12;

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look who it is. Not bustling, not running around, not talking. Just quietly there.]

[He's been scarce on the Plane lately, his current situation making him anything but social. As it is, he's here now, staring at the post he has on the Plane, waiting for a promised letter. Feel free to interrupt.]

Comments

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Harley frowns and steps closer.]

Don't tell me you hit your head or somethin'? [Knocks on the Doctor's head.] Hello? Harley Quinn speakin' to whatsyerface! Trick or treat?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Harley who? Ow! Stop it!

Now, just a minute, I've never met you before!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[stiffles a laugh, and then walks over innocently, hands stuffed in pockets]

You two all right?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Harley sees Handy and lights up, abandoning the Doctor and skipping over to him.]

Hey! You didn't tell me there was more of ya! I wasted my present on him. [She ponders a way to fix this and hops back over, throwing her arms out at the Doctor.] No use cryin' over missed punchlines. So, surprise! Hope ya like him!

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[there is only one reaction appropriate for this moment:]

What???

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I just assumed you knew. Everyone else around here seems to know about the lot of us running around.

[shrugs and then looks at the gift wrapped Doctor. He walks around him for a moment, taking in the sight. He is going to take this opportunity to be amused]

You were right, it does look just like Christmas!

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Harley plays with the bow on the Doctor.] Gee, ya coulda warned a girl. But I'll remember next time. Just don't open this one 'til Christmas! [She nods at the Doctor.] So just how many of you guys are there?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Several---wait, why did you gift-wrap me? Where did you get a gift-wrap gun?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[nods at what the Doctor said]

There's Him. Then there's another that looks just like Him, same suit and everything. Then there's me. Then there are a couple around here who look like us, but aren't exactly us. There's Arthur. You met him, he had the dog. And then there's this other bloke who might look like like us, except he sort of looks a bit insane and like he needs a shower at the very least.

Then there are three others who look nothing like us, but are us. Well they're Him [points at the Doctor] and the one who looks like Him, and they're me. Well half me, but still.

Someone needs to create some sort of flow chart, I think.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Harley ponders this, deciding to lean against Handy as she does.]

All right all right, hold on a second here. So you two are the same but not? Boy, way to make things complicated. [Stage whisper to Handy.] I think this one ain't got your humour. Lemme try to explain it. [She grins and holds up her gun, waving it around.] It packs a real punch, don't it? The ribbon one's a classic. But I gotta cork bullet that'll take your breath away.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Do you mind getting me out of this? I was in the middle of a number of things!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh, number of things! [have an exasperated eye roll and then finally a resigned sigh] What do I need, scissors or something I suppose? [to Harley] You have some quick fix for untying him. I don't really feel up for listening to Him whining about it all day long.