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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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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[aww, now she's all confused] Day you were made? I do not understand. The Doctor cannot be 'made.' He has existed for centuries all ready. [frowns and starts examining him] You are his Tenth, yes? Explain yourself.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I-- sort of am, but I'm sort of not. Instantaneous human biological metacrisis. That's me. Grown-from-a-hand. [Which he'll be waving now.] Hullo!

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[frowns] You are my Doctor, but you are also human. I am sorry for you. It seems such a sad existence. Can you still sense Time properly? Can you still pilot me?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oi, not sad! It's-- satisfactory, I s'pose--

-- Wait, sorry, d'you just say "pilot you"?

. . . TARDIS?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I have never known you to suffice with satisfactory.

[blinks] Yes, Doctor?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

There's not much else I can do about it. The human thing, I mean.

. . . Oh, you are kidding me. You're the TARDIS? You?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose you couldn't, being born of a metacrisis. Still, it is ... unnerving.

Is my appearance that unwelcome? I thought that you should like these forms.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, tell me about it.

No! I do-- I mean, well, they're familiar, but-- It's not like that. I'm just--

. . . But you're-- you don't look like yourself.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[blinks] Do you really want me to?

Ah, these projections. I have learned to harnass them since being infected with anti-time. It makes communication easier, especially in this place. If you prefer, I can come here as I truly am. It makes no real difference to me.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

No, no, no, not really. Just an expression!

Do as you like, though! Far be it from me to make you do otherwise, 'specially when I'm always pushing you to the edge, yeah?

Or a version of me, at least.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You, of all people, should know that I rarely do anything I do not want to do, pushing or no. [smiles] I am quite temperamental, after all. It has given your Eighth something to complain about any number of times, as well as Charlotte.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're with that me, now? Well, I should've guessed, what with the anti-time, but-- oh, that's brilliant. Not causing you too much trouble yet, am I?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You are always causing me trouble, Doctor, though it's more Charlotte who concerns me. She's still horribly cheeky. One would think she'd learn to appreciate me more after having been without me for so long.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well, you know humans. Hardly appreciate what they've got. Quick to acclimatize.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

And are you speaking from experience, then?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oi! It's only been a few weeks.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[laughs softly] Of course, Doctor. Forgive me; that was uncalled for.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Nah, 's my fault, I think. Didn't mean to get shirty on you.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[pets his cheek] You are forgiven, of course. You are always forgiven.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Grinning.] Oh, you say that now. Wait till a version of me is running about, drawing on the walls with markers.

-- Not that I'm planning on it, mind.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Good. If you did, I would not be responsible for having every hallway lead to the garbage disposal area. Nor would I be responsible if, at such a time, the mechanism to dispose of all waste happened to 'malfunction.'

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Well, that seems a fair enough punishment. I certainly feel sorry for the bloke that ever attempts it, in that case.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

As do I, Doctor. I've dallied with the idea of just tossing offenders out the air lock, but your other selves have made it abundantly clear they would disapprove of such an action, so I will refrain from hoisting my annoyances into deep space. For you, of course.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, don't-- don't do that. It'd be a bit harsh, don't you think?

. . . Or, er, I guess you don't, considering you just suggested it. Well, maybe it depends on the circumstances.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I have swallowed the Master whole into the Eye of Harmony, Doctor. Tossing an unwanted companion into deep space is not so much different. I am certain this incarnation of yours will have companions whom I will dislike. It's only natural, after all.