[closed] Johnny needs at least two apples a day...

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor is out and about today. He has spent quite a bit of time helping the TARDIS recuperate, and just generally trying to dote on to make up for the time he spends away from her to visit Charley. In between all that doting on loved ones, there hasn't been an awful lot of time to whizz about on his own, but today he is.

Well, okay, he's in a bookstore, not a particularly exciting location, but it is a multistory one. And as it is, he is currently rushing into a closing elevator.

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[johnny_truant]

It's obviously a reflexive gesture, not an assault, but it doesn't matter any more. Johnny jumps back, pressing back to the wall, both palms flattened against it - and it opens right the fuck up, so suddenly that he tips backwards into it, his arms windmilling briefly, comically, before he plummets.

"FUCK," he screams into the darkness, afraid for a ridiculous moment that he's fallen into the elevator shaft, but no, you idiot, he did this. He escaped.

He tumbles out through the ceiling of his own apartment, landing neatly on his bed, the passageway sealing up behind him.

[eighth]

The Doctor stares at the elevator wall for several long seconds.

One moment there's a Johnny right there, the next he seems to be... swallowed by the wall? Did he see that right? There is definitely more than one strange thing going on here, people keep disappearing before he can get his answers. Or in the case of the first guy, even say hello.

After a few moments more, he gets to his feet, brushing himself off and taking mental stock of the situation. Well, first things first, gotta get out of here. He returns to the panel on the wall, but just then, the elevator starts moving. Apparently, whatever stopped it in the first place is no longer an issue. The Doctor is not playing to devote time to that particular issue. He's going to go out and figure out where the hell he is and what's going on.