Fit the First

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Walking, clearly distracted and mumbling to himself. He doesn't seem to notice much of what's around him, and what he does take in seems oddly expected.]

Doors, doors, there're too many doors in this place! First forests I didn't plant, then monkeys I never commissioned to write Hamlet -- I wanted Winter's Tale, damnit, there's that great bit about the bear -- , and then cats trying to trap me in boxes, it's all a bit much, I think. [He looks around, perhaps just realising that this wasn't where he was headed.] Now what is this place. I'm fairly sure I didn't have any of this in the TARDIS before. That's very strange. Usually the cat has answers, but it seems like the curiosity got the better of him. Or I hope so. Unpleasant thing. But there's no voice here either. No voice, no cat. Nothing to guide my way, what, where or when ever that way is. How odd. No, I'm definitely sure this isn't anywhere in my TARDIS.

[Loudly] Hello? Is anyone here? I'm mad. And I need to find a way. Doesn't particularly matter which way, just a way would be fine.

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[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Ha! Another one of you guys.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

... What?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

TARDIS? Are you a Doctor or a Master?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

I don't know? I'm a master of some things and a doctor of others. Does it matter?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

....you don't like cats, do you.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[AUGH, CAT]

GAH! No, I don't want any of your cyanide!

[contract_star]

[TARDIS? ...Ohhhhhh dear.]

Let me guess. Time Lord?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Time Lord? The name seems to garner some reaction, but that reaction isn't 'oh, yes, that's what I am', it's more 'oh, what? What's that?']

I'm sorry?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

....Doctor?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Who?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master sighs] Oh, do let me guess. I take that's you, Doctor?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Looooong pause of contemplation.]

I think so? I'm sorry, do I know you?

[ghostlighter]

[... crazy person. Greaaaat.]

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[He's not crazy, he's mad! We're all mad here.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[stares, then beams] Hullo! This is a surprise! ...Well. A bit. Anyway! Welcome!

...Did you mention a cat?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Is it? Yes, I suppose it is. To me. Anyway. Being here. Not in my TARDIS. It is called the TARDIS, I think. Yes, I remembered that.

Ahhh... cat. That cat! Do you know he tried to kill me? In a lead box? What a horrid way to go...

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

TARDIS? [... blinkblink.] Doctor...?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Hmm? Do you need one? I would call one, but I don't have any here. On my ship, I mean. Although I suppose there must be, but it'd just be a hologram. Like you. Hello! Do you know a way?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Here, have a Dorothy. She's used to mad people, and speaks fluent Crazyperson. Perhaps she can help!]

Hello! I can help, I think. I'm very good at finding my way.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Excited] Really! Because I could use a way! I'm not sure which way that is, but I know I'd really like one. If I keep walking I'll get somewhere, but I'm not sure if I'll like that somewhere, where ever that is.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Watching him with a slightly wary look. She can sense the anti-time and it does not feel nice.]

Ah...something is wrong here, isn't it?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Person! The Doctor doesn't care, he needs to find his way.]

Is there? I suppose there probably is. Anti-time and cats and blank books. Shame about that. I like books. But I can't like them if they don't have words.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Mad? In what way?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

The mad way?

[madamemoiselle]

...Your TARDIS. I hope that you're not a Doctor because his TARDIS is terrible.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

I might be a Doctor. And I wouldn't know about my TARDIS.

1/?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[stunned silence]

2/?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I should have known. Hullo! Good to see you. Dropped any best enemies into the Eye of Harmony lately?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Ah, no. I don't make a habit of it. Makes the TARDIS a bit queasy. [Has no idea where that came from.]

Ahm... And you are...

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha watches him with a critical eye, wishing she'd done better in psychology - if human psychology even applies to Time Lords, and she's not sure that it does] Sorry, Doctor, I think you've fallen down the wrong rabbit hole.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Psychology fails! Who needs psychology? THE DOCTOR IS ABOVE PSYCHOLOGY. I mean really. Sigmund Freud would be panicking right about now.]

Rabbit hole? Rabbit hole? What rabbit hole? [Realising, but not the way you want him to.]

Oh! The book! [Hey look, it's the Alice Compendium he's got there.] Is that another clue?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Would the way out do?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

If it's a way, then yes.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

Advertising your lack of sanity ain't the best way to go about things, hon.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Why? Is it bad? Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. It's more of fact.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[just...stares]

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Blink blink.]