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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[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...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

A very old friend, Doctor. Something the matter with you? You seem unwell.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Old friends haven't been turning out to be very friendly for me lately. I... think... she's trying to help me? But she has a strange way of going about it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Who? Your assistant?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Assistant? No. I don't have an assistant. Unless I do. In which case I should probably find him. Or her. But no, I was talking about the TARDIS.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Your TARDIS has always been an obsolete, tempermental thing.

So you don't know who I am? Do you know who you are?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Ah... Uhm... no. I don't think I know.

I think I am Zagreus, but who's to say I am?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Zagreus? Zagreus sits inside your hair, Zagreus sits among the dead--

[oh, no. The Master takes a step back. Antitime!]

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Say 'hi', Zagreus! Say... oh, fine, suit yourself.]

Zagreus sees you in your bed, and eats you when you're sleeping.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[well, at least there's been no apparant damage to Time around here]

Not me. You. I'm very unconsumed, thanks.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

He's not consumed. You got my rhyme wrong by the way. It's 'head' not 'hair'. At least you didn't say I do something and "eat bread."

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Doesn't he eat bread? Or you rather.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Let's just say it's not the most appetising thing on the menu.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

But it's bread! A poor man's... well, his bread.