arthur-in-time

[arthur-in-time]

He startles, something about the Magister's voice makes his hair stand on end, he instinctively leans closer to the Doctor. He only nods at what the Magister says, not daring to say anything more to upset him. There's a part of his mind that feels in danger when he meets the man's eyes. A primal fear, some sort of remnant of a different time perhaps... He knows he shouldn't be so afraid, the Magister is only trying to help after all. Or at least.. he thinks that's the case. One never knows.. shifty eyes... And all that...

The Doctor sits up when he receives the mug, remaining close to Arthur and carefully tucking the blankets in between him and his thigh. He then removes the protective plastic and begins to stir with the lolly, a profound sigh escapes him as he glances at the Magister for a second. He clearly knows what he's doing, a lot better than he does.

He looks back at the mug, focusing on the circular movement which seems to gradually and without his awareness blur his vision of everything that is real around him, silently flushing the crackling sounds of the fire with the swirl away from his perception. His body is unusually still, save for the stirring. He is breathing, in and out, slowly, automatically, as any and all sensations in his body that would usually be identified as emotions get relocated somewhere else within his psyche, away from the present, away from becoming an inconvenience.

He blinks, gently swaying his head as he notices the task had finished, much faster than he thought, or at least that's how he had perceived it. He brings the mug to his face, sniffing it, the heat and strawberry scent partially bringing him back to reality.

He then sets it on the floor, carefully, away enough from them so it doesn't accidentally spill when he turns to Arthur, slides an arm under his torso and gently lifts him to sit. Still supporting his weight, leaning him a bit on his shoulder, he adjusts the blankets so they cover as much of him as possible, then grabs the mug and brings it to him.

"Here, Arthur, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

He lifts it closer to his face, waiting to see if he can manage to grab it, not planning on letting go of it whether he did or not, after all, it'd be likely he'd drop it.

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"Oh, thank you."

He nods and takes the mug in a blanket, bringing it close to himself. It's very warm.. and that's quite nice.

"I um... I'm not as cold as i was. But i.. well i don't really think i can feel my toes much. Is.. is that really bad?"

He looks at the Magister with wide eyes, then looks at the Doctor, then back to the Magister, hoping their faces tell him something, is he going to have to regenerate? He's never done that before, he doesn't even know how it works, what if he can't do it? Then they'd have come here to save him for nothing... No, no, he shouldn't think like that...

The Doctor sits up when he receives the mug, remaining close to Arthur and carefully tucking the blankets in between him and his thigh. He then removes the protective plastic and begins to stir with the lolly, a profound sigh escapes him as he glances at the Magister for a second. He clearly knows what he's doing, a lot better than he does.

He looks back at the mug, focusing on the circular movement which seems to gradually and without his awareness blur his vision of everything that is real around him, silently flushing the crackling sounds of the fire with the swirl away from his perception. His body is unusually still, save for the stirring. He is breathing, in and out, slowly, automatically, as any and all sensations in his body that would usually be identified as emotions get relocated somewhere else within his psyche, away from the present, away from becoming an inconvenience.

He blinks, gently swaying his head as he notices the task had finished, much faster than he thought, or at least that's how he had perceived it. He brings the mug to his face, sniffing it, the heat and strawberry scent partially bringing him back to reality.

He then sets it on the floor, carefully, away enough from them so it doesn't accidentally spill when he turns to Arthur, slides an arm under his torso and gently lifts him to sit. Still supporting his weight, leaning him a bit on his shoulder, he adjusts the blankets so they cover as much of him as possible, then grabs the mug and brings it to him.

"Here, Arthur, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

He lifts it closer to his face, waiting to see if he can manage to grab it, not planning on letting go of it whether he did or not, after all, it'd be likely he'd drop it.

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Arthur feels like sinking into the floor, the Doctor is here trying to help and he can't even endure drinking a little hot water. He's going to be angry with him for this, surely. And when people get angry, it hurts. He has to make this up to them somehow.. when he's not so cold...

"Um.. thank you."

He takes the mug and forces himself to drink the contents, despite it being a bit too hot still. It does him good in the long run though, making him feel less cold. He can actually feel his hands now, and they hurt. As if they were literally unfreezing. He hands the mug back to the Doctor, wrapping the blankets closer around himself.

Thank you for uh... Saving me.. it was scary here.. the ghosts..

The Doctor sits up when he receives the mug, remaining close to Arthur and carefully tucking the blankets in between him and his thigh. He then removes the protective plastic and begins to stir with the lolly, a profound sigh escapes him as he glances at the Magister for a second. He clearly knows what he's doing, a lot better than he does.

He looks back at the mug, focusing on the circular movement which seems to gradually and without his awareness blur his vision of everything that is real around him, silently flushing the crackling sounds of the fire with the swirl away from his perception. His body is unusually still, save for the stirring. He is breathing, in and out, slowly, automatically, as any and all sensations in his body that would usually be identified as emotions get relocated somewhere else within his psyche, away from the present, away from becoming an inconvenience.

He blinks, gently swaying his head as he notices the task had finished, much faster than he thought, or at least that's how he had perceived it. He brings the mug to his face, sniffing it, the heat and strawberry scent partially bringing him back to reality.

He then sets it on the floor, carefully, away enough from them so it doesn't accidentally spill when he turns to Arthur, slides an arm under his torso and gently lifts him to sit. Still supporting his weight, leaning him a bit on his shoulder, he adjusts the blankets so they cover as much of him as possible, then grabs the mug and brings it to him.

"Here, Arthur, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

He lifts it closer to his face, waiting to see if he can manage to grab it, not planning on letting go of it whether he did or not, after all, it'd be likely he'd drop it.

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Arthur is distracted, looking at the Doctor, perceiving him through his blurry vision. He feels something slightly shift in the inner workings of his mind, the feeling of safety seems to latch onto the blurry image of the Doctor and fuse with it.

He isn't sure how long he's been staring, but he's woken up by the Doctor picking him up and offering him... Tea? No that's not tea... Arthur doesn't really feel like drinking anything.. He just wants to curl up against the Doctor and sleep, but the Doctor wants him to drink that.. sweet.. thing.. so he should probably do it. The Doctor is always right after all.

He brings his arms up to grab the mug, his hands still feel awfully stiff and cold. He takes a sip of the slightly sweet strawberry flavoured water, it's warm, well maybe a bit too warm.

"Ow-"

The Doctor sits up when he receives the mug, remaining close to Arthur and carefully tucking the blankets in between him and his thigh. He then removes the protective plastic and begins to stir with the lolly, a profound sigh escapes him as he glances at the Magister for a second. He clearly knows what he's doing, a lot better than he does.

He looks back at the mug, focusing on the circular movement which seems to gradually and without his awareness blur his vision of everything that is real around him, silently flushing the crackling sounds of the fire with the swirl away from his perception. His body is unusually still, save for the stirring. He is breathing, in and out, slowly, automatically, as any and all sensations in his body that would usually be identified as emotions get relocated somewhere else within his psyche, away from the present, away from becoming an inconvenience.

He blinks, gently swaying his head as he notices the task had finished, much faster than he thought, or at least that's how he had perceived it. He brings the mug to his face, sniffing it, the heat and strawberry scent partially bringing him back to reality.

He then sets it on the floor, carefully, away enough from them so it doesn't accidentally spill when he turns to Arthur, slides an arm under his torso and gently lifts him to sit. Still supporting his weight, leaning him a bit on his shoulder, he adjusts the blankets so they cover as much of him as possible, then grabs the mug and brings it to him.

"Here, Arthur, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

He lifts it closer to his face, waiting to see if he can manage to grab it, not planning on letting go of it whether he did or not, after all, it'd be likely he'd drop it.

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Arthur is quite confused, he closes his eyes, then opens them again when the Doctor shakes him that's a bit rude isn't it

"huh..."

He hears something about a fish and sugar.. honestly why are they talking about those things, it's far too cold up here to get any fish... Unless they brought it with them? But why if there's bears nearby, they'd get eaten... That'd hurt.

"Fish... No.. the bears... Ow."

He quickly loses interest in the conversation, or.. well it wasn't much of a conversation. In any case, he just wants to sleep. He lets out a frustrated huff and attempts to... Steal the Doctor's cricket jumper (?) by grabbing at it and immediately giving up as his hands just hurt too much when he moves them.

By the time the pair had reached the mountain, the sun had set and the cold had become apparent. The Doctor hadn't complained at all during their hike as to not alert his counterpart of his strain, yet he was about to do so for a different reason.

"Ah. What use is a torch when you can't see anything?"

He let out a frustrated huff, and as if the old torch had taken offense to his comment, it turned off. He gave it a few smacks to get it working again, its light illuminating the thick fog that surrounded them and mixed with the clouds of used air the cold made visible out of their mouths. He looked at the tracker, still nothing in sight.

"...Arthur was not lying about the cold... are we near? We have been walking for a while, we should be near, unless we're lost, but we can't- are we lost?"

...He was clearly frustrated. He looked at the Magister, expectant.

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Arthur mumbles something incoherently about 'ghosts' and 'the cold'. He struggles to keep his eyes open, this Doctor looks.. different... Blurry.. for one. And not like the one that was there before... Or wasn't..

Arthur's eyes close and when he opens them again, he notices time has passed by, far too quickly.. everyone has moved. He knows someone is next to him, instinctively he moves closer to them, curling up like a cat to absorb as much warmth as he can. When his rational mind catches up, he realises it is the Doctor that's next to him. He doesn't really think of the implications of any of it. He just knows this is good. The Doctor always fixes things... Everything will be alright now.

By the time the pair had reached the mountain, the sun had set and the cold had become apparent. The Doctor hadn't complained at all during their hike as to not alert his counterpart of his strain, yet he was about to do so for a different reason.

"Ah. What use is a torch when you can't see anything?"

He let out a frustrated huff, and as if the old torch had taken offense to his comment, it turned off. He gave it a few smacks to get it working again, its light illuminating the thick fog that surrounded them and mixed with the clouds of used air the cold made visible out of their mouths. He looked at the tracker, still nothing in sight.

"...Arthur was not lying about the cold... are we near? We have been walking for a while, we should be near, unless we're lost, but we can't- are we lost?"

...He was clearly frustrated. He looked at the Magister, expectant.

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The cabin is dark, in the light of the torch the Doctor can see the fire in the fireplace that's now merely hot coals. The room looks.. messy, whatever pictures were on the walls are all torn down, lying on the floor, all face down. The chairs and other furniture are pushed aside haphazardly. In front of the fireplace is a pile of blankets and pillows from which he can faintly see a few strands of bright red hair peeking out.

The air inside the cabin may be slightly warmer than outside but not by more than a degree or two.

"Doctor...? You're not... Real though... You.. said.. told me..."

The pile of blankets shifts slightly as Arthur speaks, his voice is quiet and a bit raspy, he trails off with each word, as if it was too difficult to string together a coherent sentence.

By the time the pair had reached the mountain, the sun had set and the cold had become apparent. The Doctor hadn't complained at all during their hike as to not alert his counterpart of his strain, yet he was about to do so for a different reason.

"Ah. What use is a torch when you can't see anything?"

He let out a frustrated huff, and as if the old torch had taken offense to his comment, it turned off. He gave it a few smacks to get it working again, its light illuminating the thick fog that surrounded them and mixed with the clouds of used air the cold made visible out of their mouths. He looked at the tracker, still nothing in sight.

"...Arthur was not lying about the cold... are we near? We have been walking for a while, we should be near, unless we're lost, but we can't- are we lost?"

...He was clearly frustrated. He looked at the Magister, expectant.

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Oh, that's.. it's alright. The fire is still burning for now..not much though... and it is getting colder... I guess i could burn some of the chairs if it comes to that but it feels so wrong, they're all so... Nicely made..

And i don't really want to touch those pictures, it feels like they'll reach out of their frames and grab me with their cold, dead hands- i.. um.. I've just been hiding under the blankets i found... At least they can't see me that way... I hope...

I hope you get here soon... I'm getting all cold... And tired..

Hello Arthur, are you holding up well? We have arrived to Vera's TARDIS, now it'll take us a bit to move everything, but we'll be going towards you soon. Please stay cautious, don't go out and take care, alright?

-The Doctor ( @tremastersweb )

Doctor! Hello, i uh.. i missed you.. um.. I've just been asleep for a while.. and it's got colder up here, i tried to go out to get more firewood but it's... It's really foggy, like.. can't see two meters in front of me foggy.

I think I'll just have to put the remaining firewood from the cabin on and hope it lasts till you get here. It's rather miserable, there's no food besides the little cocoa left in that tin and um.. a few moldy potatoes that I'd rather not touch.. and i think the isolation is getting to me. I haven't actually seen a living person since i got here, and the old photos framed on the wall just make it worse, like I'm being watched by dead people-

Oh god I'm completely rambling, i must sound out of my mind, I'm sorry. I.. think I'll just curl up by the fire and.. sleep some more...

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"̸̧̳́}̶͚̔=̴̢̫̑Ȟ̷͍͓̓-̵̠̗̕'̸̘̾ ̷̖͠$̷̩̅ͅ+̵̞̉ ̸͆̾͜~̴͎͘|̶̩͕̀&̵̢̛̮ ̵̻̦̌:̸͈͕͐\̷̺̚͠@̶̷̨̮̹̉́!̴͍̫͑]̶̫͒̈́ ̵̦͂|̶̧̊̚'̵̰͔͘%̸̸̱̭̳̬͂̍̒͝,̴̜̚̚ ̶͔̽,̵̞̈\̸̭́#̵̢̲̂͆(̶̰̽̈́ͅ ̵̢̈́Ť̶̲̈́,̶͓͉͊[̵̢̃͜,̸̼̟̒̈́ ̴̵̜̜͒̂[̵̹͇͝=̴̪̥̐+̴̠̥̃͘ ̴̧̎̾:̸̩̦̌#̵̬̉͘\̷̨͉͒,̷̨̿?̴̱̌͊ ̸̘͠&̷̬̊̎≯̲͍́;̴͔̔̂/̴͎̲͘ ̴̥̃#̸̼͔̆͛!̷̘̼̎̉Ũ̸͍̳ ̸̗̗͂̈+̷̠̽̐>̷͖̯̎/̶̣̗͗̍'̴̺̒ ̷̴̧̼̙̃̀̎̿:̴̪͒̈́ ̵͔̈́'̷̱̆͌)̴͙̑̈;̷̗̜̊E̸͍̱͘ ̸̰̥̍̈́T̷̨̋ͅO̷̥̒̿ ̶̠̐͝(̷̜͖͗̕^̸̞̓=̶̱̐=̵̢̛͆ ̶̡̒͜]̷̪̒&̸̰̄̍Ḙ̷̈́͛͜-̷͉́̓͜ ̴̢̓̍$̵̗̋̀H̶̙͑,̵̖̠̀̆ ̵̗̝̏;̵̰͠Ö̸͚]̶̺̈́]̸̫̤͆>̴̼͠R̸̟̞̃͝ ̴̟͙̂=̴��̥͘-̷̣̌̅-̷͚̗͂͌,̴̢̺̆̀\̵̝͔̅U̷̥̚>̷̞͑ ̴͔͂%̶̤͓̒̊'̸̱̒͒≯͎͠|̴̡͈͆̚{̵̐̇ͅ&̷͉̖͋^̷̻̎ ̷̡͑(̴͚̃͒ ̷̪͇̄͂'̵̨́͑$̶̣̾}̴͙͒͆B̵̯͔̎)̴̰̙̍̉Ẽ̶̡͚̔>̶̰̿?̸̘̪̾̇ ̶̳͠]̸̳͌%̵͉̋͂(̸́ͅ#̴̯̋̕^̴̀̑͜ ̵͈̟͊+̸̛̦͑]̴̤̓͑(̸͙̈́͋ ̶̝̀ͅŜ̸͉È̸̖́=̵̛͓͉]̷̛̮̎;̴͙̖̊̏A̸̱̓̌=̷̫̗͆̂ ̴̲͎̿̚<̵͍̾@̴̺̇͂:̵̺͆;̷̠̌́:̵͔͚̚$̵̻̄<̶͇̓̏ ̵̠̩̓'̴̧͗=̴̬͊.̶̤͊̆'̸͖̜̅,̶͚̎͝ ̵͍̊̎!̶̨̖̿̔^̸̦͘N̸̘̗͗͆}̸͈͙̎̊ ̴͙̠̆͂%̷̹͔̇̈{̵͓̹́ ̴͇̅:̸̥̩̑,̴̲̻͂̄~̴̳͐͆~̸͖̗̎ ̵̱̿̂W̶̨͗)̵̥͐̈́{̵̥̘̀̽+̵̱̌̋ ̵̡̈́̈<̶̖͔͌I̵̖͇͋̕{̷͔̥̉̓-̶͔̉ ̶̟̖̚,̸̬̝̄̋Ǒ̷̷̠̮́̅͝,̴͖͒̄ ̷̬̚+̷̝̌̃=̶̦͓̎̚"̴͎͛ ̷̶̝͇̇̔]̵̤̭̋͑:̶̧̌̀$̶̖̍̓}̵͇̖̈^̶̶̢̛̜̑͌"̴͇͕͘ ̶̧̔!̶̩̦̍,̵̩́̌ ̴̠͉̒͐)̵̨͔͊|̶͓̲̎E̷̖̮̋'̵̯̠̎\̴̭̄̒N̸͕̋̓|̴͚͍͂̊I̷̗̩͋{̸̭̂}̷̟͗,̶͕̠̿̽ ̵͎͗O̴̱̭̒\̸̘͓̒͝$̵̛͉%̴̬̽ͅ ̵̻͘~̴̨̤̌ ̵̡̺̑=̷͉̱̍\̸̰͚͂̑$̷̤̥̒̏ ̶̘͠"̶̟̅?̵̙͎̇͘ ̷̣̀Y̵̩͠{̶̥͍̒̏?̶̘̊̑:̴͎̈́̋ ̵̧͉̾'̵͕͕̏͝|̸̻̀%̶̢̰̍#̶̱̈́>̴̢̥̌͘D̵̪͗͗͜,̷̟͐ ̴͇͊Ȍ̶͕)̷͍̱̉͋}̶̷̧̻͆̌͘ ̶̢̻̌'̴̧͎͌ ̵̗̒̈́(̷̶̱̼̮̇̕N̸̺̊ ̴̙͝K̷͈̕͘ͅ:̷̛̱͉̇^̸̲̚͠P̸̝̉͠ ̸̜̬͌~̸͎̇;̵̳̽Ů̵̠͐ ̷̩̈#̵͈̝̋-̶̨͐́)̴̖͌̊+̸̞͐̎#̶̦̼̈͘@̴̭̼̓̀Y̶̘͒ͅ,̸͙̖̒ ̵̶̣̗͐̿͐^̷̦͂̃ͅE̸̩͔͑̕/̸̻̐ ̴̛̲͈,̷͚̈́͆O̵̪̠̔͝Ū̸̘̮ ̵̶̡͈̀̒̀&̶̝̰̓̚"̶̬̒̾<̶͈̲̊̍,̸͖̾ ̸̢͍̈̕)̸̻͊{̶̫̺̈́;̶̺͠ ̸̜̼͐̓Y̷͖͗%̸̙͋Ủ̷̩̦͠ ̵̩̐̌,̸̺̌)̶͘͜+̴̣̞̇<̷͈̓ ̴̱͚̎@̶̲̿͜"̸̤̆ ̵͕͒͝~̶̫͂͝<̵͍̱̌̅ ̵̢͇̅́Į̸̨͗̌]̶̦̆͘ ̷̫̰̈́̎}̸̜̮̆-̵̙̇̌(̴͔̀͒]̸̵̝̜̰̽̍̑(̴̢̫̈ ̷̬̬̾#̶̯̟͐͒:̴̱̐͌ ̷̛̻̑;̸̠̋#̴͔̀́͜,̴̛̹̺̾ ̴̦͇̍͒T̵̜̂̔-̶̳̤͒̔ ̷̖͙͑\̴̮̬̊Y̶̪͇̌͋ ̸̪̲̆"̷̢̠̐.̵̛̣̫̇&̴̝́[̶̞̔͠!̶̧͊.̸̪̂.̸̹̩̆.̴͎̺͗ ̷̽͜{̸͚̑͝H̴̪̏̄=̷͈̟̕ ̵̪̊̾(̴̩͒̔+̵̜̫̃̌:̶̪͔͗͝'̶̤͗Ó̸͇<̶̲̅ ̸̖͊}̴̛̺%̵͍͇́̽(̶̗̖́%̵̳̆͌ ̶̛̤̀}̸̲͚͂}̴̢͔͊̏!̸̯͂ ̴̳̈́=̵̡̀́&̸͙̌͝/̷͕̔̚"̵̰̎ ̶̖̈͐T̸͈͑-̵͎̞̀ ̶̡̅{̵̛̰(̸̱̅̚Ő̵̲͇̐'̶̮̬́̚ ̴̬͋̒\̴̰̃+̵̯̒̾U̴̙̘͛,̶̰̝̿̈́ ̸͈͙̐≮̼̇}̵̻͓̾̕ ̸͕̥̑:̸̤̂]̸̦̣͌@̵̬͕͆/̶̦̪̒͝]̶͉͙̌͘ ̶̦͊(̶̳̩̄>̴̝̃)̶̠́ ̶̬́̆'̴̩͙̅͛+̷͈͌̍≮͉̦̚̕%̶̣̐̿S̵̮̔{̵͓͖̄͌,̶̪̱̆@̶̧̔͐,̶̬͈̊ ̸̮̑-̵͚̈́~̸̥̋͜E̴̘͙̎ ̶̵̸̨̨̛̪͇͙͒͌̂̕̕S̷͈̳͌~̷̬̹̽̕#̴̙͎͐)̴̲̲͑͂ ̴͇͒̀%̷̲͛̊,̶̯́͗ ̸̧̪̊A̸͈̭̽̀#̶͚͎̀͝)̸͉̲͋!̸̆̇ͅ,̵̛̱D̶̢̺̾}̶̯̀ ̵͕̿!̷̵̰̘̩̜͗́̕͝)̷̧̽͘L̵̗̒̓>̶͍͠=̴̯̲̾S̷̥̯̒ ̸̹̺̒O̴͙͆̿"̴̦̈́̍ ̴͕̬̈́͝'̶̢͙͊͌"̸̳̠̃&̶͙̪͛̈,̷͎̃ͅ ̵̥̣͒̏\̷̖͖̓\̴̮̋̂ ̶͚̙̏̅!̷̦̤̀[̴̲̚+̴̤̯̍ ̷͈̤̋̚'̶͎̼̃̆+̷̩͛=̴̬̿ ̷̻̓~̷̖͛̈́A̵̭͌@̶̥̅͒}̸̥̋̕,̶͕̲͝ ̸̨͇̓:̵̙̫̈́͌%̸̣̎̑Å̷̡̅Ṱ̷̆ ̷͓͓͒̍)̵̹̖̐[̷̘͌;̸̼̮́̉#̷̜̺͒͆}̶͈̯̋ ̴̞̯̅\̴͕̏Ò̶͖̟̓Ū̶̺̹̉ ̸̼̽̈́ͅ/̵̠̻͑H̴̭̲̄́>̴̤̥̋̈́N̴͖̖̈́̔\̶͇͐̚ ̶̴̰̖͚͊͌͝Ḥ̸̨̿͝A̶̛̻!̸̩̙̓ ̶͎̌̈ͅ}̵̬̙̒O̵̼̼͒>̷̹͇͘ ̶̸̟̜͈̅̍̓̎{̴̩̀̉&̵͍̓͋(̷̺̾͘ ̶̸̼̖͚̅̔̌[̴͓̫̾͘ ̵̥̞̂͠?̷̵̴͇̘̞̍͂̋͊͛͜ ̴̗͓̔D̷͇̓[̶͔͆̆)̶̶̤͔̰̐͐͌<̵̬̥̀͝|̷̪̈!̵͇̔̐}̸͖͝"̵̰̿̑?̵̺͌̋ ̷͓͆+̴̰̥͂"̸̼̝͊̊}̶̪̑ ̴̖͆(̵͎̻̂"̴̗̂[̵͕̽͛'̶̡̾͌>̵̳͐͌ ̴̤͆'̷̡͙̈́͠]̷̟̙̑͠.̸̦̖͆.̶̤̔̂.̷̞͇̀ ̶̙̻́,̵̹̦̌̍#̶̹̲͗̆#̸̧̩̀͊ ̸̗̓͝^̵̧̐ ̸̲̔>̵̹̐'̴͕͙̀:̴̬͊̚ ̴̮̍͒Ḃ̶̧͉̋}̸̠̳̈͂ ̸͚̕^̴͓̀=̶̨͆?̵̙͑̇/̸̞̪͗͠ ̵͈̘͒̂]̵͈͚͐̄.̷̙̑̏)̷̭̣̚;̷͇̫̍͗)̷̬̠̐D̸̗̒͌,̴̰̒̌ ̵͕̱͛̚Ȋ̵̪̭ ̶͓̋͑#̴̡̿=̵̡̲͊$̷͇̋ ̴̬͒Ǩ̸̨͚͠Ë̸͉$̷̳̼̂-̶̧̒͆ͅ ̶̜͆?̵̛̺͑(̷̹̟͐;̴̦̇ ̴͍͍̅)̵̜̂̚]̵̢́#̶̦̲́̌(̶̢̒͜Ă̶̦̬-̸̢͎̅(̶̧̣͠,̵̠͆ ̶̪̪̈́͘"̷̪͋ ̷̡̠̃̈/̸͚̓͠\̶͎̎̑ͅ\̶͍̹̀ ̴̼̙̃͛'̵̜̒]̵́͜]̶̫̾=̷̯̆͒ ̵̦̪̔}̶̥̔̆&̶̨́&̸̮̓̀ ̴̗̫̑͝}̶̝̥́̓;̸̧̒;̸͉̠̀͛-̶͍́,̷̩̊͋ ̴̥̽͘-̶͈̇}̷̟̫̅!̸̟̆̋}̵̭̄ ̷̩̮̃̏=̷̢͒��~̸͖͊<̵͉́?̵̖͎́ ̸͍́(̶̣̗̇̿{̷̣̊?̸̜̘̄͝ ̵̰͘.̷͖̰͒͊[̴̫̼̃N̸̡͌͠'̶̼͙̾̀+̵̲̰́ ̷̥͇̾̈́#̶̝̮̽{̴̖̊̚+̷̪͆͂ ̷̢̹̿͋$̶̼̪͆̈́{̴̸̯̫̼̇͝(̷̧̪͋.̸̯̿ͅ.̸̝́̀.̷͚͆ ̴̞͗͊A̸̭͑͝$̶̙̭̿̀@̸͖̪̃ ̷̯͑-̵͕͕̉̂$̷͔̱̈̓.̷̳̽ ̴̭͑͋͜[̴̙̃̄!̶̰͓̈̐"̸̟͉͐+̷̳̎̃ ̷̤̑͜"̸͇̭̋[̶̙̓̆ ̸̣̞́͝.̷̐ͅ~̵̩͉̑̈,̸̃͜ ̴̫̬̌)̸͔̼̈́͝=̵̩̦͂̈́]̶̤̃̐_̶̮̊ ̸̝͒"̷̻̥̀͝^̵̳͔̕^̴̠̂Ý̵̼ ̶͇̅͗F̵͚̗̒͊/̸̱̉&̴͎̑̐D̷̨͙͋͋ ̸̣̮̓̉'̴̗̓}̴̛̘̍[̴̪̒,̵̢̀ ̶̬̼͝;̶̢͈́S̷̤̈́ ̷̧̹͊͠{̶̤̘̀̈́>̷͍̾̕:̵͕͋͂ ̸̡̡͘̚$̵̟͗̓.̶̀̊͜[̴͖́̀ ̶̖̏͂T̸̨͍̽^̶̨̂͑ ̸͍̕!̶͓̇̒;̶̥̈́͘!̷̖̑́@̵̙̳͋̑ ̵̞̅.̵̡̝̒%̵̹̝͂]̶̮͑̊͜ ̴͉͇̊F̸̠͓́&̸̼̮̔̋\̴̫̎̄|̴̰̀ ̸͖́̀/̵͖̾̐:̴̱̀̆.̸̩̽

- )̶͖͖̝̮̥̐̌̔̍͋́̔̚̚͝H̴̺̮͓̉̀́̇̒͊͒͠E̷̢͔̹͕̦͔̞̖̞̽ͅ ̸̗̞̘͖̦̜̟͎̑̅̆͑͘:̴̧̨̱͓͕̆A̵͖̖̜͐̍̈́͛*̸̨̛̤̮͍̬̱̝̓̑̎͝ͅ'̸̗̥̈́̇͑̾̈́͆̇|̴̨̩̹̓͌͋͂̀̀̚̚̚͠͝R̷̡̙͉̱̯̭̻̬̖̤͗͑͋͛̎̈́͜͝

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Ow ow ow I can't read that at all, it hurts to look at- I'm sorry

[arthur-in-time]

A̴̹̬̟̠̬̠̓̀̊̂͜ ̴̻̲̳͖̥͓́͠:̵͈̥̰̘̾̈́̀̎̈́ ̸̖̳͍͖͈͐̔̊̓̈&̸̛͉̯̭̬͔̣͙́̆͆ ̴̭͍͔̾͑̋̅̎̈́]̴͔͖̆̀̽̓̑̚̕͜͠ ̵͔̋̈́̒Û̵͍̠̪̰̋̽͂̒̌́̀ͅ ̵̛̛̖͖̰̀̆̀͊̽͗͘͝$̵̬̤͕̞̭̘̰͒̌͗̽̈́͝ ̸̛͚̬̬̟̞̓.̸̺̝̗̦̥̼̃͆̀̇̅͌̀͘͠ ̸̢̮̝̩̦̩̳̒̒͋̌̈́.̷̥͉͓̂͂̓̏͊̚͠ ̵̩̟̯͙̰̓̾̆̈́͛͂̓͛̕.̸̞̳̭̲̥̼̱̣͖̑̒̐̽̽̓̕͠

- T̴̏��̳͎͇͍͖̠̱)̶̵̢̢̝̘̙͍̥̠̘̬͕̗͔͒͐̓̓͐̔̔̄͗͘ͅ ̶̢͓̹̻͒͆̒͌̚'̶̧̧̝̫̲̤͌̽ͅ>̶̶̨̢͓̱̰̣͓̖͓̤͊̋̓́͘͘͝_̸̡̭̲̼͉̮͇̇̅́̈́̇̈́̌E̸̜͍͈̿̃́̾́̂̀̌̚͜͝R̴͒͐́̀͋͜͠

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Are you trying to write my name?

I'm very cold... How much longer do you think... Before... You get here...?

[arthur-in-time]

À̷̧͐>̴̫͚̆̏͠T̵͙̃%̴̦͎͊͂"̷͕̎͗/̶̟͑͠

- T̸̺̹̯̑%̸̺̹̌͂͛$̷̳͌͜ ̶̯̪̙̍͗͝"̵̗͂͌͘@̴̙͒̑̽'̸̢̟͕́̎T̸͚͙̓̐͝"̵̰̘̄R̸͍͆͑ͅ

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I.. i still can't read that, it's all.. glitchy.. or maybe it's the cold...

[arthur-in-time]

]&T/<R...

- ]]~ +[S_ER

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Uh.. i can't... Read that.. i think the signal is being wonky..

[arthur-in-time]

Hello Arthur, are you holding up well? We have arrived to Vera's TARDIS, now it'll take us a bit to move everything, but we'll be going towards you soon. Please stay cautious, don't go out and take care, alright?

-The Doctor ( @tremastersweb )

Doctor! Hello, i uh.. i missed you.. um.. I've just been asleep for a while.. and it's got colder up here, i tried to go out to get more firewood but it's... It's really foggy, like.. can't see two meters in front of me foggy.

I think I'll just have to put the remaining firewood from the cabin on and hope it lasts till you get here. It's rather miserable, there's no food besides the little cocoa left in that tin and um.. a few moldy potatoes that I'd rather not touch.. and i think the isolation is getting to me. I haven't actually seen a living person since i got here, and the old photos framed on the wall just make it worse, like I'm being watched by dead people-

Oh god I'm completely rambling, i must sound out of my mind, I'm sorry. I.. think I'll just curl up by the fire and.. sleep some more...

[arthur-in-time]

OOC: An illustration of Arthur at the present moment

[arthur-in-time]

Thank you, i.. suppose that makes sense.

i uh.. think I'm going to take a nap... And hopefully not get killed before you get here...

Hello, I'm very sorry you've found yourself in this situation again, and that I'm just seeing all of this now! I see the Magister is on the case, I'm sure he'll be able to pinpoint your location in no time!

For now, try to keep calm, well, as calm as possible... stay in the same room, make sure you cover all entries that might invite the cold in, several layers of insulating materials such as blankets, or in a pinch paper, even pieces of wood... whatever you have available. With that you should have enough to keep warm for a while after putting out the fire, I should think.

This is the Doctor, by the way.

( @tremastersweb )

Hello! And uh, thank you for caring.

I found that the cabin has window shutters, they're wooden and all, i don't feel as scared of the toclafane seeing the light from in here.

I found some old coat in the attic, i hope this and all the blankets will be enough to keep me from freezing till um.. well till someone gets here i suppose

[arthur-in-time]

Robin? I uh.. I don't know anyone named Robin but it's a nice name... I might keep it in mind for if i ever get a new kitten or something..

I suppose I'm just confused from the.. the timeline thing.. i... Don't quite understand it.. I mean it must've been a year or two since i... Since i remember being here last time... It doesn't make any sense... I feel.. lost.

Hello, I'm very sorry you've found yourself in this situation again, and that I'm just seeing all of this now! I see the Magister is on the case, I'm sure he'll be able to pinpoint your location in no time!

For now, try to keep calm, well, as calm as possible... stay in the same room, make sure you cover all entries that might invite the cold in, several layers of insulating materials such as blankets, or in a pinch paper, even pieces of wood... whatever you have available. With that you should have enough to keep warm for a while after putting out the fire, I should think.

This is the Doctor, by the way.

( @tremastersweb )

Hello! And uh, thank you for caring.

I found that the cabin has window shutters, they're wooden and all, i don't feel as scared of the toclafane seeing the light from in here.

I found some old coat in the attic, i hope this and all the blankets will be enough to keep me from freezing till um.. well till someone gets here i suppose

[arthur-in-time]

I.. i don't know how i got back here..

It was.. it was just.. scary and then

I saw him again in my own timeline.. i think..

Saxon i mean

He was

There

He stole the TARDIS and... Then i woke up here?

That's what happened i think.. unless I'm remembering everything wrong..

I really don't know what is real at this point

Hello, I'm very sorry you've found yourself in this situation again, and that I'm just seeing all of this now! I see the Magister is on the case, I'm sure he'll be able to pinpoint your location in no time!

For now, try to keep calm, well, as calm as possible... stay in the same room, make sure you cover all entries that might invite the cold in, several layers of insulating materials such as blankets, or in a pinch paper, even pieces of wood... whatever you have available. With that you should have enough to keep warm for a while after putting out the fire, I should think.

This is the Doctor, by the way.

( @tremastersweb )

Hello! And uh, thank you for caring.

I found that the cabin has window shutters, they're wooden and all, i don't feel as scared of the toclafane seeing the light from in here.

I found some old coat in the attic, i hope this and all the blankets will be enough to keep me from freezing till um.. well till someone gets here i suppose