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.

Comments

[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.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

It ain't rude, babe. It's just a little... unusual.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

But I am mad. Should I lie then?

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

You don't have to. It just might be a little off-putting for some folk.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Is it? I would be rather grateful for the warning.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose that depends on whether or not you mind being given a wider than usual berth.