Well, it was a good run while it lasted. Like always, he was torn away from his companions for one reason or another - and as always, it was his fault. Sure, Donna was safe and sound at home, but at the price of her memories and the self-confidence she had gained during her journeys. The TARDIS felt rather empty, now that it was occupied by only one person, but maybe traveling alone would be good for him. He had managed it during the lowest point of his life. Maybe another Rose would come along eventually to pick him back up on his feet if he didn't do so soon enough. A quick trip to the planet Xarbulas would clear his mind a bit. He was all set to do so, but then he heard his screwdriver make an odd noise - one he hadn't heard in a while.
It was a faint beeping noise - a homing device. He had set it long ago to detect individuals or small groups of aliens that were on a planet that wasn't their own - it was his own way of trying to find if any of his own kin had survived the Time War, as low as those chances were. Unfortunately, he knew that this was not tracking down a Time Lord, since it would have beeped at a different tone and rate. Still, it worried him faintly. Usually these were the most dangerous on Earth, since small groups were easier to slip through security nets and cause trouble that wouldn't be noticed until it was too late.
Well, looks like Xarbulas was going to have to wait. Beaming at the thought of adventure, he packed a large suitcase full of clothes, gadgets, and whatever he could fit inside and made his way out to mingle with the humans again. Oh, wait? he needed money. Stupid currency. He backtracked to a room deep within the TARDIS and began to rummage through all sorts of drawers until he found one marked, ??England- 1990-2057??. Inside was the proper currency he needed and he stuffed his pockets and bag full of it. He wanted to make sure he had enough and he didn't want to make more trips to the TARDIS than necessary, just in case this alien wasn't very friendly and followed him to his last link to Gallifrey.
He withdrew his screwdriver and toyed with it to lock on to this one life form and, after wandering through the streets like a lost fool, came across a lodging house. Oh, this was going to be fun. It had been a while since he posed as a human - well, without rearranging his entire genetic make-up, that is.
The Doctor headed to the door and knocked. A friendly-looking couple answered. After a half hour's worth of chatting and charm, the Doctor was given a key and a room to the house. According to his sonic, the other being was right down the hall from his room. He switched off the homing device and entered his new quarters and left the door open as he unpacked, just in case the person happened to pass by.<|im_end|>
Earth. How lovely it was. He truly loved it. 70% water. Great place for an Undatian like himself. He just loved everything about Earth. As long as he kept his shirt on, no one ever noticed him. Well, that was a lie. He was noticed. He made himself noticed. He just was never too noticed that it made people think he was something he was not. He so loved that he was able to have that. He got to swim, and since Earth made those neat shirts that covered up the torso, but could still absorb water, he was even better off. Sure, he got strange looks when he did not come up from the water for ... hours, but hey! He still had far too much fun. He just loved being able to swim here. It was a good vacation.
What was better was the house he was staying at was so close to the ocean! It made everything thousands of times better than it had been. He truly was thinking about moving here. Well, not by choice. His ship broke. Very, very broken. He had intended to come to Earth, but not so soon, and not as fast as his ship was hurling toward the earth. That was bad. Now, his ship was broken. He was pretty sure someone was after him, and oh! He needed to get parts. Those were only on his planet. That was such a dandy little thing. He did not like that he was forced to be here, but he really was beginning to accept that fact. Gladly accept it too. Sure, Earthians were not as accepting as his home planet, but they truly were gorgeous to watch. Especially on the beach. Oooo. Such gorgeous beings!
Walking through the halls of his housing, Turtle was going to go ... somewhere that he forgot. And how? By walking by the room right next to his. Some gorgeous suit-clad male bent over? Oh yes. He was stopping to check that out. Blatantly too. Subtle was never really in the boy's dictionary. His head lightly tilted to the side, eyes traveling along the gorgeous rump in the air. Definitely a delicious specimen. That really was nice. Very, Very nice. That just added to the list of why he loved this place.
Moving over to the doorway, he rested against the doorframe, his arms loosely crossed over his torso. He looked over at the man a little bit more before lightly clearing his throat. "Hello, there. New here, I take it?" He asked, a warm smile pulling o his lips as he looked over the man once more. His eyes stayed with the other and his fingers lightly tapped on his sides, just utterly happy to have walked down the hall now. Yep. He definitely could get used to this place even more if he got to see him every day. Though, there was definitely something different about him. Honestly? He could not care less about that. If he was this gorgeous just behind him, then how could he not enjoy being here?<|im_end|>