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[amicustenebris]

"...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."

Even when it involves largely winning.

[familyalien]

"If it means anything I believe it's probable for magic to exist somewhere. Like here for instance."

[amicustenebris]

"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."

[familyalien]

"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."

[amicustenebris]

"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.

[familyalien]

The Doctor gives a slight head nod; "Basically it was a trick to come into Storybrooke."

[amicustenebris]

"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?"

[familyalien]

"We're not from the same universe. Believe I would know if magic existed given my adventures."

[amicustenebris]

"And there was none in that one, save what was brought in from outside. But I'm willing to bet there was some overlap of similar things."

[familyalien]

"I'm sure 98 % of our worlds is over-lapped. Probably still have technology despite being so isolated."

[amicustenebris]

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."

[familyalien]

"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?"

[amicustenebris]

"The event and the earworm that took inspiration from it," he replies somewhat dryly.

[familyalien]

"Okay so you have a Napoleon in your world, anything you're wondering if it overlaps in mine?"

[amicustenebris]

"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."

[familyalien]

"Well, you know where to find me if you ever figure out where to begin."

[amicustenebris]

"You travel to go. What do you look for first, when there isn't a direct goal in a new world?"

[familyalien]

"There isn't an direct goal. Just where I end up in my Tardis. Sometimes I take my companion someplace they want to go."

[amicustenebris]

"So what are you looking for in those cases? What's likely to catch your eye?"

[familyalien]

"Let me be clear. My adventures are on random. I happen somewhere like The Rings of Akhaten. So many shops!"

The Doctor ends with an enthusiastic state and then simply states, "I do love shops."

"Sometimes my companion wants to see something like meeting Charles Dickens. Blimey such a wonderful man."

[amicustenebris]

"So the people you are with might give you a direction." That sounds relatable. "...I suppose there are one or two people that might be that way for me."

[familyalien]

"Yes, and sometimes they just go along for the ride with me. Good. Glad to hear that and likewise most of them are just around for the ride."

[amicustenebris]

"We are very different." It seems the only thing that can be said to that. As impossible as the Doctor finds magic, so too does Gold find the idea of doing anything without an end goal.

[familyalien]

"Is there anything you can tell me how your world's magic works?" The Doctor asks curiously

[amicustenebris]

"In any world with magic, the rule is universal: There's a price. The way payment is taken may differ in some way." But it could also differ in lots of ways in just one world. "You are paying for changing something fundamental about reality. It's like throwing stones in a pond. It creates ripples, and no matter how big or small, the entire pond is going to shift to make room for this new change as it settles in the bottom. Might be tiny, impossible for most to perceive. But then you might have just thrown in a boulder. Big splash. Bigger ripples. And that water's got to go somewhere, now that something else is taking up the space it used to occupy."