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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor looks a little lost in the woods, literally and figuratively. He's staring at his reflection in the stream, arms wrapped around his knees.

After a few long moments of brooding, he frowns, and starts pulling things out of his pockets. His sonic screwdriver, high-tech night vision binoculars, psychic paper, a banana --

he frowns at that one]

When did I put you in there? And what for? Who carries around a banana? Can't blame myself for liking them, they've got loads of potassium, but it's a bit random...why can't I remember?

[he slowly peels the banana and eats it, hoping it will spark something in his memories. Or lack thereof.]


((ooc: Yes, it's another Nine post, and the start of his experiment!))

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[bit_impossible]

[this Doctor happens to be taking a stroll through the woods, whistling to himself, when he spots his past self. not able to help himself, he veers off in that direction and just catches the tail-end of that comment. it's a moment before speaks]

You can't remember? Never needed a banana in a pinch? I hear they make good substitutes for--well, you know. [where he was going with that sentence he'll never say...]

Ah, that's right! Where's your card?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor frowns at you, Ten. He doesn't remember who he is -- so by default, he doesn't remember who you are, either. Or at least, he knows you're his self, but he doesn't remember your name]

I don't know. I can't... [he trails off, frustrated, then pulls out the card]

Still in my pocket. And how come I can remember that bit, but our name's a mystery?

[bit_impossible]

Depending on who you ask--[meaning everyone who isn't a version of himself]--our name has always been a mystery.

[holds his hand out for the card, a concerned look on his face]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[he hands him the card, then looks back at the pile of things from his pockets] That's different, though. I ought to know who I am, but I've got no idea.

[bit_impossible]

[has his stamp pad out!] You really don't? [stamps it and hands the card back, a third smiley face joining the other two] I mean, this isn't the first time this has happened or anything, but did anything happen to you? [slips his glasses on after putting the stamp stuff away and peers closely at Nine's face]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[and the card goes back in his pocket!] I really don't. And nothing's happened, I just -- oi, stop that.

[bit_impossible]

Nope. [reaches for Nine's sonic screwdriver since it just so happens to be out]

[oliverplus]

[sits down next to him, a bit concerned at the behaviour he's been witnessing. he has no idea why the Doctor is brooding and emptying his pockets, but he still intends to do something about it]

What's wrong with the banana?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[glances up at Oliver, still looking horribly confused] Nothing's wrong with the banana, but I think something's wrong with me.

[oliverplus]

[well, that was a great way to make him even more worried] What do you mean? What is it?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[pauses for a moment, then very softly] Who am I, Oliver?

[oliverplus]

[blinks] What do you mean? You're the Doctor.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Doctor who? [there's no trace of humour in his question -- he's dead serious]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[There's a pale woman dipping her toes in the water downstream, and she looks up as he muses over his lapsed memories.]

Are you all right?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[wry smile] I've been worse. ...Maybe.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Her smile is gentle and comforting. She lifts her skirt slightly as she steps out of the water, relishes the forest floor beneath her toes.]

Do you want to talk about it? You seem a bit... indecisive. Talking about it helps sometimes.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] I'm only indecisive 'cause I can't trust my own memory. Speaking of, have we met?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Which is understandable, if that's what's ailing you. [She folds her legs beneath her a comfortable distance away, her long hair splaying across her shoulders.] No, we haven't. I'm Sirkka.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you, Sirkka, I'm -- [have a frustrated pause] I've been told I'm the Doctor.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Doctor?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[glances up at the TARDIS, still looking hopelessly lost] I've been told that's who I am, yes.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

'Been told?' You do not remember?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head] I remember you, though.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Who am I?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[simply] The TARDIS. We've been travelling together for a long time, ever since -- [he frowns, unable to remember how it started]