"Oh, it is well after the curse falling." He doesn't imagine he would be telling anyone about all this if he were still just his cursed self, after all. "Once it fell, and magic was restored at least within the confines of our little town, a good deal has happened since. It has become something like everyone's home, like it or not. The curse did a bit of a number on our world in our wake. We're all a little surprised there was anything left."
"How do you do that. Then I suppose my Police Box is my home." The Doctor remarks with a gentle hum and then with biting words;
Not sure what to say. Thar aren't curses, expect greed and hate and bigotry. The stuff humanity can be very good at times."
The Doctor drinks the rest of his tea, with a softer tone "Everything magic can do, science at some point - can. Want to pop around the universe sure thing! Or pop around other Earths or time travel. Animal shapeshifting. Really just name and it and eventually science has been able be a placeholder for magic. They're brillant when they want to be - humans." The Doctor beams at the end.
There's something in what he says that pings as familiar. Tardis might be something he's heard before, and his cursed self has some understanding of what a police box is (or was).
No definite connections.
But when he starts into talking about science, Gold has to tell himself that he is not having a cup of tea with Frankenstein, who very much wanted to make the division a pissing contest. A challenge that the Dark One rose to on several occasions but the idea of doing that in his own house really makes him want to roll his eyes.
And maybe it's because a sticking point comes up with it.
The Doctor gives a slight head nod, he had no want to say he's a time traveler, anyways. Something about it prick a nerve; like maybe an experiment with time travel or something? Trying to save someone and failed and maybe caused a paradox? Definitely a prick nerve.
"...I am also not trying to be short with you. Just...far too much time spent on someone who very much wanted to make a competition out of it. Magic and science. It gets tiresome after a while."
"I have just my experience to go on. Some places, there can be more of one than the other, probably balancing on other axes I cannot really identify. Very rare there is just one and not the other. Some that could be mistaken for worlds that are just one. But the other is just...faint. Forgotten. But you hear echoes if you know how to listen." A shrug. "Just as easy to surmise it's all the same thing, just operating by different rules in each place."
"Yes, I've been to some places where the rules were different than the usual. Both of them pocket universes run by a very powerful being, The Toy Maker and The Master. The Toy Maker played games and The Master used his type writer to control the reality around him. Blimey, that was a long time ago."
"And now you stand in yet another. The ones that are created by people do tend to be a little smaller. The limits of a more familiar kind of mind. Storybrooke is self-contained or was. But people from the outside could come in. It might as well have not existed and yet did. A way to hide it. Keep people inside from noticing that they were not changing the way the world outside was." A glance upward as he considers. "Probably for the best that some things were allowed to change. About thirty years in that, lucky that things like technology and fashion were allowed to shift."
Regina would have been made entirely of shoulderpads otherwise.
"Unless you had reason to look for it, you would never think to even wander in that direction." How a lot of magical things could be, really. "Now you have me curious. I last saw the World Without Magic around the year 2014. Might you come from some point after?"
Gold takes a sip of his tea. "I can't say whether that is correct or not. But I do know more than one dreamer here is at the very least a story there. Even me. Not always correct. But that's the nature of the beast."
"That is the nature of the beast. What other things do you think are similar between our worlds? For instance, did the Battle of Waterloo happen in your universe?"
"To be honest, I was mostly being polite; I was not venturing out enough to have the widest picture of that world in particular. Just what the memories of a person that does not exist tell me is so." He at least has the presence of mind to understand that isn't the kindest of answers. "There might be occasion to see more of it someday." Belle would want to. Henry would. ...If all turns out well, perhaps Neal will. "And I suppose then I will need to decide where to begin."
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The Doctor rubs the underneath part of his chin and looks out the window, "Blimey, I miss my Tardis..."
"Right I suppose you want a bit about my Earth?"
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First the village. Then his castle. Then Storybrooke. Here. In truth, that is a small list of locations for more than two hundred years of living.
"It would be a fair exchange."
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Not sure what to say. Thar aren't curses, expect greed and hate and bigotry. The stuff humanity can be very good at times."
The Doctor drinks the rest of his tea, with a softer tone "Everything magic can do, science at some point - can. Want to pop around the universe sure thing! Or pop around other Earths or time travel. Animal shapeshifting. Really just name and it and eventually science has been able be a placeholder for magic. They're brillant when they want to be - humans." The Doctor beams at the end.
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No definite connections.
But when he starts into talking about science, Gold has to tell himself that he is not having a cup of tea with Frankenstein, who very much wanted to make the division a pissing contest. A challenge that the Dark One rose to on several occasions but the idea of doing that in his own house really makes him want to roll his eyes.
And maybe it's because a sticking point comes up with it.
"The less said on time travel, the better."
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Regina would have been made entirely of shoulderpads otherwise.
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