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2nd Regeneration [Video]

BZZZZZT~!

When the communicator activated, it was to the Doctor buried from the waist up underneath the TARDIS' console, suit-jacket draped over the back of the seat nearby and shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he busied himself working away at something inside. One hand is stuck out, pointing a small silver object at the device before pulling his hand back away and going back to work. Apparently he's activated the communicator by way of sonic screwdriver.

You see, he's been rather absent for the past oh, month and a half, because it wasn't long after he'd made his first post - only a few days - that he had managed to find all of his belongings. Including the TARDIS. But she won't work right. He's stuck on this planet and in this time, and he's been trying his damnedest to figure out why. He's been a little hyper-focused on that sole task, too, so you'll have to excuse his obliviousness to certain things.

In the meantime, he's managed to park her on one of the little cliff-faces in the canyons that isn't connected by any bridges. Sure, it won't keep them safe from flyers, but keeping the land-based creatures at bay for a little while seemed like the wise thing to do at the time. So the instant he'd found he could still move through "space" but not "time," he had scooted her to his little eagle's-nest ledge.

"I wouldn't suppose any of you would know anything about helmic technology, would you?" Because surely he's not that lucky. He pulls his head out from under the console, holding up what looks to be a bicycle pump, staring at it imploringly as if that will make it do what he wants it to do. "I think I've pinned down my TARDIS's malfunction t'this little bratty thing here. Shouldn't be surprised. Thing seems to enjoy failin' on me when I really need it. But as it is, TARDIS won' go anywhere because this seems t'have just gone completely kaput!"

He drops the thing gently into his lap, holding it with far more tenderness then one would expect of a man wielding a broken part. And don't mind him if he seems to pet it while he continues to address the screen, reaching up with one hand to wipe an oily smear across one cheek without even realizing it.

"Oh yeah, an' I think I forgot t'introduce myself properly last time." He grins rather brightly now. Almost too brightly, it almost looks somewhat deranged underneath everything. "Hello. I'm the Doctor. Pleased to meet all of you."

And then the smile drops to something a tad more believable. A subtle frown.

"I'll do my best to forget any wrong-feet that were gotten off on the last time I spoke with any of you out there. I like playin' nice, so I'll do my best t'keep it that way."

((OOC: Sorry sorry for the late replies to the first post! I promise to be getting back to them shortly! I just knew I should probably work on getting some new activity up in the meantime. 8|))

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'The Doctor?'

Yeeeeup! The Doctor, that's me. An' you are?

May I inquire as to what you are a doctor of?

Perceptor.

Oh, Everythin' an' nothin' at all, really. Mostly just travel a lot, through time an' space when my TARDIS is up an' runnin'. The name's mostly an "honorary" thing, in most cases.

Pleased t'meetcha, Perceptor. I'm guessin' you're good at perceivin' things, eh?

[He's trying at wit here. He thinks he's funny. Hah hah.]

Ah, I suppose then that your arrival through the Lambda was less unusual than it might have been for others.

By the standards of my species, yes, I am rather good at it.

[ What is humor. ]

You know, it was a lot more unusual then you'd expect. Even for me, it was a bit of a start wakin' up someplace new like this. An' I've been around long enough to have seen most worlds, so it's hard to surprise me. So kudos to your Lambda, I have to say.

[He just...kind of smiles and quirks a brow at the voice on the other end.] Well, always good to meet another clever person. Are you one of the techno-organics, or one of the aliens? [Because yes, he realizes that he is the alien here. Though that's not terribly unusual in his experience. He's been the alien-visitor for a few centuries, now.]

Mm, I shall keep that in mind. Have you encountered any anomalies similar to it in the past?

[ Because really, if he's finally found someone with experience in hiccups in space-time he's not about to let them go without a round of 20 questions.

...Hm. 'Clever.' Well, if he's one thing... ]

A little of both, I suppose. I am a Cybertronian. We are native to this planet, although this planet in particular is not my own.

Can't help you with repairs on your... machine. Perhaps contact one of the local engineers?

... And, that is really your name? The Doctor? Where you come from, are people named after their professions?

Eeeeh, yeah well. She's kind've a specialized old girl, so I wasn't really hopin' for much. It was worth a shot.

Not generally, though there are a few of us. We have other names, but through one way or another, we end up with something else. I'm the Doctor, and there's The Corsair, The Master, [Though that one earns him a bit of a sneer...] The Other. An' "Susan Foreman" wasn't a real name, either. She just took it after she fell in love with Earth Culture. Though I think "The Other" was sort've a posthumous title because the real name was lost to history. Memory's a little fuzzy on how exactly that one came about...[Still, he's a little hush-hush on giving any real descriptives of who those names belong to.]

[you can't see it, but he's workin' his head tilt] I see. Well, my culture uses names humans probably find odd as well. I suppose something like "Screwbolt" isn't considered a very popular designation on Earth. [hum] Then again, most of the good names are taken.

[Have a very curious mech considering you and your curious surroundings over the video feed.]

Hello, friend. Glad to see you've found most of what you were missing. Shame about your...tardiss though, there are quite a number of scientists and engineers about whom I bet could help you. Sadly I am neither.

[He's not aware of any wrong-footedness that might have gone on so he just continues on his merry way.]

At any rate, I'm Wing. Well met, Doctor. [As names go that's a little...straightforward. But OH, the jet named Wing really should not talk.] So you're a medic then? You must have been around for a very long time, where I come from all the good names were taken a long time ago.

Hello to you, too! It is a much better day, havin' all of my stuff, fully functional or not. When you've been travelin' as long as I have, you start to get really attached to your things, I have to say. Maybe, I'm hopin' someone can help, though unfortunately I don't know if they'll be able to. Still, it's worth a shot, eh?

[The name pings in the back of his memory a bit, and he tilts his head to the side.]

Well greetings then, Wing. I think we might have talked the first time I showed my dashing face on the comms, but...things were a bit of a blur at that point, so you'll excuse me if my memory's a little fuzzy on it. And usually no, most names where I come from are your standard organic names in funny languages only their species understands. Mine's a bit of a special case. Been called it for who knows how long, honestly. [Though he won't even get into the fact that some species have adopted the word into their vocabulary just because of him.]

[OH!! Now you've pinged his curiosity!]

So you're a traveler!? That's so wonderful. I'd always wanted to see more of the universe. Duty and function have prevented that for the most part but...well, it's better that I stay where I'm needed anyway. I do still dream of it sometimes.

[And now this sounds familiar, and he realizes they have met before. Wing introduced himself to so many new people on the Link he's loosing track! Obviously he needs to store his memory files better.]

Oh yes! You're right. I recall it now. I've greeted so many new people of late... [It's definitely a blur. Wing's spent the last two millennium in an isolated city that had the same population the entire time. New people are...NEW.] Ah, well, I know some humans that have code names or nicknames, so I suppose it's not that unusual. My own race tends to have descriptive designations, sometimes based off function but not always.

'Helmic'?

Yeah, it helps the TARDIS be sure she's landin' in the right time an' place, otherwise you'll get completely lost. Sort've like tryin' to land in Ancient Rome an' findin' yourself in the Vatican instead. [What do you mean none of those references make sense? Keep up. 8|]

It's gone out so severely, the TARDIS is refusin' to move through time at all. Poor old girl's not feelin' good at all, I guess.

[he only understood half of that

but in the good news;]

I imagine the Lambda is at fault. My own power is crippled within its vicinity, and that is with the shielding I was crafted with; it would make sense that such with less would find itself even more affected.

[Blurr approves of organics taking in consideration machines, so he's okay with the gentle wilding and the petting.] Sorry sir _{It's the first time I hear about helmic technology.

I am Agent Blurr member of the Elite Guard an intelligence gathering body that exists within the Autobot fraction IT'S good to have more medics here but what was your name sir?}

Aah, that's alright. Poor old girl's the last of her kind, so there's not many who know how to fix her these days. [To which he gives a bit of a sad look, and reaches down to pet the "bike pump" affectionately again.]

Pleased t'meet you, Agent Blurr. Now...Autobot. That is a word I think I know. Optimus Prime, Prowl, Jazz, Bumblebee an' all that? I really had a hard time believin' it when I first popped in, but I guess it's hard to deny it, the more I see it. Shouldn't be too surprisin', really, alternate Universes aren't that unusual. Just the figurin' out how this one became so widely known in mine. But no, I'm not an actual Medic. The Doctor is my name. Not to say I don't have quite a bit of medical knowledge at this point in my life, yeah, but I've been known as the Doctor since before that. Longer'n I used my old name, at least.

If she is then _{you need to} take good care of her WHAT does she do?

It's nice to meet you as well Doctor...[Blurr looks more confused than surprised at the mention of Jazz and the others.] How do you know that? Andwhatsyouroldname?

Your people always fondle your thingamajigs in public?

[He looks humanish, but he uses a lot of funny words, so she's not really sure what his culture is.]

...What??? I'm not fondlin' myself!

[Is he really that oblivious...?]

It's not like I know what parts you do or don't have! But, you do seem awfully attached to that whatsit.

What's the bratty, helmic thing do?

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