Fit the Second

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look. There's a Doctor here, with his tea. Specifically it's the Eighth Doctor, but you know that, I mean, he doesn't look like the five different people who all look the same walking about. But he is them. Or one of them. Or none of them if you want to take alternate universes at real face value. Basically you might as well classify him as 'one of those Doctor people that doesn't look like the Doctor. Yet. And thank god, do you know how confused I get around here?'

Specifically, this Doctor (the really, very insane one) is standing, with his tea, wondering why he's here, when he was just having the greatest conversation with a figment of his imagination. Zagreus seems to be a bit more absent today, clearly gone to muse on how best to destroy the universe and so the Doctor is more calm than usual. Which isn't very.

His tea becomes empty with the next sip and so the day is officially ruined. And to think he went to all the trouble in preventing a war by accepting a really very good pot of tea. All bets are off now, a planet a few galaxies away probably just started going mad at each other with spears.]

[Dejectedly.] Well, damn.

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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look, she's back. Shiny shoes and cheerful smile and every damn thing. If she's a figment of his imagination, she's at least a persistent one.]

Hello!

[But aww, he looks so sad.] What's the matter?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps not a figment of his imagination, surely, at least, not with the vast capabilities his last conversation had! His figments are all very nice people, and if Dorothy is a figment, then she certainly falls into the category, in his opinion.]

[But yes, he's still sad. And why?] I'm out of tea. [Of course. That's why he's tipped the cup over to catch any remaining droplets.]

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

...are you alright?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[ASLDKFJASDLFKJWEALKJCVsaWHATHOLYCRAPADRIC, AKASOMEONEWHO'SSUPPOSEDTOBEDEADANDALLTHAT.]

[O______O]

... What?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

...you could probably find some more.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, busy licking teacup, brb? Also, you are not allowed to find anything suggestive about that.]

Mmm?

[Momentarily stops licking (hint towards future oral fixation #1) teacup to ponder this.]

I'd prefer not. 'Finding' implies that it's been lying around for sometime and if so, it might have already been drunken out of, it might have gone cold and there's nothing worse than cold tea, and in any case, who knows what could have happened to it while it was waiting to be 'found'.

[MMmmm, pottery.]

[solvethemystery.livejournal.com]

A problem? [Feigns a polite curiousity. Even a Demon like Neuro can tell that humans wouldn't get that dejected over an empty cup of tea- most wouldn't, anyway.]

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[There are plenty of humans who would get very dejected over an empty cup of tea. It's a slow process, where you suddenly realise that the cup is empty, and there's no pot, no kettle, or even a stove, and then now what will you do, I mean, there used to be a perfectly good cup of tea in front of you, but it's gone now and... and... oh GOD, HOW WILL YOU SURVIVE!?!

You clearly need to get out more, Demon person. Take a trip to the Isles.]

[Anyway.]

Tea. Ran out.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[considers him, then disappears and reappears with a fresh, full cup of tea]

Here, Doctor.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Black stare for a moment, then hug! Well, it's more a glomp really, you wonderful, wonderful anthropomorphic version of his ship! But he's still being careful, because no more tea shall be lost to the floor today.]

Thank you!

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

You seem sad.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Blink.] I am, rather.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[pauses, considering, and then goes to take the teacup and smash it on the floor]

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[................]

[................]

[.............-]

...... You're getting me a new one.

[mercwamouth]

[Here's a strange man in a mask with a pin that says "Ask me about the Twin's Shop"]

Probably just as well. You seemed to be enjoying that tea way too much.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Well, he won't ask about the Twin Shop, not at the way this conversation is going to be immediately heading.]

[Scowl.] You can never enjoy tea too much.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[mixed in as it was among all of his pressing personal issues, Nine had managed to miss Eight's arrival. so, when he pops in and sees him, he teeters a bit out of surprise and has to take a sec to make sure he doesn't fall on his face like a dumbass.]

You!

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Whaaaaaaa? This is where that number joke about 'seven eight nine' would be funny, except Seven's not here and the joke doesn't really work anyway.]

Me?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[curious look as he wanders over]

Oh, you're back! ...Out of tea?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

YES. [Whoa.] Wouldn't that be quite obvious? I found it obvious. As there is no tea in my teacup. Which is a damned shame, since now my teacup is just a cup.

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[one is attracted to misery, however this situation brings up a blank so he just watches Eight steadily in complete silence]

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is just going to glance awkwardly and stand awkwardly. Although, any minute, he might be inclined to make an irritable remark, since he doesn't like people watching him. It's disturbing.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Hey it's a Doctor he didn't realize was on the Plane]

Oh, it's you!

[beat]

And you're out of tea. Sorry about that.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

... But I was just... and you were just...

[He doesn't really get it, but with what he goes through nowadays, he slips it off as a misplacement of thoughts. And memories. He's very bad with memories. Sorry, what was I talking about again? Who're you? Who am I? What?]

... Yes. [Looks down at cup.] Yes, I seem to be.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[ D: Small angel-child to the rescue. His cup doth overflow with the tea of his choice. Only, you know, it's just full, not overflowing.]

...is that better?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Tea = hot.]

Ow! Ow ow ow ow!