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[thebiologicalmetacrisis]

 [ He'd love to feel the slightest bit uneasy. Really. And now that he thought about it, uneasiness would be the normal response to a sense of forgetting some important detail. But by this point, the Doctor is hardly fazed by the dubious manila envelope at the edge of his desk, or the blank space in his memory where 'ten minutes ago' should be. So he lets it go. He'll figure it out eventually... maybe. And if he doesn't - well, so be it! Can't have been so important after all, eh?

It's the clicking of the door which snaps him out of his thoughts, literally causing him to drop what he was doing (or in this case, researching). ] 

Ah, 'lo there. [ Properly setting papers and artifacts and 'whathaveyou's aside, he takes a sip from his tea mug - because it's there. ] Long time no see--?

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omg doccah yer a mess...smh

[lead_pencilskirt]

[Emma was just wrapping up the (mercifully) last of her appointments for the day when the familiar chime of her e-mail inbox dragged her attention to her computer screen. It was from Rosie; she was stuck across town and wasn't expecting to make it back for a while. To anyone else this might appear to a seemingly innocent and, admittedly, useless e-mail. But Emma could read between the lines pretty easily...

Go check on the Doc.

Welp. She was hoping to head down there anyway, to be honest. So she did. His simple greeting is expected--hell, sometimes she doesn't get one at all. But then odd inflection at the end of last sentence implies that he really has no idea at all. Oh, so it was one of those days.] Yeah, I guess that table we shared at lunch might seem like a while ago...[She plops into a chair] What're you working on?