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[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor is here; he looks completely the same, and utterly different

his eyes are no longer closed, distant things; they are wide and clear as he runs frantic hands through his hair

when he speaks, it is with a strange mix of accents, all shifting into each other]

Surely I didn't regenerate in my sleep…

[he turns this way and that, holding himself as a vibrant, earnest youth]

I doubt this is some sort of Purgatory, considering such things don't exist. Perhaps I'm hallucinating; I know that can happen, particularly if death is difficult.

[his hands fall to his sides, curling into loose fists as he begins to pace, dogged and agitated]

It's possible I was poisoned as I slept. Cowardly, but I wouldn't put it past certain people. I can use this to my advantage, if I'm careful. Best not to dwell on it all. Yes. [softer, a dark mutter] I do hope I was the only target.

[abruptly, he stops; irritably, he snaps at the stars] Shouldn't this have worn off by now?

((Experiment time!

The Doctor has mentally reverted to his youth – well, relative youth. As far as he's concerned, he's just out of Academy, ready to change the world.

He is hopeful, determined, and compassionate; he is also brisk, snarky, and condescending.

HAVE FUN.))

Comments

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She's just really hoping this isn't a doppelganger.] Doctor? Are you all right?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[his eyes widen, and he gazes at her warily] Not a doctor. Probably come in handy, though, come to think of it.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Not-- [Oookay, what?] Then who are you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[have a confused stare.] Doctor?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

...No.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[o.o] You broke.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[affronted] I certain have not. [raises eyebrows] Are you a cat?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master is confused, because the voice pattern - something you pay a close attention to, across regenerations - seems very strange]

Doctor.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[frowns impatiently] That's getting a bit old, now.

[eyehax.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with you now?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I might have died, I'm probably hallucinating, and I'm completely vulnerable.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Grandfather? You haven't regenerated. Did you ... hit your head?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

...Have you? I don't have any grandchildren. [...he peers at her, though, as if she's somehow familiar]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta is really far too used to the concept of people being poisoned in their sleep] Are you okay?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[having been given something of a rundown of the situation, he nods, with a sheepish smile] Bit misplaced, is all.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack watches, more than a little concerned]

The Astral Plane, you mean?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Is that what it's called, then? Appropriate, I suppose.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[there is something painfully familiar about this...]

What?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[wry, rather pained smile] Quite.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

...are you alright, Doctor?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[stares at, for a moment, and then smiles] Perfectly. Bit confused, was all.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

I ain't so sure they'll talk back to you, hon.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

...It's always worth a try.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[HI ASH!! I told you this would be late. Also he probably showed up because the Master is a silly and strange man.]

Ah, well. Hullo.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[HI KISHA! and I told you I did not mind ♥

Theta, however, offers a wry smile and a sardonic wave]

Hullo.