001--Er, what?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Er. Right, well....am I trapped in my own head again? Wouldn’t surprise me. This was what I saw last time I was trapped in my own head.
–‘least I think it was. Can’t really remember, since, y’know, my mind was, incidentally, wiped afterwards.
I sorta hope this is what I saw last time, ‘cause it’s beautiful. Sorta reminds me of when the Doctor and I, after a long day of running for our lives, would just sorta....stop and relax and look out the TARDIS doors at the stars and space.

Anyway, getting back on track. Hello? Anyone? ...dunno why I’m asking , if I’m trapped in my own head and all. I really doubt Mickey and Jake would be trapped in my head with me. I bet Mickey’s in his Gran’s house, if he’s in his head.
No clue where Jake would be. I should ask him next time I see him. Might sound a bit odd, though. “Er, so, Jake When you get trapped in your own head, where d’you end up?”

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[wary!TARDIS is wary] You know the Doctor? But I do not know you. How do you know him?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

We traveled together for a while. How do you know him?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You are no companion I recognise. Perhaps with his most recent regeneration? And I am the TARDIS, girl. I've known him longer than one such as yourself can imagine.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Could be. Tall, skinny bloke in pinstripes?

--hold on, did you say you're the TARDIS?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

...Well now this definitely proves my theory! This must be a dimensional nexus. Rose Tyler!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Jawdrop]

Doctor?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[grins] Last time I checked, yeah. Come here, you! [opens arms for hugtiem]

[lamb_of_gold]

You're certainly not within your own mind, miss.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Always good to hear that, I guess...

[lamb_of_gold]

It's quite reassuring to know one isn't going mad, yes, however this is a case where I'm not sure the alternative is any better.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

This place might be real...

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

--I think I might prefer the whole "in my head" thing.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

That's possible, too.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Oh lovely. One of the Doctor's little friends.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I, er, take it you don't like him too much, then?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

It depends on the situation.

Might I ask your name, Miss?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

You're a friend of the Doctor's, then?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I am, yeah. Well, used to be. But am. It's sorta complicated.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he chuckles, shaking his head]

It often is.

[his voice is lower, grimmer]

Why was your memory wiped?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well then. Hello, Miss Tyler.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Hello.

Er, hate to be a bit of a spoilsport, but how'd you know my name?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I know all of the Doctor's companions, one way or another. His memories and the TARDIS's recordings can provide centuries of entertainment. So you're his Rose Tyler... working for Torchwood, then? Or perhaps you're from before or after or another universe entirely? So very hard to tell, here, so you'll forgive me that.

[contract_star]

I thought about the same when I arrived...but no, it seems like this place is real.

Did you say you knew the Doctor?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Fantastic.

I did, yeah.

[contract_star]

[Smiles.] In some ways it is. In other ways...[Shrug.]

I see. There are at least two "Doctors" here, though you might have found them already. [Nonchalantly,] I'm actually trying to find at least one of them myself.