Fit the First

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[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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[TARDIS? ...Ohhhhhh dear.]

Let me guess. Time Lord?

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[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?

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Time Lord. So...that's not what you are?

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I could be. Or I couldn't. I'm... sorry, I think I've probably lost my memory. Who are you? Do I know you? What are you doing in my TARDIS? Why're you asking me questions when I should be asking them of you?

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[Bzuh what.] Um...I'm not in your TARDIS actually. And neither are you anymore. This is the Astral Plane--it's completely separate from your world. Or, well, your TARDIS.

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[... WHAT.]

Of course I'm in my TARDIS. How would I leave? She won't let me.

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It's...I know, it's strange at first. But you really have left your TARDIS.

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No I haven't. I think I would remember leaving my TARDIS. And I don't. I suppose that isn't much help, since I seem to have trouble remembering my own name let alone if I've left the TARDIS or not. But if I left the TARDIS then I wouldn't be here, he, he would be here.

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[Raises both hands.] Calm down, alright? It's okay. You don't have to believe me.

Who is "he"?

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[Whispering, this is clearly very serious.] Zagreus.

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Who is Zagreus?

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[This is Zagreus.] Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead. Zagreus sees you in your bed... and eats you when you're sleeping.

[Might want to stand back from the suddenomgwtf anti-time.]

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[Holy shit fuckwhat backing away now.]

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Where is my TARDIS. Where is my ship.

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[Trying to stay calm but Lord if this doesn't feel like Amber's power gone all wrong.] It's not here. I told you.

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[What, who the hell is Amber. Zagreus doesn't know an Amber. He's anti-time. Anti-time doesn't have a very full address book.]

.... [Considering.] How did I get here, then?

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[That's okay, Zagreus, you'd probably consider her an enemy anyway~] The Twins brought you here. But you can go back. All you have to do is think about it.