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.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[....>_>]

...Can't you get another cup?

[It certainly seems a funny thing to be sad over. Then again, he IS mad...]

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[A funny thing? There is NOTHING AMUSING about lack of tea! And had the Doctor been able to read such a travesty, he would have said so. But he didn't, because he can't hear me. LALALALALA. He looks like a fop. There, I said it.]

[Also a very good specimen in the intelligence of sentient lifeforms, as is clear by the way he's licking the insides of the cup for more tea.]

[Looks up, not having been paying any attention, bottom half of his face still obscured by the painted clay.] Hmm?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[It is a Herculean effort to maintain a straight face here. But she does, because she is nice like that.]

Get a refill, if you want more. Nobody's stopping you.

[Poor mad fop probably doesn't even know where he is. Ah, well. He's hardly the most difficult person she's ever had to carry on a conversation with.]

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Refill? Where?

[What? Bloody hell, why didn't anyone tell him this?]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know! Where did you get the first cup from?

[What, is she the Tea Czar all of a sudden? Now she's tempted to go get him a cup just so he doesn't ramble on forever about not having any. She's not GOING to, but she's TEMPTED.]

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Well, for the record, she SHOULD, since she told him of this elusive ability to... get another cup of tea. A demonstration may be in order.]

For your information, my initial cup of tea came from this very nice man, who, despite having whiskers and tail, was very polite and offered me some.

[He's not mad (not exactly, anyway, it's a long story), but sometimes the TARDIS is a very strange place to be.]

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

...are you alright?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Well, he said he was mad BEFORE, and anyway she tends to believe people when they tell her things like that. Especially since he seems rather... distracted.]

Was he a cat? Or maybe a mouse? [Either is possible. One of her best friends is a talking Lion.]

...Wonder what was in that tea. How about a nice cup of chamomile with honey, huh? Calm you down a little.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

...you could probably find some more.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[ASLDKFJASDLFKJWEALKJCVsaWHATHOLYCRAPADRIC, AKASOMEONEWHO'SSUPPOSEDTOBEDEADANDALLTHAT.]

[O______O]

... What?

[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.]

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[He is mad. Or at least he believes so. But belief is a very unstable and untrustworthy thing. For instance, you could believe that someone is your bestest friend in the whole wide universe, it's a whole 'nother thing for it to be true... as this someone is hacking your body to pieces with an axe.]

[He believes he is mad. Is he? Who knows. The giant cat told him he wasn't, but when you're told you're not mad by a giant cat, it's not very encouraging.]

I'm not sure. Spiffing suit, though. And a nice top hat.

I suppose chamomile wouldn't hurt. I prefer Earl Grey, however, with two lumps of milk and no sugar.

[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.

[solvethemystery.livejournal.com]

[SURVIVAL WITHOUT TEA IS EASY WHEN YOU DON'T EAT OR DRINK "FOOD". And if he caught wind of a mystery on them, sure.

For now, you get more of the politely puzzled act.]

Is there no way to make more? Surely another pot would be just as rich!

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

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

Here, Doctor.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

You seem sad.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

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

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Not to worry, he does not. Missing every memory tends to make people less perverted like that! He does however, raise an eyebrow, doing a little head nod to motion at the cup] Go back. To the same place you got it first.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

[...WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT?!]

I asked you if you were alright?

[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]

[WTF!?!?!]

What!?

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

I'll take that as a no, then...