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It seems that I have been held in some dreaming state {Active}

Character(s): Lenne, The Doctor (Eleven)
Content: The Songstress and The Doctor do brunch… followed by investigating~
Setting: Yuna/Tidus/Eleven’s apartment, then… the Netherworld???
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None, at the moment, will update when applicable.

Lenne felt surprisingly confident about heading out to meet a man she didn’t know (who was living with her closest friend), to see what could be done about… the state of things. The situation called for action, and she’d had just about enough of secluding herself away with nothing but nightmares and indecision. So, she took a chance, and before she could lose her nerve she was heading out on foot across Paixao, until she wound up at the door of Yuna’s apartment.

Lenne raised her hand to knock, and hesitated as a flash of guilt coursed through her as she realized she was here to see someone else, when she should have been in contact with Yuna much sooner. She let out a heavy sigh, took in a new breath, and knocked with what she hoped was a confident cadence.

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The Doctor hummed to himself as he finished making brunch - and a rather elaborate brunch at that, as he expected there to be leftovers and Tidus could always manage to make it seem like he'd been starved until the latest meal. Really, he'd gotten better awhile ago, but after that night he'd spent talking with Yuna, he decided he'd better stay awhile. Idris and Mufasa seemed to be doing well, anyway, and those were the ones he was worried the most about at the moment. But he couldn't just leave them, not with the nightmares they'd been having, and taking care of everyone had helped take care of his own nightmares, too.

He'd just finished up when he heard a knock at the door and moved to answer it, still humming, wiping his hands on the frilly apron he'd been using. Upon seeing who his visitor was, he grinned brightly. "Lenne, I presume?" he asked, moving in for a friendly hug and an air-kiss near each cheek. "Hello, there. I'm the Doctor. Thanks for coming." He stepped aside to let the young woman in, gesturing towards the dining room. "Are you hungry? I hope you are, because I made a lot."

"You presume correctly!" Lenne couldn't help but smile at his greeting, and reflexively returned the hug and the air kisses, already at ease. Funny how some people just inspired trust and felt like old friends, even if you'd just met them. Or maybe the adorable frilly apron was doubling as a disarming device. She would have to ask him later what he preferred to be called, but, that could wait, she supposed.

"No need to thank me, really, I should be thanking you," she stepped into the apartment and took a deep breath, enjoying what she could smell. "You weren't kidding! I hope you didn't go through too much trouble," she worried aloud, though with a smile as she turned back to him for a moment.

The Doctor grinned enthusiastically as he closed the door after them, leading Lenne to the dining room, where he pulled out a chair for her. To be honest, he'd probably gone overboard, what with all the food he'd made - but what the hell, that's what leftovers were for. Then again, he'd made brunch, so it was only natural (or so it seemed), that he'd made an abundance of food. "It's no trouble," he assured her with a wave of his hand. "Brunch is a fun word. It sounded like crunch, only I didn't make a lot of crunchy foods. Well, I dunno, I suppose the bacon's crunchy." Brunch didn't really lend itself to crunchiness unless you included things like celery. They'd been out of that.

Brushing away the thoughts, he pushed in Lenne's chair for her once she'd sat down and moved to the opposite side of the table, moving some food onto his plate. The tea and juice he'd made were in the center (orange was a popular choice for breakfast juice, wasn't it?), in a clear spot so it was easy to reach - they really didn't need the juice being buried under the waffles.

Lenne was laughing, probably a little louder than would seem polite, but she just couldn't help it. This man was just too much, but in all the good ways, so far. "Brunch is a fun word, and now I'll probably laugh every time it comes up," she informed him as she took her seat, thanking him as he played the perfect gentleman.

She took her cues from him and began taking a little bit of everything (it all looked delicious!) and started with orange juice which she would have been grateful, had she known the dilemma, that it was not buried under waffles. Lenne realized she hadn't had a proper meal in weeks, and was grateful all over again to the Doctor; whatever was going to come of the day, at least she'd had an amazing brunch.

Not intending to rush the meal at all, but curiosity getting the better of her, Lenne asked, "So, what's on the agenda for today? After all this settles, anyway," and finished the spoken though with another bite of yummy waffle.

Funnily enough, it had been surprisingly difficult to not bury anything under anything else, he'd made so much. But a little creative plating could go a long way, and the Doctor was nothing if not creative. And mad. And clever. And more than a little silly, but that was neither here nor there. "Oh, good!" he exclaimed, grinning. "Laughter's brilliant, don't you think? The best medicine, and all of that."

Ooh, the waffles had turned out nicely. That was good, considering he'd had to make his own waffle iron. But that was okay; he'd made one before, even if that one had been mostly to save a planet from a rampaging pregnant alien queen with a hell of a craving. Nice lady, though; it hadn't been her fault that the inhabitants of that particular planet suffered from violent cravings.

"Well," he began, "I thought we could head to the latest floor. I've had a look around the other ones - have you been to Halloween Town? It's brilliant! Makes me want to hand out sweets." Ooh, sweets! He hadn't made some of those in awhile.

Lenne nodded along, grinning at the old cliche about laughter that always rang true. She hadn't heard much about the latest floors yet, and had yet to go any further than Spira, though her adventure there was entirely due to wormholes. Thankfully none of those had turned up in a while, and she was definitely glad for that. She shared all this briefly, along with her excitement at finally being able to see the rest of the floors.

At the mention of Halloween Town, the songstress smiled in what she hoped was a convincing way, because the truth was, "I'm sure I've been there, but my memory of it is a little vague." She took another bite of something else that was entirely delicious, so she'd have another moment to think about whether or not to choose to elaborate. The desire to talk won out. "You see, this is my second time to Paixao... most of my memories have come back, but some experiences are still full of holes."

If only she could forget the things she wanted to. But apparently, life just didn't work that way. Life in Paixao, anyway.

"Oh?" replied the Doctor, interested. "I've been here before, too. With my previous regeneration, I mean. I don't remember any of it." He took another bite, chewing thoughtfully. There had to be some reason as to why he, of all people, couldn't remember being there before. They had to have some way of altering memories; that was all he could think of. There was no way he wouldn't remember something this big, would he?

"Looks like this affects more than one person," he pondered. "That's only to be expected, with the amount of people in here, but maybe they're using the same means to accomplish it." Why use a whole bag of tricks when one worked just fine?

'Regeneration' didn't make sense to Lenne, so she tried to find the most tactful way to ask. "When you say 'regeneration', what do you mean? I'm sorry, I've never really heard it used that way," she was very much curious, just to understand, but even if he chose not to answer, she was comforted that she was not alone in her loss of memories.

"That would make sense, since everyone I've talked to seems to arrive here suddenly with no memory of how, and we all appear in roughly the same places..." and she trailed off, thinking about that. She really hadn't put much thought into how they arrived, and she was maybe a little embarrassed about that, now. How they arrived must hold some explanation into how they were to escape, since when people vanished, it was just as sudden as their arrival. Lenne wasn't sure, at all. But, today was about getting answers. Maybe not all of them, but her excitement about the day's promised exploring was growing again.

"Oh, right! Forgot. New people, new explanations." The Doctor grinned before biting into a piece of fruit, chewing thoughtfully. "Basically, whenever I get close to dating I don't. I just change. My past self's a tall skinny bloke in a suit with messy hair and a penchant for cartoon movies, if you see him around." Speaking of which, he really ought to touch base with his younger self and see what he'd been up to, especially in the wake of the reports which had suddenly surfaced.

"It would, wouldn't it? It's a puzzle. Love a puzzle!" Really, he did, especially when it was basically some kind of Rubik's cube with stairs and monsters and sparkly forests. In fact, forget the Rubik's cube, this was something else entirely. The Doctor nibbled on his eggs as he thought about it. Well, if nothing else, at least he could explore a bit more of the castle.

"Oh! Okay, that... makes a little more sense," she laughed, trying not to show exactly how confused she still was, but at least she wasn't entirely in the dark anymore. She couldn't imagine just... changing instead of dying. However it was hardly the strangest thing she'd encountered in Paixao. Though, having one's past self present had to be a little more than awkward.

She laughed again, marveling at the Doctor's enthusiasm at the puzzle they were setting out to solve another piece of. She was getting anxious to set out after a few more moments, but hadn't really heard anything about the next world to open up. She finished her plate, and picked at what remained of the fruit on the table.

"Thank you, again, for going through all this effort, I hope none of it goes to waste," she expressed her gratitude again, motioning to the remaining delicious brunch foods.

The Doctor shrugged. "It's a bit complicated," he told her. "Rewriting every single cell when you're near death does that to a person." He finished his own meal and moved to clean up, taking care of the empty plates and refilling Lenne's juice and tea before he started to work on putting the leftovers she wasn't nibbling at away. He knew Tidus and Yuna would appreciate it when they came back, at the least; all they needed to do was reheat it.

"Oh," he reassured Lenne, rolling up his sleeves so he could wash the dishes, "believe me, it won't. Tidus is a big eater." It was part of the reason as to why he'd made so much food, after all. "And really, it's no trouble. I like cooking."

Lenne nodded as The Doctor explained a little further, though if she was being honest, it didn't really help her understand any better. She was content to accept it was complicated, at best. She knew a thing or two about the alternatives following death.

She laughed when she was assured the others would enjoy the food, and brought her remaining dishes to the kitchen to clean them up. Lenne still felt a bit odd, and more than a little guilty, that she hadn't come by to see Yuna, her friend, sooner. At that point, though, she was very much full of good food and tea and juice. And that would always do wonders for her mood. "I'm grateful all the same," she reiterated. "Cooking really isn't my strength," she added with another laugh.

"Anything else I can do to help clean up?"

"Don't worry, Lenne, I've got it," came the reply as the Doctor washed the dishes, whistling as he did so. Appropriately, it was "Whistle While You Work"; he'd thought it appropriate to the setting and the situation. A few minutes was all it took for the dishes, and off came the frilly apron, the Doctor clapping his hands as he spun around to face Lenne. "Right!" he gushed. "Adventures! Let's go have some."

He loved adventures, and the prospect of having one with a new friend only heightened the excitement. The Doctor made his way over to the coat rack and put on his jacket. "So," he told the singer with a smile, "why don't you tell me about yourself?"

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