01. And now for something completely different

[timewill-tell.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is smiling happily and humming a Beatles song to himself.] Ah, The Beatles. Earth has produced quite the preeminent collection of musicians, though few compare to The Beatles. Oh, but I can't forget Miles Davis and John Coltrane, now, can I? Different favorites for different genres. I couldn't very well compare a rock 'n' roll band to jazz luminaries, it's hardly an even playing field. So to speak.

[Glancing at the food and drink he's precariously balancing in his hands, the Doctor ponders what he's currently holding.] I don't have the affinity for bacon sandwiches that Ace does, but chips are rather nice on occasion, and I must say, I do enjoy these chocolate malts. Far more delicious than carrot juice.

[At last, he realizes he's not on a street, or anywhere near Harry's Café, the place he only just left. It's hard to determine when exactly the scenery changed, but this is most certainly not where he's supposed to be. It's different, and he supposes it should be disconcerting, but with no sign of an immediate threat, he allows himself a moment to appreciate the view.] Well, this is peculiar.

Comments

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

What is? The Plane?

[timewill-tell.livejournal.com]

[Oh, it's Adric. Oh, oh, yes, that is a definite feeling of pain in his hearts right now.]

Adric...

Yes, I find it peculiar, given that I was somewhere else entirely only a moment ago.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

You only have to think about it if you want to go back, you know.

[Slight frown, but he's getting used to this.] You know me?

[timewill-tell.livejournal.com]

How very odd. But that's helpful to know.

[Ah, now comes to the tricky part. He let it slip, so he has to be careful of how much more he gives away]

I should hope so. I never forget a friend. I'm the Doctor, one from your future. [Well, sort of, since he doesn't really have a future...]

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

[He brightens considerably, always glad at the chance to talk with another Doctor.] You're all from my future, so far. Which one are you?

[timewill-tell.livejournal.com]

I'm the Seventh. [He has to smile when he says it; he has a great deal of pride in himself. Far more than is healthy, really] Are you with my Fourth or Fifth in your timeline?

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

Fifth. Do I leave you before you regenerate again? None of the rest of you have really said all that much about it.

[timewill-tell.livejournal.com]

[Oh, yes, he would have to ask that, wouldn't he? And, sorry, Adric, this one isn't going to say much about it, either]

Yes, we parted before that.

[In a desperate attempt to cheer himself up, he changes gears]

All the better for you, in fact, because my Sixth self was an obnoxious brute of a man whom you're lucky not to know.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

[No one ever does. It makes him wonder if the Master wasn't lying sometimes.]

Was he really that bad?

[timewill-tell.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, he was truly that bad. I don't know how my companions at the time managed to stay with me beyond a day. Thankfully, all of those unfortunate personality traits have all but disappeared in this regeneration.

[Oh, what's this? A Doctor completely full of himself? How unusual]

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

Well, I was hoping I'd get to meet every version of you here, but if that's the case perhaps it's best that I don't.