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.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

TARDIS? Are you a Doctor or a Master?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

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

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

... What?

[contract_star]

[TARDIS? ...Ohhhhhh dear.]

Let me guess. Time Lord?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

....Doctor?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

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

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

You're one of those guys, right? A Time Lord? Actually, heck, you're another Doctor, aren't you? There's a bunch of you here. It's kind of amazing, really.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[AUGH, CAT]

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

[demnify.livejournal.com]

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

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...oh. So you aren't a Time Lord?

[ghostlighter]

[... crazy person. Greaaaat.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

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

...Did you mention a cat?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I don't have any cyanide!

[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?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Who?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

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

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Looooong pause of contemplation.]

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

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Why do you have a TARDIS and who are you?

[contract_star]

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

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

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

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[or maybe not! his mood just totally swang the other way]

Possibly?

[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]

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...

[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?