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Unhappy with your job, huh? Ever thought of a career change?

[ that makes it easier. in a fluid motion, he pushes himself up to a standing postion, tucking his stethoscope back in his coat.

the coy smile remains on his face as he approaches the professor, sitting down on the table next to him. ]

What makes you think they won’t believe that you’re assisting in my escape? [ a beat. the smile widens. ] Unless you’re as locked in as I am?

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One, of course not. I love my job, I just hate everyone else.

Two, and this is the part you should really listen to, one of two things happen today. The first option is that you're utterly mad and the other eleven Lords simply decide to boot you off the premises with a minor case of hypnosis to make you forget what you've been up to today. The second is that you are in fact what you say you are--in which case you'll likely be treated as a threat at best and a scientific marvel at worst. Personally, I don't really want to be complicit in vivisection today. Ultimately, if our mysterious visitor were to escape before we could discern the truth...I've enough influence here to get away with a light warning, and god knows I've seen plenty of those.

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Vivisec—

[ The Doctor's mouth is slightly agape in shock, staring at the professor in silence for a few seconds before his expression twists with slight disdain. ]

Oh, come on, what is it with humans and torturing every extraterrestrial being that they find! We have feelings too!

[ he sighs. ]

Well, lucky for you professor, some would call me 'mad' and I am also an alien. So, come on! Before your little Lord pals return!

[ jumping from his spot on the table, the doctor wastes no time in fishing out his sonic screwdriver, moving towards the door. might as well see if he can disrupt this...forcefield(?) with it, the object humming quietly. ]

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Don't look at me, I don't write the rules around here. The Association hates when things are so strange or powerful as to be beyond their grasp, and they choose jars and formaldehyde to solve the issue.

[He moved closer with a click of his cane on the floor with every step, tilting his head slightly at the screwdriver.]

What on earth do you think you're doing with whatever that is? Move. [With a quick hand gesture, he easily undid the Bounded Field on the doorway; better to unlock it with the required authority than use brute force like some kind of idiot.] Just don't make a spectacle of yourself, and let's find this 'spaceship' of yours.

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It's a screwdriver. Sonic.

[ he'll point it at Waver jokingly, giving waver a quick scan. ]

You're human, alright, but just a little different. Tell me, is everyone in this world like you? [ he steps outside, tilting his head at the professor. ] What's the fastest you can make an escape?

[ because The Doctor looks like he's .5 seconds from breaking into a sprint. ]

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Don't point that thing at me- [swatting it away with an irritated frown]

And no. Did you really not catch on that this is an academic institution of mages, Doctor Clever Space Alien?

[He looked the Doctor up and down, then gestured to the cane next to him.]

What part of 'not a spectacle' didn't make sense? If you take off, I will trip you and we'll all be quite irritated and embarrassed. Just follow me, and stay calm.

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And my question is that if all humans here are "mages", Lord Professor.

[ he rolls his eyes, breaking into.....a slow walk. a leisurely pace. he looks around, and then back at the professor. ]

Come on, what's so wrong with running? Do kids not run late to their classes here? Impossible. I was always running late, back in my Academy days.

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In this building? Yes. In this country? No.

[hello migraine my old friend. To his credit, Waver kept up a fairly quick pace; not enough to draw attention, but enough to look far too busy to interrupt.]

The idea of an escape would, I think, not entail leaving the person likely helping you escape in a trail of dust. Do you have no concept of subtlety?

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And that's why I asked what was the fastest you could make an escape.

[ glancing back towards waver he rubs his cheek as in contemplation. ]

You don't listen too well, do you?

[ a pause, unaware of his own hypocrisy. ]

Now your lot was talking a lot about secrecy. But how can you be so "secretive" and have a school in the smack middle of London?

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Faster when I'm not being chased by my colleagues, students, and everyone in between. You'd likely get lost in the damn hallways long before I would. Just calm down, there's no need to rush around yet.

[A shrug.]

The whole building is layered with countless bounded fields, protective spells and the like. Hence why we were all quite interested as to how some random idiot wandered his way on in. Normal people can't do that.

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Well, that's because I'm not normal!

[ HE SAYS WITH EXTREME PRIDE. ]

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I have noticed this.

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Glad you have! I thought you hadn't.

[ he beams at this, puffing his chest as they continue walking. ]

It was pretty difficult, I had never seen a type of forcefield like this. But when presented with a challenge and stuck in a parallel world, I just couldn't say no to it. It was practically calling for me to solve it. And then I made it in!

[ and then immediately got caught. ]

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...

[It was at that point Waver looked like he'd just seen the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future all at the same time and gone through a massive overhaul of his entire worldview in the space of .5 seconds.]

...We have got to get you the fuck out of here.

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That's what I've been saying this whole time!

[ though he does tilt his head at the professor, eyebrow raised. ]

Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. I don't see anyone coming after us, do you sense something different, Prof?

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Nope. Not at all. I'm fine. Just...just a deeply unsettling reminder. Don't worry about it.

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Deeply unsettling? Maybe there is a reason the TARDIS brought me here, then...

[ he quietly continues to muse over his reasons for landing in this place, as he continues. ]

Listen, if there's any trouble, Prof, I could help out. I'm very good at helping people out. It's kind of my thing, as The Doctor.

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Trouble? No--no more than usual. Really, it's nothing to be concerned about and if you and the person I'm thinking of were in the same room for two seconds I might age twenty years.

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[ somewhere in the clock tower dorms, flat escardos sneezes. ]

Then I think we should go and find this person!

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No. Because you're leaving before I hand you over to the team in favor of vivisection myself. Where's this damn ship anyway?

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Can you stop talking about vivisection? It’s deeply unsettling to be talked about like I’m a lab rat, you know.

[ he sighs, shaking his head. be more mindful of his feelings, professor! ]

It’s tucked in a back alley a few streets down from the campus. Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone should have noticed it.

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Fine. Come on, there's a side door down this way nobody bothers using.

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Hahah! There’s nothing better than a secret exit!

[ he is practically vibrating with excitement over this. if he could (well, technically he can) he would break out into a run.

instead he keeps walking in that direction, turning towards waver to chat. ]

So what are your students like, Prof? They can’t be that bad, if they got a man like you as their instructor.

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You literally do not even know me. What kind of assessment is that?

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Sure, we haven’t met for long, but you’re already coming off far better than the others. You could have just led me directly to that vivisection that you were talking about. But you haven’t.

[ he looks back, smiling. ]

Well, I suppose you could be deceiving me, but I choose not to believe that right now. If I’m wrong, well… I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry.

[ he points at a door. ]

This one?