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[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[the Ninth Doctor appears in the astral plane just in time for his jaws to close on empty air] Well, that's... Hmm. [a confused pause, in which the Doctor is turning around in a complete circle and looking for a door or a hole or some other plausible explanation for how he got to where he's currently standing] Normally I'd suspect a wrong turn, but that's a bit difficult when you're sitting still with the parking brake on.

[he takes a few steps and then stops and bounces up and down in place] Solid enough. Good to know, 'cause I'd hate to... [trails off, frowning] No, that's enough playing along. Where's my TARDIS? Or, for that matter, my sandwich?

Hello?

Look, if you're going to go to the trouble of beaming someone out of their own chair mid-meal, you could have the decency to show up. It's common courtesy.

[a silence that stretches for what seems like several minutes, but was probably just a few seconds] What, am I talking to myself here?

Oh, come on.

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, yay. Three for the price of one. Well, two and a half, as the Fifth is rather unique.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[here Master, have a whiplash-inducing head turn in your direction]

What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That never gets old!

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[he has this terrible feeling that he already knows, but he's just got to ask]

Who are you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, go on. Take a guess. Your next regeneration on had it right in one!

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Master?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Five points to the gentleman in the leather jacket! Which I like, by the way. I tried to get your Tenth to let me wear it, but he's oddly adamant about me not wearing the clothing of his former regenerations. It's very sad, as I was hoping to try for a suicide attempt with that scarf.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

I like him better already. What were you doing anywhere near the TARDIS wardrobe?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Looking for more coats with dimensions for pockets. Oh! And looking for new gloves. One can never have enough gloves.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

You know that's not what I meant.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Yes, but I felt it was pertinent to the discussion.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[a snort]

Seriously now. How'd you get in my ship?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Ask your replacement. But do tell me before you do; I want to see him stutter as he tries to explain it away.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

I'll do that.