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.

Comments

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's nothing. I'm sort of an expert in finding my way after losing it... or not having one in the first place.

I'm sure it's awful rude, but I don't think I ever asked your name, before. But you were a little agitated; didn't seem right to ask.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

I'm not exactly sure what my name is. A lot of the people here like calling me Doctor, so I assume that must be it. But then, if a lot of people collected together and decided to all call me Steve, I wouldn't know any the wiser.

I'm fairly sure I'm not a Steve. Although I wouldn't know.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh! You must be one of the other Doctors, then. There seem to be an awful lot of them floating around this place. They all seem to be nice people, so I wouldn't worry too much about who you are. If you're anything like the rest of them, you're definitely not bad or evil or anything. Trust me, I'm an expert.

Although if you were bad or evil, I'd still be friends with you. I don't discriminate, y'know.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Oh, an expert! Well, that's good. I only like to work with professionals.

Yes, well, apparently having a TARDIS classifies me in the Doctor region, but I've no idea who he is. I'm glad he or me has your good opinion. Evil or not.