Work and play [Open RP, by the lake]

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While Holy Roman Empire was very good at throwing himself into projects with zealous, single-minded focus, and he did find studying magic to be quite interesting, spending a great deal of time in the library fervently researching ways to combat Apos was getting just a tad boring, considering he hadn't actually seen him since the sorting room.

So for a change of pace, after wandering the grounds a bit, Holy Roman Empire was sitting on the grass near the lake. He'd borrowed several introductory books about the basics of divination from the library, one open on his lap and the rest stacked beside him. Meeting Kusuriyuri had interested him in the topic, and it made a nice break from all the other magic Holy Roman Empire had been studying. The subject matter aside, he could almost pretend that he was back home, reading to himself while Italy took a siesta somewhere nearby.

So maybe he was skimming and daydreaming and staring wistfully out over the lake more than he was actually looking busy with reading.

Application for The Eleventh Doctor, Doctor Who

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Somewhere, in the vast and unquantifiable reaches of space, a Police Box turned slowly in the void. The interior, expanded through the powers of pocket dimension science and convenient narrative, was loud with the noise of industry.

The Doctor was preparing.

"Aaaall right," He spoke aloud, to the population of the TARDIS, pulling levers and turning knobs and looking busy in the way only a man who had to look like he knew what he was doing to keep everyone sane could.
"That should do it and if you two are ready," he spun from the console of the TARDIS, arms wide. "We are ready for Ri-oooh..." The Doctor's jovial voice died to something a little more along the lines of 'bloody hell what is this' and he reached into the inside pocket of his smart overcoat, pulling from within The (and the capitols here were important) Sonic Screwdriver.

This was not the TARDIS. As far as he knew, the TARDIS had never adopted an interior featuring heavily on the stone and drapery motif. The library came close, but having to account for the pool made things a little less gothic and a little more... well, library with a pool in. But that wasn't the point here.

The point was... that he didn't know what the point was. yet.

He scanned the room briefly with The Screwdriver and checked the reading with barely a glance. Earth, 2010 (not a year he wanted to be stuck in at the moment, though it seemed to be well after The Day of Great Importance) Scotland, but... somewhere not on the 'map' that The Screwdriver set itself by.

No indeed, not any part of Scotland he knew at all.

He stood still a moment, then pocketed The Screwdriver. Well, here he was, and here the room was, and he had no clue what was going on, but that, of course, would be easily fixed by careful and methodical planning.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, took a deep breath, and shouted.

"Hell-ooooooo? Would anyone be so kind as to tell me where I am?"

He waited.

He tried again.

"This is really kind of an inconvenience," he gestured to the wall that had been the TARDIS a few minutes ago. "I have an appointment with an attractive couple in the tropics and I really should get on to it. Hello?"

( It was then that he noticed the quill. )