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[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Oh, this. This. Is. Gorgeous.

No, really, I mean it. I've seen a lot of things -- more things that you'd think I ever would, given my youthful and altogether handsome appearance, -- but this place. Brilliant! So flash! So shiny! Well, they're stars, how could they not be shiny? Although, strictly speaking, stars are more luminous than shiny. But you can't use luminous in an interjection. Too many syllables. Can't be spouting off exclamations of surprise if it takes more than a second. Wouldn't really be surprised, then -- it'd sound too premeditated to be genuine.

So! The shop's the gateway, yeah? Never seen it before today, and I'd figured I'd gotten used to this version of London by now. Still, always did like a little shop, but it feels a bit wrong that it'd be used for sinister purposes like this -- after all, I can't really see this as being positive, the whole kidnapping and displacing thing. I guess you really can't ever trust a salesman. Or a saleswoman. Or a salestwin, as the case might be.

But right, anyway! Sinister little shop leading to a mysterious planetarium taken to an extreme scale? I might be new to this universe, still, but I'm reasonably sure this wouldn't be considered normal.

Now, who wants to offer an explanation before I call for back-up? And you might want to be quick about it -- I like calling for back-up.

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Uhm, holding it?

['stupid']

Now hold still.

[pointing and pressing down button of EVIL SCANNING--]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Okay, definitely smacking the Master's hand now. D8]

Oi, stop scanning me! What'd I just say about personal space?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[slaps him]

Stop slapping me! And don't complain about personal space. You've never had any before and I don't see why you'd start now.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Slapped! Putting a hand to his cheek and WILL BE LOOKING AT YOU IN OUTRAGE.]

Did you-- did you just smack me?

. . . You. Just smacked me? On the face?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You were being annoying.

More annoying than usual, that is.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[will be giving the Master a slap now, too.]

You're one to talk, flashing your screwdriver at me without so much as a warning!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[slaps back! HARDER!]

Don't hit me, you idiot. You look and sound like the Doctor's tenth regeneration, but you're not him. Of course I'm going to scan you!

[extra slap for good measure]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[DOUBLE SMACKED, oh the indignity-- D8 ]

Oi, stop smacking me, would ya?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[extra slap, just because]

What's wrong with your voice?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[;alsdj;alsd DDDX Rubbing his cheeks, and saying reluctantly] . . . 'S an aftereffect.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Of?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . A regeneration.

Sort of.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Explain.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Ticking off with his fingers.]

One: I regenerated.
Two: I became human through certain complications.
Three: Here I am now.

Work for you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No. God, you're a pain to train. It's nice to have two others of you around; it reminds me how much progress I've made with the other one.

Try again. This time, with slightly less of that annoying attitude.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- What do you mean, "two others"?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, four others, but two who're you. Sort of. Ish.

Now, isn't that explaination awful? It is, isn't it? Well, why don't you try giving a better explaination about circumstances of your origin and I'll try for a better explaination of this situation, there's a good boy.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . .

Human biological metacrisis.

Stashed some regenerative energy in that jarred hand. Donna touched it, and I grew from her.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, so that's how it is! Never got the full story of that. She nearly died after, did you know? Doctor had to seal away her memories.

[because that's unimportant--]

Oh, so, explaination. There's four Doctor-Doctors and one you. One of the Doctor's is your Fifth, except that he wears black. Your Ninth is here, but he took Mickey Smith as his companion instead of Rose Tyler. Then there are two of the Tenth. One of them is mine; we travel together. The other one had a major 'Slit My Wrists As I Cry A River of Tears!' moment the other week, because of Donna's aforementioned memory-loss - which, by the way, is a terribly morally ambiguous act - and, I believe, something to do with you. But he was sketchy on the details.

[considering]

You know, my answer was a lot better than yours.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Good Lord, that's a lot of information to take in in one sitting--]

Right. Four other Doctors. Different realities. 'Bout sums it up.

-- Why didn't you just put it that way? Would've been quicker.

Anyway. So. Where's that leave you, then, hn? All by your ones-y, here, or d'you have a doppelganger or two skulking about?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sorry, are you criticising my verbosity?

I have self, of course. Younger me. Beardy, fanged, you'll remember leaving him to die on the Cheetah Planet.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I think I am, yeah!

-- Aah, right, him. Well, you. Well, other you. Seemed to all work out, didn't it?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You just rambled out four paragraphs into the nothingness. Looks like, once again, hypocrisy remains a trait of the Doctor's.

Doesn't excuse it, Doctor.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Force of habit -- really need to get a patch for it.

Now that seems rich, coming from you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I own up to what I do, Doctor. You don't.

So how's being human working out for you, then?