard to appease.

and then there is sansa -- deflated, all appeased out. ] Apologies, Doctor.

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I'm not. I'm in Caer Scima now and part of the Unseelie court.

[ He says it rather dryly, despite knowing that it means there's a fair distance between them. Listening to her speak isn't hard, for once and maybe that's the reason. It benefits him more to just listen rather than— speak in this instance. ]

He'd be in this court too, you know. I'm not just here because I'm— [ whatever name you feel like calling me. ] So that's who they all know about. His face and his mannerisms and when they see me and hear the Doctor they'll see the opposite of what they were told.

[ It sounds maybe a bit annoyed with a bit of an offended tone underneath it before he continues. ] Eight months. You have actually gotten out of that castle at some point during all that time, haven't you?

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People get offended about stupid things like people looking at them wrong. I'm sure you don't want to offend, but spending all your energy on not offending typically ends in offending someone anyway.

[ it's frustrating in a way and it probably leaks into his voice a little when he's speaking. sansa's allowed to do whatever she wants, but it doesn't stop him from wanting to tell her that he finds it to be a waste of time. then again, maybe that's part of his own problem nowadays.

he's stopped caring who he offends unless it's important. ] You don't need to apologize. [ a pause. ] You could tell me your name and I'll accept that as an apology more than you just saying apologies if you still feel the need.

[steeledskin]

La--[ dy. lady. but he's already disavowed titles, hasn't he? and so perhaps she'll only frustrate him further by introducing hers. because (certainly) she can hear his frustration and it plucks keen strings in her heart. she aims to evade frustration. ]

Sansa, Doctor. [ it sounds crude to her ears. ] Sansa of House Stark.

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I do know.

[She cuts him off quickly. There's no more wondering if he's the same man or not. He is. But men change and so has the Doctor. It's the changes that worry her.] I kept a look out for you. Every feast. Watching the lockets to see if you'd ended up here. Never did.

I only just woke up with new memories a few days ago. New memories of you.

[Then she twists her lips into a frown.]

I have. Plenty of times. I'm not a princess who's just going to sit in a tower. I spent the last month digging graves and dodging demons.

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[ he manages to actually crack a small smile at the slip. it shouldn't amuse him but at the same time, there's something funny about hearing her start the word— a title before stopping herself. ]

Sansa Stark, then. Unless you'd like to tell me the house isn't in your family's name. [ he doesn't think she will, but best to err on the side of caution just this once. ] Would you answer to just Sansa when we talk? Or would that too familiar for someone you've just started speaking to?

[ he's still probably going to call her that regardless, but, he'll ask just this once. ]