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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.

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[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?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring that comment. :|]

About as well as anything, I suppose.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

So you've managed to commit a genocide or two already? Good on you! Nice to see you settling in.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I did what I had to do -- I don't regret it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Wait, you really have? How long have you been alive? That's impressive!

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Yes, I really did. And not as long as you.

[Not sounding particularly regretful about this--] Daleks. Again. Bloody things just won't stay down.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

They deserve it more than any species.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[A bit worried that the Master isn't rubbing this in his face. D8]

. . . I did what I had to.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And you enjoyed it. Doctor, you don't have to justify yourself to me. Not on this one, anyway. For other points of hypocrisy, I'll be happy to rub salt in your conscience. But Daleks always deserve death.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Try telling that to my other self. See how that goes over.

But I didn't enjoy it. I wasn't dancing any jigs because of it. Still, it was necessary, and no one else was going to pull the proverbial trigger.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Your other self is pretentious, hypocritical, sanctimonious and self-righteous. It's taken me about a year to even soften those personality traits in my Doctor. I don't know if I have it in me to work on those in you other two.

Aww, you didn't find it even the least bit satisfying?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I feel sorry for that bloke you're with, then. Must've driven him absolutely bonkers. If it's any consolation, though, I haven't got time to be worked on by you, thanks.

Now, d'you really expect me to answer that?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I feel sorry for anyone who comes across you other two.

I'll take that as a 'yes.'

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Take it any way you want to take it. Always did have a habit of warping meaning, anyway.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Everyone does. No one can not.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but you seem to consider it an art.