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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[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...

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Yes, the TARDIS. You're right on that.

[raises his eyebrows] Ah, well. That's...a very rude cat. Do you know who you are?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Wonderful! I'm glad. I'm having some difficulties in my current situation. Some... things I can't remember very well. Or anything. No! I do... I do remember...

[goes from concentration to cheerfully confused again]

Me? Well, I'm me. Whoever that is. Zagreus. Probably.