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.

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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

And far from yourself, then? I know you change, but that's just silly.

[though she watches him, curious, her mind working diligently]

Is that so? And here he was, acting so superior to me.

[and he tells her because Lucy's a whore and gets whatever she wants, including information, bwahaaha]

[timewill-tell.livejournal.com]

Not particularly silly. Each regeneration is different from the other, and this one even moreso, in quite a lot of ways.

[More, perhaps, than he's even fully realized yet]

I can't say much about a future incarnation, though I'm told I have the tendency to often act superior. But things I've done while I'm in this regeneration would not feel so raw and real to a future me, far removed from the recency of those events, and choices.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

A pity I've been stuck with your future self, then. I rather think you'd be far less trying than that floppy-haired oaf.

[do you see how she lies? she's very good at it! and trying very hard to distance herself from MJ!Ten]

And what sorts of things have you done, my dear Doctor? Surely they can't be any worse than me marrying my husband.